Sinful Sister

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This story includes situations of incest and rough sex.

Chapter 1

Sincere Sister

The plane touched down, and I held on to the armrest, breathing a sigh of relief. I survived.

"Thank you for flying Vanilla Airlines," the pilot said over the muffled speakers. "We hope you enjoyed your flight. Please be careful as you depart. Bags may have shifted. Local time is 4:30pm."

When I opened the overhead compartment, my bag fell on my head. I filed out of the airplane and made it through the departure gate.

"Andrew! Andrew!" someone shouted.

I followed the voice. There she was, jumping up and down, my big sister. Her tits were nearly bursting out of her tiny, lime-green tube-top, her tummy bare, waving at me. Her yellow mini skirt flew up and down, giving way to her long, bare legs. She wore white sandals. She brushed her chestnut hair out of her face as she ran up to me. I crossed the barrier, and she leapt on me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.

"Andrew!"

"Debbie!" I said, holding her up. My fingers pressed into her bare thighs.

"Finally!" she said, planting her lips on my cheek over and over again in a shower of kisses. More than once, her lips touched mine. I tingled everywhere.

Yeah, I knew she was hot from her profile photos, and even somewhere in my mind, I remembered her being hot from when I last saw her six years ago, back when we were kids. Well, I was a kid. She was six years older than me, 24 to my 18.

She slipped out of my grip and stood in front of me, her head at my chin, her eyes sparkling.

"You're so tall!" she said.

I laughed. "Only six flat."

"You were four flat the last time I saw you."

"Come on, I was not."

"Yes, you were! You were so little!"

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. She was too.

"You got so sexy though," she said.

I blushed. "Sexy?"

"Very," she said.

I shook my head. My hair was the same color as hers. Our eyes too, both a haunted blue sea. There was so much similarity in her face too, our noses, ears, but her lips were so thick and full.

"Ready to go?" she said, surprising me by wrapping herself around my arm. My elbow was stuck between her heavy tits.

"Lead the way."

Outside, the sun beat down on us. The desert climate of Nevada made its introduction. Debbie didn't blink as she hurried me to a cab. We climbed in, and she gave the directions to the driver. He pulled out into traffic, and we were away.

"Hot out there," I commented.

"Say goodbye to that frigid New York climate."

"It wasn't that frigid."

"You need different clothes," she said, appraising my jeans and hoodie.

"I have a T-shirt on under this."

"Come on then!" She began tugging at my sweatshirt.

I pulled the hoodie over my head and revealed my T-shirt, white with a red motorcycle, and the word Akira.

"What is this nerd shit?" she said. "Nevermind, don't tell me. Did you bring any other clothes?"

"A few things in my bag, but like I said on the phone, it was a run-for-your-life exit from Dad's place."

"You mean John's place? Don't call him 'Dad.' He's no father to me and not to you. He just happened to cum in Mom, God rest her soul. I swear the stress of that man is what killed her."

I shrugged a little. "Yeah. Thanks again for, you know, paying for me to fly here, and letting me stay. I gotta figure out what to do next."

"Of course. I'm just glad you're finally 18, and you finally escaped, same as me when I turned 18. We're both free, and you're welcome at my place for as long as you want."

"I'll pay you back for the plane ticket somehow."

"Don't worry about it. I'll give my landlord a blowjob. He'll let me slide by on rent this month," she said with a laugh. "I give such good head he might give me two free months."

"Wow, haha," I said with a chuckle. I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

She hugged my side, and the driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror.

"I can't get over how grownup you look," Debbie said.

"Really? You saw my pics online before."

"Pics don't translate. You're so... big."

I smiled at her, but I only saw the top of her head. "You're as pretty as I remember you."

She looked up. "Oh, me? Stop it. I'm not that pretty. Okay, go on if you must."

"Really," I said. "Even prettier now. I mean, really, you're... you're..."

"I'm what?"

"Hot."

She smirked. "Watch it, little boy, don't fall for me. I'm off limits."

I laughed. "You know I've been in love with you since you taught me how to kiss."

"Oh no, you remember that?"

"Of course, I remember. You wanted to practice, and I was your guinea pig."

She giggled. "As I recall, you were a pretty quick study, stud."

"Not as quick as you," I said.

"And have you been practicing?" she asked.

"Here and there, mostly not anywhere."

She stretched her neck, her face coming closer. "Show me."

I couldn't believe it, but those gorgeous, pink, glossy, full lips of hers were coming closer to me. True, she had showered me with kisses when I got off the plane, but she was coming in for a real kiss now. Whether it was stubborn pride to show her I was a good kisser, not that I thought I was, or just the desire to kiss those amazing lips of hers, I didn't hesitate. I leaned in and our lips connected, though they remained closed. It was a lighthearted kiss, but it was a kiss, lip to lip, and she made a sort of "mmmwah" sound before she broke away, a smile and a giggle.

"You're a few lessons behind."

"Tutor me."

"I guess I must. I can't have the girls of Vegas claim my little brother is a bad kisser."

I thought she was only joking, but she reached for me, taking the back of my head and drawing me in. I followed her lead, and once again, our lips connected. This time, however, her lips were parted, only a sliver, but that sliver opened the door to so many possibilities. I matched her kiss, opening my mouth even more, closing my lips on her luscious lower lip, my teeth scraping her soft skin. I heard a little mumble of surprise in her throat.

Maybe she was impressed, because she opened her mouth wider and tilted her head. I felt the wetness of her tongue for an instant as she kissed me. She broke away before I could best her.

"You've grown into a typical boy!" she said with a laugh. "Take any excuse to kiss a girl."

I laughed. "You know dad sent me to military academy. I never had any excuses, except for a girl or two around town."

"Yeah?" she said, sitting back, crossing her legs. God, her flesh was perfect, glistening, both from a light sheen of sweat and her smooth skin. "What else did those girls teach you?"

"Come a little closer, and I'll show you," I taunted.

"Oh my god!" she said. "You are such a flirt. Did you forget I'm your sister?"

I laughed. "Actually, I kind of did. It's weird. I know you're my sister, but I think I need a day or two to remember." I felt a little foolish now that I'd been so forceful with my kiss. She was right. I was flirting. But so was she. I think.

"Mmmhmm," she said, looking coy. "Well, one of us has to be a responsible sibling. Guess that's me."

"Definitely. You'll have to keep me in line. I'm not used to hanging out with pretty girls."

"Oh stop," she said. "Speaking of which, I have to go over the house rules."

"Rules?"

"Remember my roommate Krystal?"

"Oh, right."

"I told you in our texts; I have a roommate, kind of, but not really, but kind of."

"Huh?"

"She lives with her boyfriend, but when he works late, she doesn't like to stay alone, so on those nights, she stays at my place. We always sleep in the same bed, so it will be crowded."

"I told you, I can sleep on the couch."

"And I told you, the couch is awful. You'll be miserable if you sleep there. You're in the bed with me."

"That, uh, won't be weird?" I said.

"Well, I don't know yet," she said.

"You said it wouldn't be weird before."

"I was being nice, but I told you, it's a big change having a man live with me. Krystal and I normally sleep nude. Hell, I walk around my apartment naked. Obviously, I won't now. I'm sure you don't want to see your sister's tits and ass hanging out."

I gave her a smirk. "You sure about that?"

"Oh, my god, flirt!"

I laughed. "You really just walk around naked?"

"I warned you, there's no AC in my place. It gets hot, really hot. Windows are always open, fans going. I will be in underwear, this much I promise you, so if seeing a girl running around half naked is going to be a problem, tell the driver to turn around."

The driver glanced at us again. I had the feeling he was listening to us. I could only imagine what he thought. Fortunately, the windows were down, and with the wind blowing and the radio going, I don't think he heard everything. I glanced up now and then, taking in a few distant Vegas sights behind the building.

"No problem for me," I said. "And your friend Krystal too, panties and bras? I could get used to it."

She chuckled. "This is my fault for bringing an 18-year-old boy into my apartment. Which brings me back to the house rules. Masturbation. I get that we all need to do it. Just be respectful, close the door, wait until I'm gone, whatever. But if you cum all over my sheets and don't clean them up, I'm going to be pissed."

"Uh, okay, I can do that."

"That goes for all messes. Clean up after yourself."

"Got it."

"Next, don't bring girls home. I don't want to see my little brother having sex in my bed with some random slut."

"You really think I'm going to be bringing home a lot of girls? You're giving me a lot of credit."

She made a face. "You're a young, hot guy. This is Sin City. Women will throw themselves at you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Andrew, seriously. A lot of people are here to party and fuck. This isn't a neighborhood in the Bronx. Women don't cross the street to avoid men. They walk toward them, especially cougars looking for cocks. Everyone here is either a local who's down to fuck or a tourist who wants to fuck."

"Wow, okay."

"I'm serious. You need to be careful about who you fuck, but especially don't bring any girls to my place and fuck them in my bed. I don't want to come home from work and see a cougar wiping cum off her face."

"Uh, okay, I promise, no fucking and cummings on cougars in your room."

"Thank you."

"Any other rules?"

"Yes. No drugs. If I catch you using, you're out."

"I don't do any drugs."

"Good. Don't start. And don't forget to put the seat down after you pee. And finally..." She looked deadly serious in my eyes. "You and I, whatever you do, you can't have sex with me, okay?"

I pulled back. "What? Sis... I don't want, why would we, I mean, there's no way---"

"I'm just saying it now because I had a long talk with Krystal about this last night. She warned me, you and I, same apartment for a long time, sleeping in the same bed, things happen, and I told her that I would never do that, and I'm telling you too. No sex."

"Okay, I think you've been watching too much porno."

"Believe me, I have, and I want you to know how embarrassed I am even saying this, but I think it's best to just put it out there."

I had no idea what to say to that. I hadn't even thought about having sex with her. Yes, of course, she was gorgeous, but she was also off limits, so dare I ever consider it? But now that she had said it, it's like she put the idea in my head, and I could do nothing but imagine myself fucking her. I saw her under me, legs spread so far apart, her toes touching the sky, her warm moist slit, red and open, welcoming my raging hard cock ramming into it. Those heavy tits of hers bare, jiggling with each thrust. A million stepsister pornos I'd watch played through my mind.

Instead, I said, "I, I wasn't, I wouldn't. I mean, we wouldn't, I didn't want to---"

"I know, " she said quickly. "I just needed to say it, so we both know."

Both? Did that mean she'd really given this some thought, even considered having sex with me too? She must have. But why? Me, it was all I could do to get out of my father's house. I never thought about fucking my sister when I got here. But now the idea was growing in my brain, and I was stamping on it like a brushfire. I wish she had said nothing, but then, she was so pretty, and I had to keep reminding myself she was my sister anyway, so maybe she wasn't entirely off.

"No problem." An awkward silence descended. I think she was embarrassed. Or maybe it was just me. Either way, I took a second to stare out the window before I said, "I'm sorry if I flirted, or if that kiss was too much. I was just, I don't know---"

"Oh no no no," she said. "No, I like the flirting. It's fun. And I like kissing!"

She put her hands on my chest. Her neck shot forward, and her lips were on my lips in an instant. It wasn't the hot and wet kiss we'd had a moment ago, but it connected our lips, and it was so much more than a peck. She moved her mouth and said, "mwah."

"I love kissing you. I want to kiss you more! You're my little brother. I only meant that there's a limit. A kiss is nowhere near the limit. That's a 20 on the highway, and you can go 80 in Vegas."

She smiled with that sexy smirk of hers.

A kiss was 20 mph? I could go 80? Did that mean I could do more with her? Only sex was off limits? That put numerous filthy ideas in my head. I wondered what else was on this sexy highway I could speed off to.

I chuckled to lighten the mood a little and decided to try a joke. "Fair enough. But, uh, if I find you stuck in the dryer with your ass in the air..."

She barked out a laugh. "Yeah, right. None of this 'help me, step bro,' shit. I literally need you to dial 911."

I laughed with her. "Okay, wait, can we back up a second? Did you say you sleep naked with your friend Krystal?"

"Huh? Yes, but I'm not a lesbian or anything."

"Right, at military academy, I always snuggled up with my mates in my bunk, dick to dick."

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh!" She laughed. "Oh my god, your face was so serious. But I'm totally straight. I love cock, trust me, can't get enough of it."

"Good for you."

"But, " she said, "I told her, no more naked stuff when you're around, panties are a must, so don't worry about that, okay?"

"Yeah, I was really worried about seeing girls naked."

She laughed. "Wait, you're disappointed?"

"Well, come on, you're telling me this now. You didn't need to tell me this."

She giggled. "You're right. Sorry. I'm super honest and open, always. You know that about me."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, we're here!"

The driver pulled up to a curb, and I saw several buildings. The city streets of Vegas were all around us.

"Where's the strip?" I asked.

"It's a little farther away. I'll give you a tour later."

Debbie paid the driver and climbed out of the cab. I met the cabbie's eyes in the rearview mirror, and he said, "Good luck, my friend. You will need it."

"Thanks," I said.

I slipped my hoodie back on as I climbed out, but I kept it unzipped and open. Outside, the sun blinded me as I looked up. The building had maybe four stories, and the street was a bit of a mess. A homeless guy was sleeping against the wall, but he was well dressed, so maybe he just had a wild night.

"Come on, let's go up."

Inside and up the elevator, Debbie had one last warning.

"Listen, Krystal has been making jokes about how she is going to fuck you."

"Huh?"

"Krystal, my best friend, and sometimes roommate. Remember?"

"Yes, I know, but I meant 'huh' as in, what do you mean?"

"I mean, she wants to have sex with you."

"Uh, seriously?" I was confused and suddenly excited. I'd seen Krystal in a few of my sister's posts. She was sexy too. "I thought she had a boyfriend."

"She does, but they're both very... sexually open. I mean, they have a 'kiss and tell' policy."

"That type of relationship works?"

"In our line of work, you meet a lot of people, and a lot of the time it's just casual sex. So yes, it works. Don't get me started on my boyfriend, but not-a-boyfriend, friend," she said.

"Wait, you have a boyfriend?"

"I have a not-a-boyfriend friend."

"What the hell is that?" I was a little annoyed. All that talk in the car, and now she was unavailable? But then, she was unavailable anyway. Nevertheless, I clung to the "not-a-boyfriend" qualifier.

"I guess we're more like fuckbuddies. I want to be his girlfriend, but he doesn't want a relationship, he just wants pussy, so we're nothing. Thanks for making me spell it out. I'm depressed and alone again."

I smiled at her as the elevator opened. "You're not alone. You got me now."

"I do." She hugged me again, and I adored her tits mashed up against me.

Out in the hall, I followed Debbie.

"Going back to Krystal," I said, "were you serious about her wanting to have sex with me?"

"Yes. She would find it funny to fuck my brother, like something she could tease me about. I'm even more worried because when she sees how goodlooking you are, tall and sexy, I know she's going to want to have sex with you."

"So, you're telling me not to have sex with her?"

"I can't tell you that. It's your decision. I'm just warning you that it'll piss me off."

"Oh."

"Maybe," she said.

"Maybe?"

"Just don't do it behind my back. If you're both honest about it beforehand, I might be okay with it. I haven't decided yet. I don't want to think about it. Here we are."

Through the apartment door, my sister called, "Krystal?" No response. "She was here when I left, but she must have gone home. She has a key, so she comes and goes."

"I see."

"Oh, one more rule, no shoes in the house."

I took them off while she kicked off her sandals, both of us barefoot.

"Now for the tour, sir, please follow me."

She took my hand, holding it sweetly as she led me through the small apartment. The floor was all cool tile, which was nice because the air felt hot. The first door on the left was a tiny bathroom, just a toilet and a sink. I wondered where the shower was.

"Bathroom," she said. "I'll show you the shower in a second." She passed me, brushing her body up against mine, and then she pulled me out by the hand.

To the right was the galley kitchen, with a counter on one side, open to the living room, and the stove and refrigerator against the wall. There was a tiny two-chair table in the corner next to the fridge, which served as the dining room. The living room to the left had a single loveseat couch and an armchair. Against the wall, there was a sliding glass door to a little patio that only extended out a few feet, just enough to step into the air. The doors were already open, and a swiveling fan circulated the air as best it could. The single door next to the living room led to the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, which was much bigger than expected, she had a queen bed, and there was a spa bathtub with a showerhead above it.

"Finally, the bedroom," she said, letting go of my hand. I missed it. "You probably noticed this is the only shower."

"It's in here?"

"Yeah, I don't know why they designed it this way. I guess the idea is, you're in the spa, you wanna get out, bed is there, time to get busy." She laughed. "But seriously, if you need to shower, just use it and close the bedroom door. I'll leave you be."

"Okay," I said.

Another fan was blowing from the window in here. I walked around and looked everywhere. The bed had no covers, only a sheet folded at the bottom.

"I put fresh sheets on for us," she said.

"Oh, thank you. No blanket?"

"Not in this heat," she said.

"Right."

"So, what do you think of the place?" she asked, biting her lip and looking up at me.

"It's great. I love it."

"Oh, stop. Well, a little more."

"I'm coming from military academy and Dad's place. This is a palace, a palace with a beautiful princess who I get to sleep with."

She giggled. "You're sweet. Come on, let's relax a little." I followed her back into the living room, and she sat me down on the loveseat. "Get comfy. Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, I'm dying of thirst. Water?"

"I know it's so hot," she said, filling a glass with water from the fridge. She threw in a few ice cubes for me, and then she sat beside me, handing it over, her thigh against mine on the tiny sofa. She watched me as I sipped.

"What?" I said.

"It's just so amazing having you here, like, you're a stranger, but not really, a blast from the past, but sort of unreal too, you know? You're so different. I'm trying to see that annoying little kid who I caught sniffing my dirty panties."

I laughed and spit up my water. "I was doing laundry! I swear!"

She giggled. "Sure, sure."

She took my water from me and sipped before handing it back. I took one more sip and then set it down. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me tight.

"I've missed you so very much."

"Me too." I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight to my side.

"I hate how far apart we were. Now, I just want to get to know you again."

"Me too."

Being this close to her, she smelled so good. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before, but I just wanted to sniff her all over.

"What is that perfume you're wearing? You smell so nice."

"You like it? Come here."

She took the back of my head and drew me in, bringing my head right to the crook of her neck. I inhaled through my nose. She smelled divine, and I sighed against her skin. Oh, I wanted to kiss her there.

"Mmm," I mumbled.

Her fingers were caressing my skull. My eyes were busy looking down her deep cleavage. I rested my head on her shoulder, only to take another deep breath of her scent and admire her beautiful breasts.

"Aw, my poor baby bro." She leaned back on the couch, bringing me with her. and I found myself with my face resting on her bosom, her fingers stroking my head. "You must be so overwhelmed, such a huge change, flying here, getting away from that awful man."

"Yeah," I mumbled, admiring her body. My arms wrapped around her waist. I held tight to this incredible creature, my lips so low that her tube top tickled my chin. I could smell that she had sprayed perfume between her breasts.

"It's okay," she cooed. "You have me now. I'll treat you like a king."

"Mmm," I mumbled.

I was looking down past those big breasts to her bare thighs, the way her yellow skirt was riding up as she leaned back. She put her little bare feet up on her coffee table. I wanted her so badly. I was suddenly so annoyed that she had already told me we could never have sex. Yes, of course, this was obvious, we were siblings, but it was so taunting for her to say it. But even if I couldn't have sex with her, maybe I could kiss her again. I lifted my head, my chin on her chest.

"Thank you for taking me in, sis."

"Of course," she said sweetly.

"Is it okay if I have another little kiss?"

"Silly boy, you never need to ask."

She pulled my head close, and her nose bumped into mine. She was smiling big as she rubbed her nose side to side. "Mmmmwah!" she said, kissing me. I wanted more, but she didn't let the kiss last like before. I wondered if she thought it felt weird.

"It doesn't feel weird kissing me, does it?" I asked her.

"Oh, no," she said. "Of course not. Does it feel weird for you?"

I shook my head. "No, I like it. But I noticed you kissed me differently in the cab."

She bit her lip. "I guess I'm not sure what you want."

"What do you mean?"

"If you were a regular guy, I'd be making out already." She giggled a little. "I guess that's how I normally get to know guys. Does that sound slutty?"

"Nah. That's how I get to know girls too. Guess that's why I don't know many."

She giggled. "You're funny. But I'm serious. I don't want to come on too strong and make it weird. How about this: you kiss me. Show me what kind of kiss is okay."

I smiled and lifted my head, bringing our lips together, but I didn't just give a little peck. I kissed her properly, my mouth open, taking her lower lip into mine. I thought she might jerk or pull back or even stop me, but she was even more aggressive. She opened her mouth and took my lip into hers, simultaneously inhaling a breath and nipping me with her teeth. Damn, she was a good kisser, and I tried to mimic her, the way she moved her mouth, but then her tongue came out, and I was so unprepared. I didn't know what to do with it, but my instincts did. I slipped my tongue out to meet hers, and then our kiss turned really wet. We didn't stop either. Before I knew it, we were both kissing and licking inside each other's mouths, turning our heads back and forth, our noses brushing together. I wanted more of her. I ran my hands up her back. I was just about to try to lower her top, and I'd do it slowly enough to give her time to stop me, but before I could put my plan into action, the front door opened.

"Hello hello!"

We both broke apart in surprise, sitting up as a tall girl glided in. She was lithe, beautiful, very slender, and had petite breasts, with tattoos all over her arms, her tanktop hiding other tattoos, dark nipples casting shadows. Her legs were bare, but there was a tattoo there too, under her jean shorts. Short raven hair, misty eyes, and a killer smile. I didn't need to ask her name, because the word "Krystal" was tattooed across her collarbone.

"Did I interrupt?" Krystal asked.

We both stood up.

"No," Debbie said, "just welcoming my brother to his new home. Andrew, this is Krystal. Krystal, Andrew."

"Nice to meet you," I said, stepping forward and lifting my hand. "Debbie's told me all about you---"

"Come here, you," she said, brushing my hand aside, stepping right up to me. She threw her arms around my neck and shocked me as her lips connected with mine. We kissed, and it didn't start with a peck, her lips were open, swallowing up mine. I opened my mouth in shock, and she took it as an invitation. Her tongue was in my mouth.

"Krystal!" Debbie said. My sister pulled Krystal away, breaking the kiss.

"What?" Krystal said.

"I told you, don't overwhelm him!"

"I wasn't doing anything that you weren't doing a second before I walked in."

"He's my brother. I was giving him a welcome-home kiss."

"And I was giving him a welcome-to-Vegas kiss."

Debbie sighed in irritation. She looked at me. "I'm sorry about her."

"Oh, he's fine," Krystal said, looking me up and down. "Better than fine. You are adorable, aren't you?"

"Uh, heh." I smiled with a blush.

"I'm sure she's told you all about me."

"A little, yeah, I suppose."

"Whatever she told you is probably true. Did she tell you I love to fuck?"

"Oh my god!" Debbie said.

"I'm sure she warned you not to have sex with me," she said. "I know she doesn't want us to."

"Enough, Krystal, come on," Debbie whined.

"I just want to say, I'll respect her wishes, but if she's going to go around kissing you and cuddling with you on the couch, you're going to need a release eventually---"

"Krystal!"

"And I think it would be nice if you and I fucked at some point to get to know each other."

"Krystal, stop!"

"Just saying," she said.

There was a knock on the door, but it was only to get our attention because the door had been left open. There was a man standing there, handsome and toned. He stepped in.

"Hey, babe, what's all this?"

"Oh, Robert!" Debbie said. "Robert, come in, come in!"

My sister moved forward. I thought this man had been talking to Krystal, but had he called my sister 'babe'? Debbie came up to him and took his arm, leading him in, hanging on to him as she had done to me earlier. My throat pumped blood to my head, and I felt my heart thump. Adrenaline and jealousy pulsed through me.

"Robert, this is my little brother Andrew. Andrew, this is my friend Robert."

He held out his hand and I shook it. He was a muscular guy and squeezed my hand to show dominance. I was muscular myself. There wasn't much to do at military academy except train, and I matched his strength. There was a twinkle in his eye as I stared him down.

"Nice to meet you, kid," he said, letting go of my hand.

"Yeah," I said.

"You working tonight?" Robert asked Debbie.

"No, I told you, remember?" She glanced at me. "Robert works at the club too; he's a bartender."

"Mixologist," he corrected her.

"Pedantic," I muttered. Debbie's eyes flashed, and Krystal snorted.

"What was that?" Robert said.

"What exactly is this club?" I asked.

"You should come sometime," Kyrstal said. "See it for yourself."

"Oh, no, he'll be bored," Debbie said. "Don't even need to talk about it."

"Babe, how about you and I go into the bedroom for 15 minutes? Then I gotta head to work."

"Huh?" Debbie said. "Oh. Um, well, my brother just got here."

"So?" he said, taking her hand. "Come on."

He started to pull her toward the bedroom door.

"Robert, wait," Debbie said, taking her hand away, lowering her voice without much success. "I can't do that here. I told you, it has to be your place now that my brother is moving in."

"I came over early for this."

Krystal leaned in and whispered to me. "15-minutes? More like 5 to fuck and 10 to snore. He's a little jackhammer. I call him Robbie the Rabbit."

"Debbie, I just want to talk," Robert said again, taking her hand and pulling her along forcefully.

"Robert!" My sister looked back at us. "Um, I'll be back in 15 minutes, okay? Just, just talk amongst yourselves."

I was fuming as Robbie the Rabbit forced my sister into the bedroom. The door slammed shut.

"So," Krystal said, "Debbie said you were in the army or something? Probably not a lot of girls there, huh?"

I was shaking. I should have said something, done something. It wasn't too late though. I stormed after Debbie and opened the bedroom door.

"Hey!" I shouted.

Robert already had my sister on the bed, her legs open, but neither of them had time to undress, not that my sister was wearing much.

"She said 'no'," I declared. "Let her go. Now."

"Andrew, it's okay," Debbie started.

Robert let go of my sister's wrist and rounded on me. "Excuse me? Why don't you get the fuck out of here before I break your face?" he said, stepping toward me and pushing my shoulder. "Little fucking kid."

That was all the excuse I needed. I grabbed his wrist and bent it to the side. He shouted in surprise, and I swung my other hand, fist balled, cracking him in the face. He went down hard, hitting the floor, his head smacking the dresser. He tried to stand up but then stumbled back down.

"Holy shit!" Krystal called from the doorway.

"Andrew!" Debbie said, jumping up and crouching at Robert's side.

He was cradling his face and whimpering. "I, I can't believe you hit me!"

"She said 'no'," I repeated.

"Robert, are you okay?" Debbie asked, trying to help him up. He shoved her away.

"Don't touch me!" He got to his feet himself, fuming and holding his face. His nose was bleeding. I was ready to strike again if he came at me, but he stormed past, turning at the door. "Fuck you, man! Fuck you!"

He disappeared, and Debbie ran after him.

"Wow," Krystal said, smiling. "Good job. I've wanted to hit that guy for months."

"Shit," I said as I cooled down. I knew Debbie was going to be pissed. "Shit. I didn't want to hit him, but she said 'no'."

Krystal chuckled. "No means no with you. I'll remember that."

I stepped out of the bedroom to see where Debbie went. She was just coming back in. She gave me a disapproving look as she closed the front door.

"Andrew, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry. I thought he was going to rape you."

She folded her arms. "Yeah, well, now I really don't have a boyfriend, do I? Thanks."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need him," Kyrstal said. "You've got this strong, sexy guy."

Debbie glared at Krystal. "Don't start."

"Well then, Mr. Macho," Krystal said, hanging on my arm. "You know, you would make a great bouncer at the club."

"Huh?"

"Donny, our boss, has been looking for another bouncer."

"Krystal, stop," Debbie said.

"Why? He needs a job, and he can obviously take care of himself. You should introduce him to Donny and see what he says."

"I don't want him at the club," Debbie said.

"Why not?"

"I don't want him to see me... there."

"Oh, please. I'm sure he's seen a naked girl before."

"Krystal!"

"Naked?" I said.

My sister rubbed her face. "I hadn't told him the details yet, Krystal. Thanks."

"Sorry," Krystal said, taking her arm from mine. "It's no big deal. We work at a strip club. It's Vegas. And it's technically only topless."

"Oh," I said. "I thought you said you were a waitress in a nightclub."

"I said I worked in a nightclub," Debbie said. "I never said I was a waitress."

"You let me believe you were one. I went on about how tipping is unfair and waiters and waitresses should be paid a fair wage."

"I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'm not proud of it, but it pays the bills."

"I work there too," Kyrstal said. "You should come sometime. It'll be fun."

"Don't you need to be 21 to enter those places?"

"That's a technicality, believe me, and I have some pull with security."

"Krystal, can you just drop it, please?" Debbie said.

"All right, all right. I have to go get ready for work anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

They kissed, right on the lips. It was brief, but it was very familiar, and it took me by surprise.

"See you later, Andrew."

Krystal kissed my cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark, which she wiped off with her thumb. She waved as she left.

"Don't hate me because I'm a stripper," Debbie said right away.

"I don't hate you. Come on. I'm not even judging you. I just wish you'd told me."

"I didn't want you to back out of coming here."

"It would take more than that."

She took a deep breath. "How's your hand?"

"Oh?" I said, looking at it. "It's a little sore from punching what's-his-face's face, but it's fine. I'm really sorry if I messed up your relationship with him."

She ran her hand through her hair in frustration and fanned it out. "I hate to admit it to myself, but it was going nowhere. Forget it. Come here."

She took my good hand, led me to the sofa, and sat me down. Then she went back to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. She kneeled between my legs, taking my sore hand and placing the pack on it.

"My heroic little brother. You're sweet, you know that? Sweeter than I deserve."

"Come on, you deserve it."

"I don't think anyone's ever hit a guy for me."

"You've been around the wrong guys then."

"That's the absolute truth," she said, smiling up at me, her hand holding my now cold hand. She removed the ice pack and then lowered her head. Her full, soft lips gently pressed into my knuckles, kissing each one, then she replaced the ice pack. I stroked her hair with my other hand. She turned her face into my hand, kissing my palm.

"Come here," I said.

She smiled up at me. "I'm already here."

"Up here," I said, patting my knee.

"Really? Most men prefer me between their legs."

I laughed. "I wanted to give you a hug, but if you don't want it..."

She climbed up from her knees and swung her butt around to sit on my knee. Her arms came around my neck to hold herself steady. She hugged me from the side, and I held her tight with my free arm while my other remained motionless on the couch, the ice pack on top of my knuckles.

"You've forgiven me?" I asked.

"For beating up my not-a-boyfriend boyfriend? Yes."

"Really? I'm relieved."

"Were you jealous of him?"

"That guy, seriously?"

"Come on."

"No way," I said. "I mean, maybe a little, but mainly he was a jerk. You said 'no' and he was disrespectful."

"You really ruined my plans. I wanted to have a boyfriend while you were here. It would have kept me honest. But now, I don't think you're going to let me have one."

"I, well, I can't stop you. What do you mean 'honest'?"

She smirked at me. "Don't you know what an adorable little temptation you are?"

"A temptation? How so?"

She chuckled and leaned closer. She didn't answer, but she did kiss my lips again, holding it for a nice long time. I started to open my mouth to take more of her kiss. Her tongue came to visit for a moment. I licked it, and then she stopped our kiss.

"We should, um, cool it a little with the kissing," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "I thought you liked it."

"I like it a little too much." She stood up. "How about we get ready and go out? I promised to show you Vegas, and we should celebrate your arrival."

"All right," I said, standing as well. "And you said you don't have to work?"

"Nope, not tonight. I took the day off because I knew you were coming in."

"Great. Can I ask a bit more about your job though?"

"Noooo," she whined. "I don't wanna talk about that. It's too embarrassing for me."

"But I was hoping I could visit you there tomorrow."

"Andrew..."

"I'm curious."

"You're curious what your sister looks like naked? You wanna see me shaking my tits for strangers?"

I grinned. "When you put it like that..."

"Andrew!"

"I'm sorry. What about what Krystal said? Do you think I could get a job there?"

"You're actually interested?"

"Sure, why not? It sucks thinking I'll be sitting on my ass while you're out working to support me."

"I agree you need a job, but not there."

"Why not?"

She sighed. "Look at me, I'm corrupting you. Not even one day, and you're meeting my depraved friends and asking to work at a strip club."

"It'll just be temporary, until I get to know Vegas and find something else, a few weeks at most."

"I don't know..."

"Please? At least ask your boss if I can have an interview."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll ask him, but he's an asshole, so he'll probably say no anyway."

"Really? Cool. Let's call him."

"What, now?" she said.

"Sure, why not?"

"Oh, fine, just let me do the talking." Debbie picked up her cellphone and dialed. She narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head in disapproval. Then she spoke. "Hey, Donny."

I listened to the one-sided conversation, with Debbie explaining that she had already told him she was out today and she wasn't coming in. Debbie was right, he sounded like a real asshole. Finally, she got to the point.

"Just listen, my brother is staying with me, and he needs a job. Uh-huh. Yes. No, no, no, not that. Mmm-hmm. Well, you've been looking for bouncers, and he'd be perfect. Uh huh. No. He's strong, solid. He was in military academy for 5 years. Yes. 18. Well, that's good, since he's underage, you won't have to worry about him drinking on the job, will you? Uh huh. So, you'll meet him? Okay, great. Thanks. No, I'm not blowing you if you hire him. Yes. Oh, he's very goodlooking, tall, toned, great hair, and sexy as hell. The ladies will love him." She winked at me, and I blushed. "Okay, great, see you tomorrow." She disconnected and looked at me. "You have an interview."

"Great, I think."

"Now, enough about work!" she said. "It's my day off, and I want to spend it with you."

"Okay, what are we doing?" I asked.

"Whatever you want," she said enthusiastically. "Do you want to see a show? There are comedy shows, concerts, plays, sports, movies. What do you like?"

"That sounds fun, but, I dunno..."

"Oh, the casino?"

"I'm broke."

"Yeah, me too. Oh, do you like tours? They have tour buses that drive around. Tourists love those."

"I'm not really a tourist, and that sounds like slow torture for you."

She smiled. "Yeah, kinda. Oh! Do you like to browse high-end shops? There's---"

"Sis, what do you want to do? Or better yet, what's your favorite way to spend a night off?"

"Me? Oh, god, don't let me pick, or we'll wind up on the couch in pajamas all night."

"That actually sounds really nice," I said.

"Seriously?"

"I spent six hours on a flight, three in an airport, and one hour on a bus to get here."

"Good point."

"Besides, I live here now, right? I'll take in the sights later. Right now, you're the only sight I want to take in."

Her eyes spread. "Oh my god, if we were on a date and you gave me that line, I swear my panties would soak."

I laughed. "Consider me your date tonight. Let's stay in and get to know each other again."

"Mmm, my date!" she said, running up and hugging me. "Prepare for lots of cuddling!"

"I'm prepared," I said.

"Yay! Let's find something funny to stream, and we can laugh and cuddle and ki---I mean..."

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and she lit up like a Christmas tree. "Perfect. The three C's, kisses, cuddles, and comedy."

She giggled. "Oh my god, you're too easy to love. Okay, I'll make popcorn. You go change. I don't want to cuddle with scratchy jeans and an itchy hoodie."

"Ha, okay. I'll use the bathroom to clean up."

"Go for it. Welcome home, little bro."

"Thanks, sis."

Chapter 2

Salacious Sister

In the bathroom, I washed my face and chest and pits as best I could in the sink in lieu of a full shower, taking an extra moment to run my fingers through my wavy hair so it tilted just right, and I achieved the optimum I-don't-care-if-I'm-accidentally-sexy look.

I pulled some clothes out of my bag, stuffing the hoodie in the bottom. I put away my T-shirt and changed into an A-shirt, plain white, and a pair of blue mesh shorts, my usual basketball attire. Fortunately, they'd been washed a few days before I left, or maybe a week, but that was considered clean for these two articles. Then I brushed my teeth, using my toothbrush and my sister's toothpaste.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found all the lighting had been dimmed, leaving the living room in a gentle glow, the falling sunset casting long shadows through the windows.

My sexy sister had found time to change too. She was wearing a pink tanktop. The straps of the tank were spaghetti, and the material was so light, I could see the outline of her dark nipples. The tank didn't even make it all the way down to her belly button. Below that, she wore a very small pair of soft-looking cloth shorts, green with white trim. They were worn high, cutting a V, exposing the bottom of her butt, and I could just see a hint of her panties.

"Ooh, you look comfy," she said, standing there with perfect hair and lips and her perfect body.

"So do you. Wait, did you do your makeup?"

She bit her lower lip, glossy and pink. "Just my lips."

"You look good, nice, I mean, yeah, you know you look good." Why did she have to be so beautiful?"

She smiled. "You too. I like your shorts. I remember from your pictures, you're really into basketball, right? There's a court down the road. We should play sometime. I'm a pretty good shot, you know?"

I smirked. "Really? You got a good 3-point game?"

"When I shoot, the ref gives me 4 points, 'cause I score with style."

I laughed and came closer.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the small loveseat. "Now, mister, I hope you don't mind getting close, because it's a small sofa, and if you're serious about being my inside date, I want to be in my favorite comfy position."

"Sure. Where do you want me?"

"Sit here," she said, sitting me down. "Left leg on the sofa." She guided me. My leg ran straight across the sofa, reaching the other end easily. "Tall boy, mmm," she said. "Now slide in a little, and then I'm going to come between your legs, mmm, right here." She sat in the open space, her plump butt right up against my crotch as she threw her legs on the sofa, curling them to the side. "Right leg up." My leg came up. Her legs opened, and my right leg slipped between them. The heat of her thighs enveloped the crease behind my knee. She turned, and her hip was directly pressed into my cock. Her right arm wrapped around my waist, and her side molded into my chest. She gave me a tight hug as her head came down on my chest. "Arms around," she directed, tapping my wrist. I wrapped both my arms around her, one arm just under her breasts and the other on her back. "And, sir, during our date, I welcome any and all back rubbing, if it's not too much trouble." She looked up. "Is this comfy for you?"

"Very," I said.

She snuggled into my chest and gave me a tight hug around my waist. She looked up and stretched her neck to kiss my lip, a soft, warm, closed-mouth kiss, but it lasted so long, those pouty, wet, glossy, pink lips against mine. She didn't break it, just hummed low in her throat with a soft "mmmmmmm."

When she finally broke, she smiled at me. "I'm so happy you're here."

"I'm so happy I'm here too," I said. "Can I get one more of those?"

She grinned. "You can get a million more of those."

She kissed me again, but this time I started to open my mouth, taking in her upper lip into between my lips, holding it there, and she did the same, pinching my lower lip between hers as we had another long kiss, a kiss so long that our lips were soon sticking together, and with every small move or vibration, we felt our lips threatening to peel apart. But the pain came when she finally broke the kiss, and our sticky lips were pried apart, skin tearing at skin, one atom at a time.

"Mmm, you are such a stud," she said. "You know what a girl likes, don't you?"

"Well, I know what you like, at least," I said.

"Au contraire, you have much to learn."

She settled into me and faced the TV, pressing buttons, but my attention was on her. With her hip pinning my cock, added to her sexy lithe body, my inexperience with girls, that kiss, I really could not be blamed for the erection that was forming underneath her.

"Is that..." she mumbled. "What is that?" She reached under herself and seemed to realize the moment before her hand touched it. "Oh my god, is that your cock?" she said, pulling her hand back. "Oh shit, I'm sorry."

"Um, no, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

She hugged me again. "Oh my god, I got you excited? Just from that?"

"Well..."

"That is so adorable! Aww, I'm so flattered!"

"You are?"

"God, yes! You're so sweet. Oh my god, I love you so much. I honestly thought you had something in your pocket, something big in your pocket actually." She snuggled back into me, her hip grinding down into my cock once more. "What a sweet boy you are."

"You're not... bothered?"

"Mmm, in my line of work, I do a lot of dancing and grinding. Feeling a hard cock in some guy's pants isn't new, but just cuddling with a guy and feeling him hard for me, wow, that might be a first. I'm really flattered."

I chuckled. "Thanks, I think."

"Mmm, you make me feel like a kid again. You stay hard as long as you want, baby."

She called me baby? I watched her as she navigated the TV and found a comedy show to watch. She was so lovely. She really had no idea what she was doing to me. From what she said, dealing with men all day long, she had become desensitized to how easy it was for her to turn men on, turn me on, but I wasn't desensitized to women, far from it, and I'd certainly never spent time cuddling with a girl like this. Was she oblivious? Did she think I had the experience of the men she met at clubs, some middle-aged guy who'd worked all day and just wanted to unwind and watch a beautiful woman dance, or some frat guy who fucked a dozen chicks and was partying in Vegas for the weekend? I was neither of those, but I didn't want her to think of me as immature. Maybe it would turn her off. And I wanted to turn her on, like she was turning me on.

My sister tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She took another piece of popcorn and brought it to my lips. I obediently opened my mouth to accept her gracious gift, even though I hated the way it got stuck in my teeth.

She laughed along with the comedian, and I chuckled too, but my mind was on her and her body, the way she wiggled and pressed into me, the slight adjustments she made on the couch, the way her feet kept sliding back and forth and brushing my feet. Soon, our toes were quietly tickling each other, clamping down on each other's toes and then squirming away in absentia while her eyes remained on the screen and my eyes remained on her, unless she looked up at me, then I would quickly look as though I, too, was engrossed in the show. She'd offer me a kiss here and there. It was always nice and long, lips slightly parted, our skin welding together, only to be ripped apart once again with violent destruction when she pulled them away, and her head settled back into my chest.

My hands explored her back, and as I rubbed down her shoulders and back up her spine, she gave a low groan of pleasure. It was all the incentive I needed to go on. Now she was either chuckling at the show or exhaling in ease, with an occasional giggle as I tickled her feet with mine, which always earned me a head tilt and another kiss. Those kisses seemed to resurrect my cock each time, giving it fresh blood to stay somewhere between soft and thick, and I wondered if she was attuned enough to feel it grow and recede as the time ticked by. Did she still notice it, or was it just another cock under her?

The thought of being just another cock did bite hard, but then, it's not as if she cuddled and kissed her customers. At least, I prayed it wasn't, but still, even knowing she'd been in this position with some other man other than me made me burn with jealousy. Now that I was with her, feelings of either protective brotherly instincts or possession of a beautiful woman, or both melded into one, formed inside me, and I never wanted to share her again. My heart was claiming her, and simultaneously, I was giving her my heart.

After another long kiss and a giggle in my mouth while I tickled her feet and her side at the same moment, she broke the kiss and gave me a long smile, both of us missing the last joke the comedian told and staring into each other's eyes.

"Doing okay"?" she asked me.

"Doing great."

"Good," she said, rewarding me with another long kiss, and then her head settled down again.

After a while stuck in this perfect position, holding this perfect woman, the popcorn bowl was empty, and my cock was too tired to keep up the seesaw of blood pumping back and forth, her legs wrapped around my leg, our toes teasing, and all those long kisses. Finally, the show ended, and my sister spoke up.

"I don't go on many dates, you know?" she said.

"You? Come on, I'm sure you get asked out constantly."

"I do, but the men who ask me out always say the same thing: 'I have a hotel nearby.'"

"Oh."

"I'm not a prostitute," she said, looking up at me. "I don't fuck for money, ever."

I swallowed, finding a kernel stuck in my throat. It itched but I said nothing. I didn't want to think about her job, but I was glad she didn't fuck for money.

"I just dance. 'Look but don't touch.' Those are the rules. Sometimes I bend them a little if a guy is really nice or really generous, but I only go so far, no sex, ever."

"Sis, I, I'm not judging you."

"I know, but I want you to know. It's not like, not like I do this, you know, cuddling with guys on the couch, all the time or something. I don't want you to think you're just another guy. This is special and amazing and perfect."

I smiled big. "Sis... thanks. You're special and amazing and perfect."

She put her head down on my chest and held me tight. The sun had long since set, but the blinding lights of the city seemed to keep shining through the windows.

"I hate this city sometimes, so much noise, so much light, so many people. But being here with you, it's like the world shrank for the first time in such a long time."

"I know what you mean, just you and me."

"Exactly." She looked up at me. "I kind of wish you weren't my brother."

I squinted at her. "Huh?"

"I mean, because, I don't know, that was stupid to say. I just mean... I just like being with you, being close to you, and I know I made you hard a few times. I felt it and stuff. The more I think about it, kissing you and making you hard, it probably isn't right."

"It's okay. We just grew up too far apart. The normal bother/sister stuff didn't get programmed into our heads. It's hard to remember that you're my sister and not just this amazing, beautiful woman I somehow managed to get alone."

She chuckled. "I guess, but I'm the older sister. I should be more responsible, more respectful, set the tone, and I'm setting a bad tone, aren't I?"

"You're not"

"I'm not?"

"No, you're not."

"You're sure? Because I need you to tell me if I cross a line. If kissing you the way I keep kissing you is crossing the line, you need to say, 'Sis, stop, that's too far.' If cuddling and making you hard and... liking it, if it's crossing the line, tell me. Don't let me get away with it, because I'll keep doing it."

"I like what you're doing."

"Andrew, I'm serious. There need to be boundaries. I don't know where they are, I really don't, but I feel like I'm crossing them, and I'm scared if I do, you'll be shocked or repulsed or hate me or leave, or I'll do something else that I can't fix or take back."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips to shut her up. I held the kiss as long as she'd let me, and then I said, "Debra, relax. You're not going to push me away because you crossed some boundary. I'll tell you. I promise. Same goes for me. If I cross one, or you cross one, let's just tell each other, apologize, fix it, and move on. We don't need to worry, either of us, do we?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't want to worry."

"Good."

She hugged me. "Thanks. You put my mind at ease."

"You were thinking about all this time, huh?"

"You have no idea what's going on in my head."

"Wish I knew."

"Oh, lord, if you did..."

She sat up from the couch, untangling our bodies. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Do you want dinner?" she asked.

"Oh. Sure, I suppose we should eat something other than popcorn."

She nodded. "Do you want to go out for dinner, or---"

"Stay in," I said. "We're already so comfortable."

She smiled. "Good. Um, I admit, cooking is one of those domestic skills I really lack. Very embarrassed about it, but I know how to order. What would you like?"

"You know the area better than me. What do you like?"

"I'm a sucker for Chinese food."

"Go for it," I said.

She ordered, and the rest of the evening, instead of cuddling and kissing, we sat at the kitchen table and just talked, chowed, and laughed. We reminisced about Mom, mused about her opinion of where our lives were, talked shit about Dad, and she asked questions about the old neighborhood, people she remembered, places, a different time, a different life.

"They tore down the old movie theater?"

"Yeah. Someone else built a bigger one on the other side of town, took all the business away."

"Wow. I lost my virginity in that theater," she said with a chuckle. "Well, technically, I lost it in the parking lot after the movie, unless you count the finger in my pussy during the movie."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really? Who?"

"Peter Kormak."

"Are you kidding? Snoremak?"

She giggled. "That's right, they called him that. He was cute though, and so persistent. I don't know if you remember, but I dated a lot of different guys all through high school. I was very popular."

"I remember," I said bitterly.

"I really just wanted the virginity thing over with, you know? And it was the worst sex of my life, but it was over and I was grown up. Finally." She sighed. "Good ol' Snoremak. Wonder where he is?"

"Probably still snoring at a desk somewhere, dreaming of his one night with you, the highlight of his boring life."

She giggled. "Imagine that. Okay, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your turn. How did you lose your virginity? Tell me all about the sexy, dark-eyed blonde bimbo, or was it a redheaded slut, who got my brother alone and drained him dry?"

"Well," I said, pausing for a long moment.

"Well?" she said. "Oh, wait, is it a tragic love story?"

"I'm... thinking."

"Thinking?" she said in confusion.

"Thinking if I should tell the truth or tell a lie."

"What?" she said, still more confused. "The truth, of course. Why would you lie? I'm not going to judge you for a lame virginity story. Did you not just hear about my time with Snoremak?"

"I meant I didn't know whether I should make up a story about losing my virginity or just tell you the truth that I'm a virgin."

Her face changed. All the muscles seemed to relax, and her jaw sort of lost the will to stay closed. I chuckled in embarrassment after a moment because she was still frozen in shock.

"Yeah," I said.

"I... are you lying? Wait, I'm confused. Did I misunderstand?"

"I'm a virgin," I said. She was silent. "What? I'm only 18. Is that so odd? You're embarrassing me with that look." I was getting annoyed at her now.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Don't be. I'm just, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? It's not a terminal diagnosis," I said. I was getting angrier and more humiliated by the second.

"No, I mean, I'm sorry I've been, like... flirting with you. Oh my god, you're a virgin? You're really serious?"

I folded my arms. "Debbie, honestly, can we drop this?"

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Shit." She jumped up from her seat across the little table, came around, and gave me a hug. Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't resist hugging her, but I only gave her one arm around her back and a quick pat.

"It's fine."

She pulled her chair closer and sat down on one of her legs, the other coming up, her heel on the edge of the chair, her toes flexing and unflexing as she stared at me like a lab experiment.

"What?" I said.

"I'm in shock is all."

"Why?" I said, getting annoyed again.

"No, don't be mad. I mean it as a compliment. You're such a great guy, and so sexy. If you weren't my brother, I'd have fucked you hours ago."

My cock gave a throb like a dog who heard a whistle. "Jee thanks," I said.

"I'm serious. I'm just in awe. How are girls not throwing their panties at you?"

"Sis, you do remember I was at military academy, right?"

"Did they have you locked up? You never left, never met girls outside?"

"I did. I had a couple of girlfriends. I kissed plenty of girls."

"Plenty?"

"Well, three. Okay, two, because the first one was you, so it's still three."

She smiled. "Why didn't you have sex with one of the three---I mean two?"

"It's not like I didn't try, but they didn't throw their panties at me like you said they would. You should call them up and ask, 'Why didn't you sleep with my brother? He's a sexy guy or whatever.'"

She giggled. "But you are a sexy guy. I'm just so..."

"What?" I said, the annoyance returning.

"Conflicted. The way I've been flirting with you and touching you and kissing you... I guess I thought I was playing with an open toy, so it was fine, but you're a brand-new toy, still in the box, mint condition. I should have been more respectful."

I was really starting to fume. "I'm not a toy. I'm a man. I can decide what I want to do and what I don't want to do. I don't have to fuck some other girl first."

"Oh my god, you're angry. I'm so sorry."

She got up, and I thought she was going to hug me again, and I was ready to refuse her hug, no matter how hot she was, but she took away my choice by sitting right in my lap. She threw her arms around me and held me tight. I could not help but hold her. Her body was so soft and welcoming. God, I loved her. I never wanted to lose this warmth.

My cock gave a stir even as I kept her in my arms, asking down below if this would turn into something, even as I beat back the thoughts and assured it this was just my sister's affectionate ways. But my cock didn't listen, especially not as my sister planted a wet kiss on my lips, opening and pinching my upper lip. I pinched back, taking her lower lip between mine, and kissed her long and hard.

"I'm sorry," she said sincerely after the kiss broke. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or belittle you. Of course, you're a man. I won't treat you differently if you don't want me to."

"I don't," I said. "Just... " But words failed me. "Thanks. Let's forget about it."

She kissed me again, and I held her tight.

"Can I ask one more question?" she said, looking into my eyes.

"Okay?"

"Have you ever had your cock sucked?"

I flushed red. "No. Why?"

"I just wondered. I mean, that's a lot like sex, but you know... forget it."

I sighed a little.

"One last question."

"Sis!"

"Real quick. Have you eaten a woman's pussy?"

"No!"

"No anal either, right?"

"Of course not!"

"Okay. What about tits? Have you kissed or sucked---"

"I haven't done anything," I said heatedly. "I kissed two girls, and I felt a boob on top of a sweater and got slapped for it. Questions answered?"

"Yes," she said sharply.

"Your turn," I said in anger, half to embarrass her, half to salvage my pride. "What have you done sexually? Go ahead and list it all off. I've got all night. I'll wait."

She stood up from my lap, her hands on her hips. "I said I'm not a whore."

I paused, my voice softening. "I know. I didn't mean it like that. Forget it."

I stared at her feet while she stood there in front of me, silence between us for a moment.

"Body count is 14," she said. "Probably sucked twice as many cocks. Never had anal though, actually. Kinda scared of it. Every time my friend Krystal has anal, she can't sit comfortably for a few days, bleeds, and gets hemorrhoids. So, I don't think it's for me. But I figured if I ever get married, my future husband can pop my anal cherry if he wants to."

I looked up at her. "Really?"

"Not you," she said.

I blushed. "I didn't mean---"

"Only teasing. Also, I should probably mention, even though I don't think of myself as bi, I do occasionally have sex with Krystal, you know, like eat each other out. If she counts as a body, that's 15, but 14 is my cock number."

"You and Kyrstal have sex?"

"I guess. But I always just thought of it as oral sex, you know, like, she eats me out, I cum, I eat her out, she cums. It's all about having a good orgasm and helping out a friend. It's not like we're strapping on dildos and fucking each other. We're just getting off. We're gal pals."

"Okay, that's cool, and pretty sexy."

She smiled and opened her arms to me. "Can I get a hug, and can we close the topic?"

"Yeah," I said, standing up and walking into her arms. I hugged her. "Just one question," I said.

"Hmm?"

"Can I be number 15?"

She broke the hug and slapped my arm. "Bad boy!"

I chuckled. "I'm just teasing. I'll settle for number 1 in anal though."

"Stop it, you." She glanced at the clock. "Midnight. Time for bed. Do you want to sleep?"

"Sure, I've been looking forward to seeing you in your nightgown. You sleep naked, right?"

She laughed. "You are the naughtiest virgin I've ever met."

"Hey!"

She grinned. "I'll wear a real nightgown, mister. You can wear whatever you want."

"So, I can wear nothing?"

"Is that how you slept in military academy?"

I chuckled. "Only on hot nights."

She giggled. "Mmmhmm. Honestly, I don't care. If you want to sleep with your cock out, you may sleep with your cock out."

I was surprised. It seemed she called my bluff, but then, looking at the sweet little smirk on her face, maybe it was no bluff. She really didn't care, or maybe she even wanted me to.

"What do you want me to wear?" I asked. "Your house, your rules."

She gave me a surprise kiss by stepping on her tiptoes and touching our lips before I could react. "Wear what you want. I mean it. Be comfortable, please. I, however, am going to wear a nightgown."

We left it at that, and we went around turning off the lights and putting everything away. We took turns in the bathroom, me first, and then I was left alone in the bedroom, waiting for her as I considered my sleepwear. I suppose underwear was best. I wasn't brave enough to just take my cock out and lay down with it out in the open. But as I sat there in bed, waiting for her to come, wearing tight white briefs, the fan sending pulses of warm evening air into the room, a thin film of sweat on my skin, thinking more and more about her, about our sexy little date night in, sleeping in the same bed with this gorgeous woman, I felt my cock stir in my underwear.

She was taking so long in the bathroom. What on earth was she doing? I gave my cock a squeeze on top of my underwear. I considered what she would do if she walked in with my cock hard in my hand. She'd probably just smile and tell me to continue. I slipped my hand into the brief's flap and took hold of my cock, pulling it out. The air on my shaft was heavenly. I gave it a long stroke and just sighed. I'd been so horny all night around Debbie, yet I'd been unable to stroke my cock. It only took a few strokes and a few thoughts of my luscious sister to make my cock fully erect.

I heard the bathroom toilet flush and the door open. I panicked, grabbing my briefs and yanking them up to pull my cock back through the flap. I could never hide it, but I did my best to bend it to the side, the fabric biting my sensitive cockhead like teeth. In came my sister. Both of us froze as we stared at each other.

Her eyes snapped to the tent in my tight white briefs, an erection that was about to tear through the fabric, and my eyes snapped to her outfit, a red, lacy babydoll. The top portion covered her breasts in a mixture of satin and lace. A solid heart-shaped piece over each breast covered her nipples, and lacy curtains hung around the band beneath her breasts, ending just below her belly button. She wore a matching pair of red panties, sharing the sheer lacy heart design over her pussy, but the mesh revealed the secret of her pelvis. She was certainly shaved clean.

My cock gave a roar in the form of a throb, and she returned a smirk, moving into the bedroom and coming around to her side of the bed. My eyes feasted on her ass, the way the thong slid up her crack and hid even less in the back.

"Those undies are adorable," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

She giggled. "Are those the same tighty-whiteys you wore when you were a kid?"

"Uh, well..."

"They certainly don't fit you like they used to, little boy," she said, sitting on the bed. She scooted closer, turning halfway to face me, her long legs crossing each other, her perfect feet on top of one another. She always looked like a model in a photoshoot.

"I, uh, I didn't know you were going to wear something like that."

"Like what? It's a nightgown."

"If you're a lingerie model, it is."

She chuckled. "I actually do a little bit of lingerie modeling. I picked up a few pieces for free here and there. You're lucky I did too. Otherwise, I'd have nothing to wear to bed. Do you like it?"

I gulped. She suddenly seemed so out of my league, never mind the sister part. "Yeah."

She giggled. "I like yours too. Well, I like the bulge."

"I, I was... was... just waiting." I was so embarrassed. I wanted my cock to soften, but seeing her there in that lingerie, it seemed to refuse my request.

"Andrew, sweetheart, I don't want you to have to sleep like that."

"Huh? Like what?"

"With a man-sized cock stuffed in those adolescent underwear."

I gulped. "Man-sized?"

She was still smirking. "I'm not blind, am I? I am, admittedly, a little curious."

"About what?"

"You're so shy. It's adorable. I love it. Look, real question: do you want me to treat you like my innocent little brother, or do you want me to treat you like a grown man in my bed?"

"Uh, a grown man in your bed."

"Then come on, stand up."

She slid toward me, pushing me out of bed. As I stood up, she sat up and reached out, taking my hips in her hands and directing me to stand in front of her. I looked down, and she opened her legs so I was standing between them. My cock throbbed. I was right in front of her face, her hands at the waistband of my underwear. She looked up at me.

"Do you want to sleep nude, with your cock free?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Okay, then let's get you ready for bed."

She pulled the underwear down. My cock scraped the fabric and then bounced free. It nearly swatted her in the face as it straightened up and pointed at her. She let go, and the underwear fell to my feet.

"Mmm! That really is a man-sized cock. You grew up... a lot."

I gulped. "Do you like it?"

She smirked. "I'm a straight, single, sex-starved woman. What do you think?"

"Uh?"

"You have a beautiful cock, Andrew. You should be proud of it. In fact, you could make a lot of money with it in Vegas."

"I could?"

"I shouldn't say that though. I would never want you in that lifestyle." She took a deep breath as she stared hard at my cock. "Well, fuck."

She swore. It surprised me. "What?"

"I'm going to have to try a lot harder than I thought at this 'responsible older sister' thing."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that is... a beautiful cock. Ahem, okay, we should sleep. Like, now, before I do something that I regret."

She climbed up on the bed, and either deliberately or not, she crawled back to her side, and I had a perfect view of her ass, the thong covering so little, a teasing hint of her asshole on either side of the thin fabric, the hump of her pussy hidden behind lace.

I climbed in after her, reclining, looking down as my hard cock stretched to the sky. I liked that she liked it. I wanted to impress her. The thought of her staring at it kept me hard as we both settled in. She took up the sheet and drew it halfway up our bodies. It caught on my cock, and she left it there, lying across her hip.

"You gonna cover up that monster or let him periscope all night long?" she asked.

"Is it okay if I leave him out for a bit?"

"Yes, definitely. Do whatever you need to do to be comfortable."

"Sis, you know, you can do whatever you need to do to be comfortable too."

She smiled at me as she flipped off the light on the side of the bed. It barely made a difference in the brightness of the room. The lights from outside poured in through the window. Both of us glanced at the wall, where my cock left a shadow spire.

She giggled. "Wow."

I chuckled too.

"Andrew, I think you should probably cum."

I looked at her. "Um, seriously?"

"Yes. You're too horny, and you're not going to sleep. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to impress me. You want me to see it. Well, let me assure you, I see it and I'm impressed."

"You are?"

"Of course. And I'm horny too, but for both our sakes, please cum."

"You're horny?" I said, gulping down my excitement.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about you. You need to cum so we can both sleep."

"Oh. Okay. So should I leave? Like, go in the other room or bathroom or something, you mean?"

She held her breath. "Um, no, do it here. Be comfortable. Just don't make a huge mess on my clean sheets. I have tissues next to the bed when you need them."

"Oh, okay," I said. She was watching me. "So, like, now?"

She smiled. "Yes, now. Wrap your hand around the cock and tug. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how to do it."

"Right," I said quietly, reaching down and taking hold of my shaft. I was blushing as her eyes were on me. But I gave it a long stroke and exhaled in pleasure. God, did my cock need this. It was begging for attention.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Is it weird, me watching? Do you want me to turn away?"

"No. I kinda like you watching."

She smiled. "Can I come closer?"

"Definitely."

She came close, much closer. She lifted my left arm out of the way and snuggled up right next to me. Her leg lifted and wrapped around my left leg, and her head rested on my shoulder as she looked down, me with my right hand around my cock. Her left hand rested on my tummy, and she began to gently rub from my tummy up to my chest and back down. It was so relaxing and enticing to have her so close, her scent, her body, her warmth, the sexy lace from her babydoll scraping my flesh.

"Is this okay?' she asked.

"Yes," I said as I gave my cock another long stroke. Having her there was amplifying everything, and already I felt my balls start to throb. I didn't want to cum yet. I liked this and wanted to let it last a little longer than my normal five minutes.

"You know, I don't think I've ever watched a guy jerk off before," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Well, not start to finish like this, only the end. You really don't mind, right?"

"No, I love having you here next to me," I said.

"Mmm, good. Tell me how your cock feels."

"It feels good, but I feel so hard, like, even harder than normal, like so hard, the skin is sore from being stretched."

"Wow. Is it my fault?"

"You did wind me up a bit," I said as I stroked up and down.

"You really do have a beautiful cock. I'm so jealous of the girl you fuck first."

"You can be the girl, if you want," I said. I don't know what possessed me to say it. Of course, I had thought about it all night, fucking my sister, especially since she had told me we could never do it, but the fog of horniness took away any filter I had.

"Mmm, wow. You really would give me your virginity, wouldn't you?" she asked. We met eyes, our faces right next to each other.

"Yes," I said.

"You're so naughty. I'm your sister, remember?"

"You're also the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Ooh, flattery. It's a tempting thought..." She stared silently at my cock for a moment. "... but I can't. Hurry up and cum."

"If you kiss me," I said, "I might cum."

She rolled her eyes. She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Cum."

"No, a nice kiss. I want your tongue in my mouth."

"Andrew."

"Kiss me," I said, my brain flooded with horny thoughts of fucking her. With my left hand, I pulled her closer to me and pressed my lips against hers. She could have fought it, but she didn't. She kissed me hard, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth, my tongue meeting it. Our noses mashed up against each other as our heads turned this way and that to kiss passionately.

"Mmm," she mumbled. She looked down at my cock. "I don't see cum."

"Help me. Do you want to touch it?" I asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Really?" I removed my hand.

"But I shouldn't," she said. "In my business, it's 'look, don't touch,' and that's especially true with us. I can't touch that cock. If I do, bad things will happen. So just cum, please?"

"What sort of bad things?" I asked. "Don't you want to cum too?"

"I do, but I can't."

"Sure, you can."

"No, I'm the big sister. I need to be responsible for what happens between us, and I'm already screwing it up watching you play with that big... hard... long... cock." She inhaled and exhaled deeply. "God. I feel so hot, like I'm burning up. Andrew, I'm begging you, cum. I'm not mentally prepared for this yet, not on our first night together. Does it normally take you so long to cum?"

I gave my cock another stroke. "I'm trying but it's a little hard with someone watching. Maybe I'm shy." I wasn't, but I'd say anything now to get her to touch my cock.

"Oh, really? I felt the same way when I first started dancing. You just have to tell yourself that your audience loves the show, loves what they're seeing, and they would do absolutely anything to fuck you right now if they could."

I grinned. "Is my audience the same?"

She looked up at me. "Your audience is really horny. You have no idea how wet you've made my pussy. Really, I'm becoming a little crazed and annoyed. Why does this big cock take so long to cum?"

"I dunno," I said innocently, trying not to cum while adoring the attention she was giving my cock. I gave it another nice, long stroke, squeezing it to make the head bulge. "How wet are you?"

She ignored my question. "You should use some lube. Make that cock nice and slick. Then you can really work it over."

"Are you an expert?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but I know how to handle one."

I leapt at the opportunity. "Show me."

She laughed. She untangled herself from me and turned away. For a second, I thought she was upset, then I realized she was opening the drawer. She took out a bottle and flipped open the lid. "Use this and rub it in."

"Show me," I repeated.

She bit her lip as she looked into my eyes. "I can't."

My strokes were slowing. I didn't want to cum now, not yet, not while this was enticing my sister. I know she had her rules, but I wanted her so badly, and if watching me play with my cock was really enticing her, maybe she'd want more. Maybe I could even fuck her.

"Come on. I'm sure you've jerked off a guy before."

"Only near the end."

"So, you're good at it?"

"Better than you. If I had that thing in my hands, you'd cum in 10 seconds. Why are you stopping?"

"Show me."

"Andrew..."

"Teach me. I'm just an innocent virgin, right?"

She scoffed with a little chuckle. "Right." She bit her lip. "I shouldn't."

"I thought you said kissing was 20 mph. This is only 50."

"Ha, I meant kissing may be 20, but making out is like 50, and your tongue down my throat is 100. Nevermind us cuddling and rubbing up against each other, but actually touching your cock is well past the speed limit of that comment."

"Touch it," I whispered. "Please."

She stared absently at my throbbing cock. "You really want me to touch your cock?"

"I want you to. You want you to, too."

"I... you know what, fine." She climbed up on her knees and came between my legs. "I'll show you how quick I can make you cum just so you stop torturing me playing with this thing. From tomorrow on though, you jerk off alone."

My grin was wide as I widened my legs. She sat down right between them. She squeezed a glob of clear liquid on her hand, rubbed them together, exhaled a warm breath in her palm, and then reached for my cock.

Her fingertips were the touch of an angel, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body the moment they touched my skin. She was gentle. She slowly slipped her fingers down the top of my cock, smearing the jelly and bending my shaft just enough to excite me. Her other had slipped along the bottom of my cock, sandwiching my dick between her palms, cool jelly invigorating my dry, sore cock. The skin was red, either from the chaffing of my vigorous jerking or from the neon lights rushing in from outside. My hot shaft was doused in water-based lube, and it felt heavenly. I moaned.

"Oh, fuck, that's amazing."

She smirked at me. She knew what she was doing, and the confidence on her face told me I didn't have long before she made me cum. It was almost a battle of wills now, staring down at this amazingly beautiful woman, in her skimpy lingerie, delicate hands and fingers on my cock, playing with me, versus a naive 18-year-old boy who wanted to be a man but felt like a child.

And then both of her hands grasped my shaft and twisted around it, the lube giving her unlimited control of my cock. I held my breath, and my brain begged to cum. I had to last longer than this, just a little longer. But dear god, did she know her way around my shaft, twisting it back and forth in her grasp, and then up and down, her hands working together.

My breathing was a mess of quickly taken gasps, staggered exhales, and whole mouthfuls of air lost, all while my eyes were so wide that they burned to blink. And then her thumbs massaged the tip of my cock, right along the slit, the mushroom head flaming purple as she polished it with her fingers, the lube turning it brighter than I'd ever seen it, more engorged than ever, furious that it was not buried deep inside this goddess, yet happy to settle for being in her grasp.

Down her hands went again, mimicking the feeling of what must be her perfect pussy slipping around my shaft, all the way down to my cock's base, where she squeezed it, all while gently bending my cock toward her. As she gripped my cock, her other hand slipped down and cupped my balls, sending a new wave of pleasure I wasn't ready to resist. Truthfully, I'd never even paid much attention to my own balls. Yet she had awakened a pleasure center I didn't know I had. Her nails scrapped the skin as she squeezed.

I lost my breath and then held it. Her right hand turned into a blur as she began pumping my shaft up and down, focusing on the top, where I was sensitive, and the bottom, cradling and gently squeezing my balls, which left me powerless to resist. I was no match for her, and she knew it. My resistance meant nothing to her. She had me. Or maybe she didn't even notice I had tried to resist, for the feebleness of my resistance to her touch.

Hopes of letting this last until she suggested sucking it, until I suggested that seeing her pussy would help me cum, that if I could just rub my cock against her pussy lips then surely that would help, until finally we both agreed that the best solution here was to just let me slide that big cock into her pussy to make me cum, all those plans, miles away, were gone now. I came.

I groaned as I exploded. She gasped in surprise as slimy cum spewed into the air in an explosion. It rained down on both of us, covering my cock and belly. I thought she'd pull away, but she surprised me by coming closer. She moved so close so fast, I thought she might suck my cock, but no, she only wanted to see it erupt up close. The view was dangerous. A jet of cum flew at her as my cock spit up again, hitting her in the face. Her smile broadened even as a stream of cum crossed her lips. Another jolt of cum shot out of me and splashed her nose, and then, losing potency, the rest oozed out of the tip, flowing down my shaft and her hand. My cock was throbbing hard, emptying my balls as she held on to them.

"Good boy," she cooed, her strokes slowing. She lowered her hand, squeezing the base of my cock as I squirmed from the sensitively at the tip. My cock stopped oozing and throbbing as she milked every last drop of cum from my balls.

"Wow," she said. "I've never seen so much cum."

"Fuck," I mumbled.

My eyes were fluttering as my orgasm subsided, but I could see her. She licked her lips, slurping up a glob of my cum. She glanced at me, and we met eyes for a moment, and then she quickly looked away. She took her hand off my balls and wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her hand. She exhaled a large breath and then released my cock.

"What a mess," she said.

"Uh, sorry."

"Don't move. I'll be right back."

She jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. My tired cock gave a few more throbs. I put my hands on my face. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head. That was without a doubt the most intense orgasm of my life. I'd been completely unprepared for a woman's touch. I felt small and inadequate. I wanted to have the experience of a man, but I had none of it, and it gave me nothing but embarrassment. I prayed my sister didn't see me like that, but she must have. She already knew if she only touched my cock, I'd cum. I was powerless.

I heard the sink turn on and off again after a moment. Soon, she returned. I moved my hands and opened my eyes to her. She closed the door and brought a washcloth. I held out my hand for it, but she waved me away and climbed between my legs. On her knees, she brought the cloth down, and I steeled myself for the cold clinical touch of a wet cloth, but warmth welcomed me instead, a warm wet cloth on my embattled cock. My cock throbbed in thanks as my sister used it to gently clean my shaft and balls and around my pelvis, as well as the cum across my tummy and thighs.

"You always cum this much?" she asked.

"Uh, more or less. I use a sock most of the time to catch it all."

"Dear lord, stay out of my sock drawer."

I chuckled. "No problem. I have you now."

She suddenly shot me a glare, and I saw that her face was not amused, but perhaps angry. The warm towel became a little less friendly as she finished cleaning up my cock. She climbed out of bed, folded it up, and put it in the laundry basket in her closet.

"Uh, I was just joking," I said.

She exhaled as she climbed back into bed, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover herself, as well as me and my cock. I could tell from her body language that something was wrong. Soon, she settled back in bed, lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling.

"You okay? Really, it was a joke."

"It's fine. I know."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing. We should sleep."

"Sis, come on. Are you mad at me?"

"No. I'm mad at me."

"Huh? Why? Because you licked my cum?"

She turned a glare at me immediately. "Excuse me? I did not!"

"But I thought I saw---"

"I did not! I wouldn't do that. Not with you. I didn't. You didn't see that."

"Okay, sorry. It's dark. I was confused."

She grumbled. "It's bad enough that I jerked my brother off. I sure as hell did not lick his cum off my lips."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"God, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong." She looked at me in the dark. "I'm the one who is sorry, okay?"

"You are? For what?"

"For... for touching you. I shouldn't have done that."

"But I asked you to."

"It doesn't matter if you asked me. I should have said no. I shouldn't have... Look, don't you get it? I manipulated you into sleeping naked because I wanted to see your cock. I was the one who took your underwear off and encouraged you to masturbate, because I'm a sick slut who wanted to play with my brother's cock, so I just waited until you asked me to touch it and immediately started doing exactly what I wanted to do. I'm so ashamed of myself."

She put her hand over her eyes.

"Deb..." I put my hand on her wrist and gently stroked her arm. "Come on, don't be like that. We were just playing around."

She lowered her hands and looked at me. "I do this shit, Andrew. I manipulate men to get what I want. I can't do it with you. You can't let me do it with you. I can't... abuse my power as your big sister, you understand?"

"I do, but I don't think you did. What do you want me to do?"

She sighed. "I, I... nothing. I'm not asking you to do anything. It's not your job to keep me from being a bad sister. It's my job. I just wanted you to know the type of person I am, so you can protect yourself from me, so when I'm weak, you can be strong. I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Sis, you don't need to put all this on your shoulders."

"I do. I'm the big sister." She looked at me in the dark, the pink neon lights from outside giving her a glowing aura. "I don't want it to be weird between us. Don't let me screw this up."

"You're not," I said lightly. "You just helped me relax a little. Is that so wrong?"

She bit her lip. "Not when you put it like that."

"Deb, come here, can I have a hug?"

She took a deep breath and didn't argue. She opened her arms, and I pulled her in, her small body coming right up against mine, lace and sat, in between us, the warmth of her flesh a welcome feeling even on this hot night.

"Deb, I love you, no matter what. You'll always be my sister. I don't want you to feel ashamed. You didn't manipulate me. I manipulated you, if anything. I wanted you to play with my cock. I was trying not to cum because I liked the attention."

"Really?" she whispered into my shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm still responsible, not you."

I smiled to myself as I rubbed her back. "It felt amazing. Thank you."

She exhaled on my neck. And after another moment, she pulled her head back to look at me. "I gotta do better tomorrow, okay? Somehow, I'll do better. It's not right to ask you to help me keep under control, but if you can, I'd appreciate it."

I gave her a slanted smile. "No promises."

She rolled her eyes. "You're awful. Go to bed. I need my sleep to resist you."

I chuckled. "I'll stay up all night then."

"Bed! Older sister orders, military boy! Sleep, mister!"

"Haha, yes, ma'am."

She scooted closer and cuddled right up against me, settling down in my arms.

"You're a good brother," she whispered.

I kissed her forehead. "You're a great sister."

Soon, we were both drifting off to sleep. During the night, we managed to change positions, with me spooning her. I was half in and out of consciousness, but I could feel her soft, plump bottom right up against my crotch. My dreams were filled with sex. I awoke at some point in the night, my hard cock throbbing up against the soft flesh of my sister's ass, or was that a dream too?

In the night, the sound of distant police sirens called to me from the dark. I was still grasping onto those dreams, fantasies as I continued them in my half-awaken state, imagining her open legs welcoming my long hard cock into her small wet folds. I needed to grind, and I did so up against her ass, my long cock slipping between her plump cheeks. The more I ground my cock against her, the harder it became.

"Mmm," Debbie mumbled. She reached back, grabbing my hip. "Shh," she mumbled and kissed my hand. "Sleep, baby."

I slowed my humping against her bottom and let my eyes flutter closed again. As I fell asleep, I dreamed of more sex. I was a superhero, and my cock was steel, actual steel, and fucking was my superpower. My sister was my archnemesis, and I had to defeat her, had to fuck her to save the world.

I blinked a few times in the dark, the morning sun poking at my eyelids---or was that the street lights outside? I felt my cock wedged between warm flesh. I wasn't between Debbie's ass cheeks anymore. I was between her thighs. How my cock got there, I was not sure, but Debbie was making minute movements, rubbing her thighs together, bringing my cock along for the ride.

I gave a gentle hump upward, trying to bring my cock toward her pussy, but suddenly I felt her hand around my shaft, or had I dreamt it, and then my cock was free from between her thighs. She turned, and I felt the warmth of her tummy on my shaft instead. Lips kissed mine.

"Sis..." I mumbled.

"Shh, sleep, my little baby brother. Sleep."

Chapter 3

Slutty Sister

When I awoke again, I felt my cock against something soft, pliable, weak to the strength of my big cock. I ground into it, humping it hard, driving my shaft up into some soft hole as hard as I could, but no hole materialized. I squeezed the softness, and it molded to my grip. Even as I humped it, imagining my sister's warm bottom, I realized this softness was cold. I slapped the soft ass, but it was not an ass at all. I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. I was fucking a pillow. I lifted my head to find my sister, but she was gone.

After dressing, I made my way to the living room and the kitchen to find her, but she still eluded me. She really was gone. I panicked for a moment, until I found a note on the table next to a warm pan with some scrambled eggs and a couple slices of bacon in it.

------

Morning, cutie!

Gotta go to a modeling gig, didn't want to wake you.

Should be back by 3pm. If you go out, spare key is next to the door.

No hookers, no drugs, no drinking.

Love, Deb

PS If Kyrstal comes around, don't have sex with her.

------

I ate. Then I went out and walked around, got lost in the streets, browsed a pawn shop, received greetings from a few scantily clad women, and finally made it back. I never saw Krystal, so I didn't have a chance to refuse to have sex with her. Debbie came through the door around 3:00pm.

"Oh my God, never working for that photographer again. UGH!"

"Hey," I said, coming to the door.

"Biggest asshole ever," she said, taking off her heels. She was in nylons, a black skirt, and a white blouse. "Fucker had no idea what he wanted, except for me to get naked. He never said it was a nude photoshoot. No, I'm not letting you take pictures of my pussy, asshole."

"Bad day?" I asked.

"I've had worse," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Want me to kick this guy's ass?"

She chuckled. "You would, wouldn't you? No. Give me a hug, you."

I smiled and hugged her. She hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest.

"I really missed you," she said.

"I missed you too."

"Come talk to me while I make lunch. I'm starved."

In the kitchen, she mixed a salad for both of us. I gave her the highlights of my day while she gave me the lowlights of hers.

"Sorry, I should give you a tour or something," she said. "Maybe Monday when I have some time off."

"Don't worry about me. I know you're busy."

"I'm not too busy for you," she said. She lowered her fork. "I really like having you here."

"I like being here," I said. "You could have said goodbye though."

She gazed at me absently for a second and then said, "You know, I think this morning was the first time I've ever snuck out on a guy in bed."

"Oh? You usually sleep with them all night?" I didn't like hearing about that sort of thing.

"No, they sneak out on me!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess sleeping is just too serious for some men. Honestly, it was so nice sleeping with you, just cuddling, I mean. Sure, you're a horny 18-year-old, so of course I had a steel pipe pressed up against my ass all night long, and I got dry-humped a few times, but your arms felt so... safe. It's cute. Adorable, really."

"Um, haha, I thought I dreamt some of that."

"Oh, I think you were dreaming of something all right," she teased. "At one point, I thought I might lose my anal virginity, the way you were grinding into my ass. Fortunately, that monster cock of yours needs about a gallon of lube before it could fit into my little asshole, so I'm safe."

"Damn," I said, laughing and covering my face. "I'll try to keep my dick under control next time."

She was giggling. "Thanks. Don't try too hard, but thanks."

I liked that she liked it, but I wasn't sure if she meant it, or how much was too much.

"So," she said, forking salad into her mouth, "ready for your big interview tonight?"

"Right. I think so."

"You'll do fine. Just don't let Donny intimidate you. Be strong. Be direct. Don't stutter."

"Okay."

"We gotta leave in an hour or so, so we should get ready. Just promise me one thing."

"Okay?"

"If you see me dancing on stage, don't judge me too harshly."

"Debbie, I already said I wasn't going to judge you."

"I know, but in your mind, I always want to be your sister, not the slut on stage."

"You can be both," I teased. "But you'll always be my sister first."

An hour later, we met up with Krystal, and the three of us caught the bus and traveled down the Vegas strip. Debbie pointed things out to me, but no amount of fancy lights and buildings could compare to her. Naturally, when my sister asked me what I thought of Vegas, I decided to throw a cheesy line at her.

"No amount of lights and buildings can compare to you," I said.

She giggled. "Oh, my god, cringe."

I blushed and laughed too.

"What?" Krystal called from the other side of the bus. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing," Debbie said.

Krystal leaned over the seat to talk to us. "So, how was the first night, you two? Anything you want to share?"

"Nothing to share," Debbie said. "We slept."

"Slept together?" Krystal said.

"In the same bed together," Debbie said, giving her a pointed look.

"I see. I think I can read between the lines." Krystal looked at me. "You naughty boy."

"Me? No way."

Krystal winked at me.

The bus snaked its way through Sin City until we came to the street with a neon sign outside, Vanilla Sins, a Gentleman's Club. We passed it, got off at the next stop, and walked back. I thought we'd enter through the front door, but, no, there was a side door that Debbie used. The door had an old-style electronic lock. She entered a pin (1234) and it buzzed open.

"High security," I said.

"Play your cards right, and you're security," Krystal said.

We entered a white-brick hallway, and I froze. There was a huge guy standing there, his neck as thick as my thigh, arms like tree trunks, a head taller than me, burns on his face, but then he smiled and turned from grizzly bear to teddy bear.

"There's my favorite girl. Hey, Deb."

"Hi, Bear," my sister said, giving him a half-armed hug.

His name was Bear?

"My other favorite girl. Yo, Krystal."

"Hi, big guy," she said, also giving him half a hug.

"Who's this guy?" Bear asked.

"My little brother, Andrew. Andrew, Bear."

"Hello," I said.

He lifted his chin to acknowledge me, sizing me up.

"Is your name really Bear?"

"Nah, it's a nickname," he said.

"Short for Barry?"

"Short for fuck-off."

"Behave," Krystal chided.

"Come on," Debbie said, taking my hand and leading me along.

"Damn, I hope your boss isn't expecting me to compete with that guy," I whispered. "There's no way I'll be hired."

She smiled at me. "Andrew, there's a reason Bear's back here. He protects the girls, but he's not exactly a friendly face for the customers. But if anyone tries to pass that curtain..." She motioned to the curtain as we passed it, where lights and music were bleeding through. "... you'll wrestle with the Bear."

At the end of the hall, we came into a room with lines of vanity stations, mirrors surrounded by lights, a rack of different outfits all lining one side of the wall, and girls. I'd frozen again. There were half-naked women everywhere, with twice as many bare breasts, walking around talking, dressing, changing, laughing, doing makeup.

"Oh, wow."

Debbie laughed. "Pick your jaw off the floor and follow me."

"Good luck," Kyrstal said, waving goodbye to me as she went over to join the other girls.

I followed Debbie, passing the various women, shamefully staring but trying not to be obvious. A few eyes found me as well, and I quickly looked away. Debbie surprised me when she began knocking on a door. The sign read MANAGER.

"Hang on!" someone called.

Debbie glanced at me. "He's probably interviewing someone new."

"Come in, come in!" a man shouted a minute later.

Debbie opened the door and led the way. A girl was standing there, and Donny was sitting up in his chair. He was an older guy, large, but also muscular. The girl was small. She wiped her chin. She didn't say anything as she squeezed past and left.

"Debbie! There you are." He stood up. His fly was unzipped. "Gonna make me some money tonight?"

"Don't I always?"

"You do indeed. So, this is the army brat, eh?"

"My little brother, and he can kick ass, so be nice. Andrew, this is Donny."

Donny laughed. He held out his hand, and I shook it. It was a little damp. I could only imagine what he'd been touching before I came through the door.

"Nice to meet you, sir," I said.

"Sir? Good, good, he shows respect." He looked me up and down. "So, I hear you beat the shit out of my bartender."

"Well, it was just one punch."

"That's what I like," Donny said. "One and done, eh? Haha, all right, all right. I'll tell you what, kid, I like the look of you. I'll let you shadow Tony. If he says you're good, you're hired. He says you're shit, you're fired. You get one night to impress me, just like any girl I contract. One night. Got it?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Good." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of 100-dollar bills and peeled off three. "Hang on to this."

"What's this for?" I asked, taking the $300.

"Call it your first paycheck. You finish the night, you keep it. You don't, I take it back. You don't give it back, I break your thumbs. Don't ever fuck me over, or I'll fucking kill you. Capiche?"

"Uh, capiche."

"Good boy." Donny reached into a box and took out a black T-shirt with the word STAFF on it. He threw it at me. "Put it on."

"Okay. Now?"

"No, go ahead and change in your private dressing room. Of course, right fucking now!"

I pulled my old T-shirt off, baring my chest. My sister gave me a silly little smile as I slipped on the STAFF shirt. Meanwhile, Donny stretched his neck out the door.

"Tony. Tony. Tony! Get over here."

A man who had been talking to Krystal came over. He was tall and goodlooking and covered in tattoos. His sleeves were rolled up to show his muscular arms. His long black hair was tied in the back. He wore a goatee.

"Yeah, boss?"

"This is Andrew. He's your new shadow. Show him the ropes."

"Got it, boss."

"Kid," Donny said to me, "don't forget the Golden Rule. Don't fuck the girls on company time. You fuck the girls, I fuck you, got it?"

"Uhh, wha, you fuck me?"

"Yeah, with a steel pipe! Repeat after me, you fuck the girls on company time, you get ass-fucked by a steel pipe."

"All right, if I fuck one of the girls on company time, you'll shove a pipe up my ass."

"Perfect, we understand each other," he said. "Now, what are you waiting for? Get your ass to work."

"Come on, kid," Tony said, beckoning me.

"And you," Donny said to Debbie, "get your pretty little ass on stage."

"Will do," she said to Donny and glanced at me. "Have fun."

"Okay, uh, see you later."

I followed Tony out into the club area, where I saw many men and some women watching the girls up on stage. The girls were stripping, and my eyes lingered on a large pair of bare breasts, nipples shining in the red lights above, the girl's thumbs in her G-string as she moved, teasing as if she would pull them down, but she never seemed to do it.

"Don't stare too hard. They're your coworkers now."

"Right."

I followed Tony over to the main entrance, where I stood, and he started to describe the job responsibilities, which consisted of waiting and watching the customers for rowdy behavior or disallowed touching of the waitresses or strippers.

"It's not rocket science, but the key is not to spend all your time staring at the girls on the stage, which I can see you're still doing."

I was. "Sorry."

"First time in a strip club?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I can tell. You've got a bulge there, kid. Calm down a little."

I did not have a bulge. Maybe I was half-hard, but I didn't think Tony could really tell. He was surely just teasing me. "I, I do not..."

He laughed. "Tomorrow, jerk off before you get to work, all right? This job requires a clear mind."

"Noted."

But any chance of a clear mind was gone now. I saw my sister step up on the stage and approach the pole.

"Uh oh," Tony said. "Are you sure you wanna see her dance, kid?"

"It's fine. We're coworkers, right?"

"All right. Let's get closer."

"Why?"

"We gotta keep an eye on the entire place. Move with me, and try to keep your eyes off your sister, watch the customers for bad behavior."

There was no way I could do that though. I stared at Debbie as she began to move. I stumbled into a table and half-tripped over a chair leg. God, she was gorgeous, her twirling around the pole, jumping on it, her breasts jiggling in her top. And then the top came off, and her breasts were free, areolas bright and nipples hard.

"Are you going to at least try to look away?" Tony said.

I glanced at him. "I only looked once."

"Kid, not even the customers are staring as hard as you."

"She's my sister," I said.

"And she's sexy, I get it. And she can fuck too. She's an amazing piece of pussy."

"What?" I said, my heard jerking to him. White-hot jealousy bubbled up inside me.

"Sure, didn't she tell you? I'm Krystal's boyfriend. The three of us fuck around sometimes."

"Oh, I see." My face was burning.

"Jealous?" he asked with a smirk.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No."

"It's okay, kid. I get it. You grew up watching incest porn, huh? Now, you want your sister."

"Leave me alone," I said.

"Come on, keep moving, and watch the customers. See that guy there, he's trying to touch your sister's feet."

"Huh? Oh. What do we do, hit him? Or just tell him to stop?"

"Just move closer so he sees you, make eye contact with him. He'll know to cool it."

We made our way at an angle so the foot grabber could see us. He pulled his hand away, instead holding up a bill that my sister collected. I had a better view of her from behind, and it was perfect timing. She slipped her fingers into her panties and started to wiggle them side to side, her ass shaking. Even as she bent over, you could make out the outline of her pussy lips from behind her bikini.

"Look at those pussy lips," a nearby guy said to his friend.

"Bet her cunt grips tight."

"Fuck yeah," the other said.

"It does," Tony mumbled to me.

I glared at him.

"Ah, I knew you were jealous."

"You're talking about fucking my sister. I'm not jealous, I'm angry."

"Sure, kid. It's protective. I get it."

I inhaled. "Doesn't Krystal care that you fuck other women?"

"Not as long as she knows about it. Krystal asked me if she could fuck you."

"What?" I said, breaking eye contact with my beautiful sister's ass. "Seriously?"

"Debbie didn't tell you?"

"Well, uh, kind of, but I thought she was just teasing."

"You should fuck her. Krystal's great, even better than your sister."

"Oh, really?" I said, not imagining how anyone could be better than my sister, but I didn't want this guy to think my sister was the best anyway. If he did, he'd take her from me.

"Krystal can ride a cock like she's riding a horse. Her squat game is top-notch."

"Oh."

I was staring at my sister again. Watching her twist around the pole, humping it, grinding her crotch against it. Fuck, I wanted her so badly, wanted in that pussy, wanted to be that poll. She turned and slid her ass crack up and down the pole while her breasts hung forward.

"That a pretty sight, isn't it?" Tony said.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

Soon, my sister finished her dance and ran off stage. My eyes followed her all the way until she vanished behind the curtain. Then Krystal slid out, twirling to the front. I could see Tony staring a little now and then too. Krystal was topless a minute later, and I saw a little red heart tattoo over her left breast. Soon, her set was up, and a new girl replaced her.

"Come on," Tony said, and we were once again walking through the club. "Now, you can focus on something other than the dancer, eh?"

I grunted. "Yeah, I guess."

We came to the bar, where the bartender gave me a hard glare. Even in the darkness of the club, I could see the concealer he had caked on his face, Robbie the Rabbit.

"Hey, Robert," Tony said. "This is the new kid, Andrew. I heard you two met already."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Robert asked.

"Working," I said.

"Man, fuck you," Robert said.

"Hey, hey," Tony said. "Let's chill. Same team, right?"

"Whatever," Robert said. He busied himself moving down the bar and checking on his customers.

"I've always wanted to slug him too," Tony said with a chuckle.

We went outside next to talk to the bouncer there, and I had an opportunity to check ID's. Tony gave me a few pointers about spotting fake ones, but privately he also said, "Not that we care much. If the ID looks good enough and you're damn sure they're over 18, pass them through. They just want a few drinks and a good time. We're bouncers, not cops."

After some time, we returned inside, and I was soon treated to the vision of Debbie dancing on stage. I was a zombie as I watched her, and even Tony's chuckles did not distract me. It was later in the night now, and customers were starting to leave, but a few guys were up front cheering for her as she moved with the music. Debbie met my eyes as she danced, and for a long moment, she kept my gaze. Her hand rubbed down her tummy, and she cupped her pussy on top of her bikini thong. She knew I was desperate to see it, the smirk on the corner of her lips told me she knew. She rubbed it to taunt me. The men there loved it.

Debbie soon left the stage, and I saw her come out onto the floor. I wanted to make my way over to talk to her, but one of her fans approached her first. The man spoke to her, and I began to move closer, shifting into protective mode, but then I paused because Debbie beckoned him on. They disappeared down a hallway with a neon sign above the door that read "VIP Longue."

"What's back there?" I asked Tony quickly.

"Private dances."

"Debbie and some guy went back there. We should go check on them."

He put his hand in front of my chest before I could take a step. "Kid, she's working."

"I... I know. So am I."

"There's already security back there. I'll show you the VIP area tomorrow, if you're hired."

"But---"

"I promise, tomorrow, if you're hired."

I swallowed. "If that guy---"

"That guy will get what he paid for, just like every other guy who has been through here. She's not fucking him back there. She's just dancing, same as you saw, just a little closer."

I took in a breath and exhaled. "Yeah, all right."

"Kid, this is the gig. If you can't handle it, quit."

"I can handle it."

Tony and I walked the floor, but I kept an eye on the VIP longue. The man soon emerged and rejoined his friends. They were laughing and talking and drinking. I was jealous. Debbie soon reappeared, walking the floor, talking and drinking with the customers. Watching her work was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

"All right, kid," Tony said. "We're getting there. Time to announce last call."

Soon, the club closed. Tony and I checked the bathrooms and helped one drunk guy find the exit. Then the front doors were locked, and we made our way to the back, where a scramble of girls were getting dressed. My eyes found Debbie, watching her slip into her clothes.

Donny was strutting among them, saying goodnight, giving a slap on the ass to one or another. Eventually, he made his way over to me.

"Tony, how'd the pup do?"

"When he wasn't staring at the stage, he did good."

Donny chuckled. "I can't fault a man for being a man. So, you want the job?"

I swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"All right. You're official tomorrow. I'll cut you slack tonight, but next time, business before pleasure; eyes on the prize, not the pussy, capisce?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did I hear right?" Debbie spoke up as she approached. "You're hired?"

"Hired!" I said with a smile to her.

Donny slapped me on the back. "Yup, take him home, give him a blowjob to celebrate."

My eyes widened, and Debbie scoffed. "You're such a pig."

Donny laughed and left. Krystal came up and hugged Tony. Tony glanced at us. "Do you two want to ride home with us?"

"Sure," Debbie said with an exhale. "I'm exhausted. I drank way too much tonight."

"And made a lot of money too, from what I saw," Krystal said.

"I did okay."

Krystal looked at me. "Debbie has a lot of fans, you may have noticed."

"I noticed," I said.

We followed Tony and Krystal out to his car. My sister leaned on me at one point. She really did seem drunk.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

I opened the back door for her, helping her in and following after.

"Are you really drunk?" I asked Debbie as Tony started up the car. He was busy chatting with Krystal.

"Well, maybe a little," Debbie said. She leaned against me. "Guys buy me drinks all night long. I have one sip to be nice. But a dozen sips from a dozen guys, it adds up. All part of the job."

"Oh." I ignored my jealousy. All part of the job.

"How do you like the job?" Debbie asked. "You really want to stay?"

"Definitely. Watching you dance every night is a bonus I can't find anywhere else."

She blushed and smiled. "You're sweet. And filthy. And my brother."

"Guilty as charged."

"So, you saw my tits. How were they?"

"Beautiful."

She bit her lower lip as she looked up at me. "Thanks. I kinda liked you watching me. I'm not usually horny when I dance, but your eyes, I dunno, they turned me on."

My pulse shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I shouldn't say that. I'm trying to be a good sister, but I didn't factor in coming home drunk with you."

I grinned. "I'll try not to take advantage of you."

She smirked. "You should be more worried about me taking advantage of you."

"I hear some naughty things back there," Krystal said in a sing-song voice.

Tony laughed. "They're gonna fuck the moment they're through the door. I've seen that look before."

"Shut up, we are not," Debbie said. "He's my brother."

"Krystal said you two were all over each other yesterday," Tony said.

"Well, Krystal has a big mouth. I was just welcoming my brother home."

"A big mouth and a deep throat," Krystal said, winking back at me.

"Ignore them," Debbie said, leaning against me again. "They're just jealous perverts, because they're probably going to go home and roleplay brother and sister and fuck, because that sort of shit gets them off. They deserve each other."

"Hey, that's a good idea," Tony said.

"Mmm, I like it. Ohh, big brother, can I come and live with you," Krystal said, hand over her heart. "I have nowhere else to go."

"I guess, little sis, but you're gonna have to share my bed, and I fuck any girl in my bed."

"Oh, no! I've never even seen a cock before!" Krystal cried out dramatically. "Will you teach me what I have to do to keep you happy, big bro?"

"You're gonna learn why I'm the big brother tonight!"

Debbie laughed, but I lowered my eyes in embarrassment.

We arrived home and said goodnight to Tony and Krystal, who couldn't resist adding, "Have fun, kids. Oh, and, Andrew, don't cum in her. Donny will fire her if she gets pregnant."

"Krystal!" Debbie pushed her away as we exited the elevator. She rolled her eyes as she hung on to me. "She thinks she's funny, but she has no idea what's going on in our heads."

"I'm not sure what's going on in my head either," I said.

Chapter 4

Soapy Sister

At our door, Debbie swayed as she dug her keys out of her purse. Finally, we made it inside and closed the door. She dropped her purse on the floor and immediately turned and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I hungrily kissed her back, my hands around her back.

"I missed you so much," she said.

"I missed you too," I said, and I kissed her once more. She moaned in my mouth.

"I feel like I can only kiss you here, where no one else knows what we're doing."

"I think Krystal knows," I said.

She kissed me again, and I pulled her body against mine, but after a moment, she broke the kiss and breathed, taking a step away from me.

"Wait. I'm drunk. Don't let me do something stupid."

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth. "It's just a kiss, right, sis?"

"Yeah. Okay. I need to sleep this off."

I nodded. "Right, of course. Let's just get to bed."

"First, after having a million guys touch me all night, I need a shower." She leaned forward. "And from the smell of things, you need one too."

"Ah, yeah, a guy spilled his beer on me."

"Occupational hazard," she said.

"Should we, uh, take turns showering?" I asked.

She bit her lip as she looked into my eyes. "I'm so tired. I don't want to wait. Is it awful if I say let's shower together?"

"Together?"

"Come on, don't think about it."

She grabbed the material on my STAFF t-shirt and pulled me along toward the bedroom.

"You really sure about this?"

"Yes. I don't want to sleep dirty."

"But we're doing it together?" I said a little louder, my pulse climbing.

She looked back. "I didn't say, 'let's fuck.' I said, 'let's shower.' It's just water. Why? Would you prefer a bath? It takes longer, but it's much more relaxing."

"No, I didn't mean I wanted a bath instead of a shower. I meant, like, you think we should bathe together?"

"It's late. I want to sleep, and I don't want to wait for you, so it will be faster if we just do it together... and more fun."

"Fun? We'll be nude and have fun... together?" I repeated.

She smirked at me as we entered the bedroom. "Look, did you not just spend the evening staring at me naked up on stage, dancing on a pole? You've already seen my tits and ass. So, you get to see my pussy next, not that the clothes I wore on stage left much to the imagination, right?"

"Uh, I guess not."

"And I saw your cock last night."

"Yeah, but it was pretty dark."

"I know. Now I get to see it in the light. Let's do a bath," she said, leaning over the spa and turning on the water. It began to fill as she stood back up and faced me. "Oh my, look at that nervous face."

"I'm not nervous, I'm just, um, confused."

"Why?" she asked. "Because I wanna see your cock?"

I gulped. "I guess, yeah."

She raised her eyebrows. "Did you like seeing me naked tonight?"

I licked my lips before answering. "Well, I, I mean..."

"If the answer is no, you're going to break my heart."

"Yes," I said immediately, because I would never break her heart and I had no skill in lying anyway.

"Good," she said with a smile. "Don't you think I want to see you naked too?"

"Okay, but last night, you were so upset after you played with my cock."

"I know. That was wrong. But tonight, we're just bathing, just looking, no touching. If you want to look at me, look at me. Just look with your eyes, not your hands. God knows I'm going to be staring at your cock."

I couldn't help but crack a smile. "So, it's okay to look?"

"Exactly. Besides, it will be a nice icebreaker for us to take a nice, hot bath together. Just remember the golden rule." She held up one finger. "No fucking. Understood?"

I nodded. "I know."

"Good boy. Now, let's get you out of these clothes."

She stepped forward and took the bottom of my t-shirt. I felt somewhat childish as I lifted my arms, and she pulled the shirt up over my head. I had a flashback to when we were kids, and she'd help dress me for school. Once the shirt was off, she ran her fingers down my bare chest, appraising me with a little smile on her lips.

I was too nervous to believe this was really happening, so I made no effort to help or stop her from bringing her fingertips to the waist of my jeans. She pulled on my belt and unbuckled it. The clinking metal was in my ears as she grabbed it and pulled, the belt sliding through all the hoops. She smirked at me and dropped the belt on the floor with my shirt. Then her fingertips slipped inside the waist of my jeans. I lost a breath or two as I watched her with the button. She pried it open.

At this point, this was already the most erotic thing that had ever happened in my short virgin life, and the anticipation of being nude in front of my sister and seeing her nude and bathing with her had blood flowing down my body like a flash flood, a dam pooling in my cock, making it heavy in my pants. My brain had a heartbeat as I stood there, watching this gorgeous angel undress me. And then she opened my jeans and expertly took the zipper down. The jeans came to life as they decided to slip down my legs all on their own. She paused a moment to look at me in my briefs, in my tight white underwear, standard issue, the bulge of my cock struggling behind the thin cotton.

She kneeled in front of me. I watched her descend. She was perched on the balls of her feet as her fingers curled around the rim of my underwear. My excitement peaked, nervous at the exposure of my cock but also excited, but there was no time or inclination to stop her, so I remained still as she drew the underwear down, and out popped my shame, a long, hard, ever-growing, shameful cock, excited to be in the presence of this magnificent creature before me.

"Oooh," she cooed. "I knew it."

My throat was dry, even though I tried to speak, to ask what she knew, but she didn't need me to prompt her.

"Seeing this in the light, I knew it was an amazing cock last night, but just having it in front of me..." She sighed.

I was blushing so red that I think my entire body looked like one tall, long red cock, to say nothing of the fast growing long red cock in front of me. My motor control returned, and I found the energy to move my hands to cover my cock, though it stuck out between them.

"Aw," she said, giving me a frown, "don't hide him. He's so beautiful. I want to see."

My hands fell away, and I arched my back, feeling a little prouder at her encouragement.

"Good boy," she said.

And without another word, she took the top she'd been wearing and pulled it up. It happened so quickly that it took me off guard. The fabric caught the bottom of her breasts and out spilled her voluptuous tits, with bright red areolas, jiggling. Next were her jean shorts. Her whole body swayed from side to side as she slipped them down. If she was wearing panties, they were swept up in the hook of her thumbs. There was no slow, sexy reveal like there had been at the nightclub. In an instant, she shimmied out of her clothes, and they all fell to her bare feet. She stood up straight, the full-frontal nudity of my sister before me. My eyes danced between her breasts and her pussy.

This was no strip club lightning now, dark and red, but instead soft and yellow in her room, somehow so much more real and alive instead of artificial. The glamor and glitz of the stage were washed away, and she was a flesh-and-blood woman, naked before me. My cock stretched, excited to get a good look at her, a snake standing to search out its prey.

"Oh, he's excited," she teased.

"I, I'm... sorry," I said.

She laughed. "Sorry? If you were soft, I'd be brokenhearted. I'm glad you like me."

"I really like you."

"Mmm, really?" she said, taking a step forward. She put her hands on my shoulders and then intertwined her fingers behind my neck, looking up at me. She was so close that my cock poked her tummy. It sent lightning through my shaft and electrocuted my body. Everything was throbbing.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"You're the most gorgeous woman on the planet."

She giggled. "Wow, thank you. You're pretty sexy yourself. And not just your cock. You have these eyes, the way you look at me, it's like you're screaming at me. Do you have something to say to me, Andrew?"

My heart hammed. Did I? She was my sister. But I couldn't lie. I didn't care. "Deb, I want you. I really want to have sex with you."

"Aww," she said, looking down. "I can tell."

"I think, I think we should do it. We should."

She shook her head, but she was smiling. "I know you want it, Andrew. If you weren't my brother, I'd be on that bed with my legs open, begging you to fuck me."

I flinched. "Really?"

"But," she said, looking serious, "what's the golden rule?"

I gulped. "No fucking?"

"Exactly. We're a 'look, don't touch' family."

She broke her hands apart and turned away from me. She went to the spa and bent over. My pulse surged as I stared, her ass and pussy opening from behind. I had an amazing view of her little puckered butthole and her pussy lips. They were nice and welcoming, inner flaps slipping out of her pussy to say hello, her meaty outer lips curled up. My cock cried out in pain as more blood tried to force its way in, but the dam was at capacity.

My mind shouted, "Ram it into her now!" but I dare not obey such a base compulsion. Oh, dear god, I'd never felt such an overwhelming desire to fuck before. This was not passing horniness, cured by a quick wank. My body was razor focused on this one desire to mate with this girl. I did not care if we were related. I had to be inside of her.

She stood up and turned back. She snatched up a hair clip and expertly wrapped her hair around her head and clipped it all together, her arms high above her, her body so exposed to me, her breasts vibrant, the curves of her waist accentuated, her hips voluptuous.

"Ready?"

"God yes," I said.

She gave me a little giggle and turned back, stepping up into the spa and then stepping down, her foot slipping onto the water. She exhaled as she started to lower herself into the spa and then sat on one of the seats. The foamy water sloshed around her rib cage, just below her breasts.

"Are you coming? Bring that big cock in here."

I nearly dove into the water, but before I could, my sister said, "Socks."

I looked down. I forgot I was wearing them. I pulled them off, looking awkward on one foot each, my hard cock bouncing between my legs, my balls slapping my thighs as I moved. And then I stepped into the water. I nearly slipped, and she jerked to catch me, but I had my balance. She was on her feet now and took my hand. My eyes shot to her bare pussy again.

Once in, we both lowered down into the water. I sat down in the corner. She sat down opposite me. It was a small spa, and our legs touched. She sank a little lower, the water lapping at her heavy breasts. Up came her feet, sliding into my lap. Whether she meant to or not, her toes touched my cock.

"Oh," she said with a giggle. "He's got such a long reach."

Her feet settled in on my thigh, my cock right up against them. She flexed her toes, and I felt them on my shaft, but she didn't seem to be paying attention to that. She was slipping further under the water, her head resting back against a rolled-up towel, the water crossing her body and breasts.

"Mmm, ah, isn't this nice?"

"It is," I admitted, enjoying the water but enjoying her so much more.

"Try not to think about sex," she said, her eyes closing. "Try to clear your mind a little."

I gulped. How'd she know I was thinking about sex?

"I'll try."

I slipped a little farther down into the water, and my cock scraped along the side of one of her legs. Soon, her feet were at my chest, her thighs between my open legs, my cock pinned to the side.

"That cock of yours," she said, her head rolling from side to side, "he's very distracting."

"You're telling me," I said.

She smiled with her eyes closed. "How often do you masturbate?"

The question took me off guard, but I felt as we sat here, nude together, that there was no reason to keep secrets from her. "Every day, I guess."

She opened one eye to peek at me. "I figured an 18-year-old boy jerked off a dozen times a day."

I chuckled. "Twice that on the weekend."

"Mmmhmm," she said, her eyes closing again. "I like to cum once a day. If I don't, it's like the stress in my brain takes over. I try to do it before bed if I'm not too tired from work. It helps me sleep."

"Oh," I said.

"I want to prepare you," she said, her eyes still closed, "because I didn't cum last night, but when we're done here, we'll get in bed, and I wanna cum."

"Oh," I repeated. My mind ran to ideas of making her cum. Was she asking me? Inviting me?

"I'll use my vibrator. What happened last night, we can't do that again, but if we're going to live together, we can't be sneaking around with stuff like this."

I was disappointed. But then, wait, did she mean I'd see her? "You mean you'll cum in front of me?"

My cock gave an excited throb at the idea of watching her play with her pussy. True, I couldn't fuck her, but watching her play with her pussy? I felt like I'd just been told I had an unopened Christmas gift.

"Mmmhmm," she said.

I needed to check to make sure I understood. "Uh, did you want me to leave you alone while you do that?"

She smiled without opening her eyes. "Well, I'm not telling you that you have to watch me. I just wanted to warn you, because I figured you'd be in bed with me and wonder why I'm pulling out a vibrator, and why I have my legs wide open, and why I'm moaning and thrashing and squirting all over the place."

My cock throbbed so hard that she opened her eyes and sat up. Then she climbed to her knees and sat in the middle of the spa, her breasts right between my knees.

"I'm teasing you too much, huh?"

I swallowed. "No. I think it's cool that you're comfortable enough to masturbate with me, if you want to, I mean."

"I want to, and I need to. I need to cum every night. I was serious about that."

"Okay," I said, nodding.

"And," she said, "I think this big boy needs to cum too. I can't help you cum, but we could do it together if we both promise not to touch."

"Okay," I repeated.

Her hands were on my knees. She started to rub up my thighs and then back down. My cock stood up, poking out at the top of the water. She reached past me and took a bottle of body wash and said, "Come on, let's wash up so we can get out and not fuck."

I chuckled. "I know, I know."

"I need to remind myself a lot too," she said.

That made me pause and really look at her, but she was busy lathering up the soap in her hands.

"Some girl is going to be very lucky to have you one day," she said.

"How about I make you lucky?" I said with a smirk.

"Ah, don't I wish."

To my surprise, she put her hands on my chest and began to massage the soap into my skin. "I'll make you a deal," she said. "I'll wash you if you wash me."

I couldn't believe it. I think this time she was the one blushing. She was definitely avoiding eye contact as she focused on lathering my chest and shoulders and neck, but the idea that I'd get to touch her all over with soapy hands sent a fresh surge of blood to my cock.

"Deal," I said quickly.

"Good. But just for the record, even though we're touching each other, it's clinical."

"Clinical?"

"Yes, not sexual. 'Look, but don't touch' still applies. I'm only touching you to clean you, not to arouse you. The same goes for you, okay? Keep it clinical."

I laughed. "Sure, okay."

She gave me a dubious smile. Then she reached around behind me, rubbing the soap into my back, massaging for a moment with a smile. Then her arms slipped under my arms.

"Arms up," she said.

I raised them, and she massaged the soap into my armpits and down my rib cage. Afterward, she scooped some water in her hands and rinsed the soap away.

"Top done. Stand up."

I stood up, water running down my body, cascading off my cock. It was level with her face, and it throbbed to be there. She looked at it for a long time, staring at my thick shaft and swollen cockhead. It was really the first time I felt like I had control of the situation. My cock gave me a little bit of power over her, like it mesmerized her. I loved the way she admired it.

"You like it?" I asked, half taunting. I wanted her to like it, to crave it, because, god, how I wanted to fuck her, and knowing she wanted my cock was the first step.

"It's really magnificent," she said, still dazed, but the question was enough to get her moving. She lathered the soap, put her hands on my exposed knees, and started rubbing upward.

"Tell me again why we can't fuck," I said to her.

She chuckled, looking up at me. "We can't fuck because you're my little brother."

"That's right, I forgot. Remind me, what's the worst thing that could happen if we fuck?"

She seemed almost annoyed now as she massaged up my thighs, but I was getting excited as she came closer.

"Oh, you know, personal humiliation, social shame, self-loathing, regret, awkwardness, interpersonal-relationship destruction, pregnancy, inbred children."

"Hmm, yeah," I mumbled. "It might be worth the risk."

"Hush, you," she said. "You're just horny, and you want to cum."

"Aren't you horny?" I asked.

"Horny, and I also want to cum, very badly."

"Not more badly than me."

I flexed my cock, and she smirked up at me. "Oh, stop your tricks. My pussy is throbbing just as much as this monster."

"I'd love to feel it throbbing around my cock," I said, my heart skipping a beat at the suggestion.

"I bet you would," she said. "Too bad that you'll never get to fuck me."

"Too bad," I said.

Her hands were on my butt. She massaged the soap into my cheeks and gave me a playful swat. "Such a naughty boy."

"I lacked good role models."

"Hey, I was your role model," she said, looking up at me.

"Exactly."

She frowned and bit her lip. "Fair point." She clicked her tongue. "If I wash this beast, is he going to cum all over me?"

I took in a big breath of air and held it. My cock flexed again. I was waiting for this part most of all. "No," I lied. I was so wound up, and I needed to cum so badly. I was really worried I'd gush the moment she touched my cock. But would she really touch it? She gathered more soap and rubbed her hands together.

"You know," I said, "in ancient times, before soap, women used their mouths to clean a man's cock."

She chuckled. "How ancient? Like Adam-and-Eve ancient?"

"Sure. And I bet Adam and Eve's sons and daughters were into incest too, had to be."

"If only I was still the good Christian girl I used to be, I could follow those ancient examples; thou shalt clean thy man's cock with thy mouth, and incest be-ith okay."

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled. "We could try it and see if it's true for women too. Cleaning a woman's pussy with your tongue is much better than soap."

She raised one eyebrow as she looked up at me. "Andrew, shame on you. You're not making this easy. I'm sure in a few months from now---probably a week at the pace we're going---we'll look back at this moment and laugh, because I think it's only a matter of time before I'll have my lips wrapped around this big cock. By then, I will have long since given in to temptation, but at least I can let my future self boast that I tried to resist, unlike you, sir."

The admission shocked me. I was so wrapped up in the moment I hadn't thought of tomorrow, let alone next month, but perhaps she was right, and the prospect of doing more with her excited me. "As long as we don't have sex, we can do anything else we want, right?"

"Exactly," she said with a smirk. "Now, unless you plan on ramming this big cock down my throat and forcing me to suck it---"

"Of course not," I said right away.

"Then stay still."

She moved her hands up my thighs. Her soft, soapy touch quickly reached my pubic mound. She massaged the soap into my trimmed pubic hair, and I widened my stance. My mouth parted as I watched her. Soon, her hands were running down the crevice of my thighs and between my legs. Her hand slipped up under my balls, and she cupped them, rolling them between her fingers. I let out a little sigh of pleasure.

"Sit," she told me. "Up here."

I sat on the rim of the spa tub, and she came between my open legs, up on her knees, her breasts glistening with water. Her head hovered above my cock, looking down on it. She scooped up some water with her left hand and drizzled it over my shaft, the heat making it flex and dance for her. And then her soapy right hand came back, fondling my balls once more, but only for a moment. Her fingers curled around the base of my cock.

My mouth was hanging open as I sucked in air and watched her. Without gripping my cock, she ran her soapy hand up the long shaft, gliding. Another handful of water sent tingles through my cock and balls and body. It was clean now, and her mouth was so close to it. But she wasn't going to suck it. God, how I wanted in her mouth. I screamed in my mind, 'Please, please, please, put it in your mouth.' I didn't want to masturbate with her in bed. I wanted to fuck her right here and now, but even if I couldn't do that, I at least wanted in her mouth.

"Suck it," I said softly. "Please."

She smirked at me and dipped her hand in the water again to rinse the soap from my shaft. Her other hand encircled the base of my cock with her grip, holding it steady as she rinsed it.

"I just want to clean your big cock, little bro. I didn't mean to make it feel so good. It's clinical, remember?"

"Come on, sis. It's never been this clean. You're playing with it. Suck it."

"You can cum when we get out."

"No, now. Then I'll help you cum. I'll eat your pussy. Wouldn't you like that?"

She bit her lip. "I'd love it."

"Really?" I said. "So, trade?"

She took in a deep breath and then exhaled it after a moment. I felt the rush of warm air on my delicate shaft. Her hand let go of my cock.

"I, we shouldn't, I mean, we can't. God, I'm a shit sister, aren't I? I can't believe I brought you in here, and I'm doing exactly the same thing I did last night, playing with your cock. I'm awful."

"No, you're amazing, are you kidding?"

"I'm so horny," she whimpered, looking at my cock, "I really just want to climb on you and have that big cock inside of me. Damn it, I can't say that."

"Me too!" I said, amazed that she admitted it.

"But you're my baby brother. We can't have sex, ever. And, yeah, maybe I could live with myself if I sucked your cock, but not on day two. It's not right. I feel so awful. Shame on me. Please, Andrew, help me. Stop me. Don't let me fuck this up."

She looked brokenhearted, like she'd failed at life. I immediately felt bad for asking her to suck my cock. I slipped down from the rim of the tub and went under, sitting on the tub floor and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. Our nude bodies pressed up against each other, slick with soap and water. She held me tight.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed."

"I want to give in to you so badly," she said. "I wish you'd just..." She mumbled something I could barely hear. "... take it."

"What?"

She didn't answer, and I couldn't see her face over my shoulder.

I took a breath. "Clinical, right?" I moved her shoulders back so I could see her face. "It's my turn."

"Huh?"

"To bathe you," I said, grasping the soap and pumping a glob into my hands. I started to rub them together.

"It's okay," she said. "We can get out."

"Not until you're clean," I said.

"I just want to sleep."

"Wouldn't you like a little soapy massage first? You touched me. Let me touch you a little."

She bit her lip. "Are you sure? Just a little, okay?"

"Just a little," I said, standing, bringing my hard cock to her face for a moment. I reached out, and she took my hand. She nearly slipped as I lifted her up. I turned her around and moved her toward the wall. She braced herself against it as my soapy hands caressed her shoulders and then moved down her spine. "Relax."

She submitted with a sigh. "Yes, sir."

I kept up the work on her back, moving up and down her spine and back to her shoulders, the slick soap helping me glide across her skin. She kept one hand on the wall, and the other pulled her loose hair out of the way. She re-wrapped it and clipped the strands around the bun.

My hands slipped down farther, spreading the soap. My hands caressed the hump of her butt cheeks, and I gripped her bottom, giving it a squeeze and a rub to lather her up. Her back arched, her ass sticking out, and the temptation to find her pussy in the dark crevice between her legs was strong, but I knew if I went down that path, this would fall apart. Instead, I slipped my hand along her bottom and let my fingers just dip into her crack before pulling back. She looked over her shoulder, monitoring me, while also welcoming me. Was she testing me?

I knelt and took some more soap, my eyes looking at the dark crevice, seeing her pussy lips again, wishing for more light in this dim room. And then my sister took one step apart, giving me ample room to clean. I began working her thighs with the soap, my eyes distracted by that beautiful little slit, those flappy lips hanging between her legs. They had a power over me, the power to cause my cock to ache and my mind to fog. I massaged her legs up and down, spreading the soap, probably longer than I needed, all so I could watch that pussy, study it.

"Are my legs so filthy?" Debbie said.

I stood up, tearing my eyes away from her pussy. "I imagine a dancer's legs are the dirtiest part of her body."

She smirked at me. "What else is dirty?"

"Let's see..." I came closer, and my cock bumped into her lower back. My hands slipped under her arms, and I massaged the soap into her smooth armpits. Then I moved toward her breasts. I wondered if she would stop me, but she did not move, and this juvenile desire I'd always had to cup a woman's breasts was fulfilled as my fingers clasped onto her flesh. "Probably these."

She turned her head and bit her lip. "Filthy," she whispered. "Don't stop. I mean, don't stop cleaning me."

My hands didn't stop. I massaged the soap into her soft, plump breast flesh, my thumb and forefinger finding her nipples. I gently pinched and rolled them, and her breathing became heavier.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Yes, but I thought you were going to wash my pussy."

"Oh. Should I? Is it dirty too?"

"It's disgusting. Please, I really want your hands on my pussy."

I couldn't believe the invitation, but I wanted to take it before she changed her mind. My left hand remained, holding one of her breasts, and my right slipped down her torso, coming past her belly. The soap ran out as my fingers reached her bare pubic mound. She was so smooth.

"Please, touch it," she said softly, her legs moving another step apart as she leaned back into me, pushing out her pelvis. My hand was on her pubic mound, my fingertips right above her pussy. I reminded her of my cock by grinding against her back.

"Are you sure?" I said, half to tease her, half to remind her how she had stopped playing with my cock when I asked her to suck it. "Maybe I should stop?"

"No, please don't," she said. "Please, I can't take any more. My pussy is aching. I need to cum so badly. If you make me cum, I'll... I'll suck your cock. I'll suck it."

I was victorious! Almost. For all her denial, my sister wanted this just as badly as me. I was going to win in the end. I knew it then. It was a matter of time. Tonight though, tonight I would just get to play with that perfect pussy of hers. By tomorrow, I'd be feasting on it. I could not help but boast a little.

"I'll make you cum tonight, sis, and then you're going to swallow every inch of my cock, but tomorrow, I'm going to eat your pussy."

"No. No, not that. You can't do that, ever. I can't let you eat my pussy."

I held a chuckle in my throat. "We'll see. Now, open your legs wider for me."

"Oh, god, how do I stop this?" she said, but she obeyed, taking another step to widen her stance, keeping her hands on the wall to balance herself. My hand slipped farther down between her legs, and I cupped her pussy. It was the first time I'd ever touched one, and it was so very exciting to feel what I'd seen so many times before online. It was so wet and warm, but so fleshy and spongy. Her pussy lips slipped between my fingers like silk sheets. I started to massage around her lips, encircling her hole.

"My clit, please," she said. "Please rub it." And then she added, in case I didn't know, "It's here."

She reached down with one hand, putting her hand on top of mine, moving my two fingertips to her swollen little nub. It was a little patronizing, but she wasn't completely wrong. I began to massage her clit in a circle. Her head rolled back, right onto my shoulder. She turned, and her mouth hung open to breathe. I turned, and we had an awkward kiss. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues met.

"Tell me again you want to fuck me," she said.

"Why?"

"Rub my pussy and tell me."

"I could fuck you right now, you know? I could slip my cock right between your legs," I said, glancing down her back, seeing my cock pinned there to the side of the small of her back. "You're so soaked, I bet your little cunt would just swallow me up."

"Mmm, you could," she said. "Shame on you for thinking about raping your sister in the shower."

"I wouldn't do that..." My fingers slowed for a second on her clit while I contemplated what she said.

"No, you wouldn't want your first time like that, just forcing your big, hard cock inside of me without permission, ramming it in over and over... and over again while I begged you to stop."

"Of course not," I said softly.

"No matter how good it would feel," she said.

I kept at her pussy, massaging her clit, my hand holding her breast firmly. She kept one hand on the wall, but her other hand slipped down, and to my surprise, she grasped hold of my cock.

"I can't believe such a nice virgin cock hasn't been inside dozens of women already."

I chuckled in her ear. "I think you want it inside you. You want my virginity."

"Mmm, no way, gross. I don't want this big, yucky thing in me."

I thrust into her hand as I ground my fingers into her clit. I pinched her pussy lips together and then resumed my rubbing.

"Oh, god," she whimpered.

"Imagine how nice it would feel," I whispered, "pushing my cock into your little pussy, thrusting it into you. Do you think you could take it all?"

"Fuck, no way," she said. "You'd fill me up and make me scream with so much dick. I'd beg you to be gentle with me."

"What if I wasn't gentle?"

"Oooh, is that the type of lover you are? Rough and dominant? Do you take what you want?"

"Maybe."

"Mmm, how can a virgin boy who has never fucked know what type of lover he is, though?"

"You could help me discover the type of lover I am," I said.

"Oh god," she moaned, either from my fingers working her clit over or else or from the thought of breaking me in. "I don't know how I'm going to stop you from fucking me."

I chuckled. "You don't have to stop me."

"I do so. One of us has to be the adult," she said.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to be my first?"

"Yes," she said. "God, I want to be your first so badly. I'm so jealous. Please don't fuck Krystal. It'll break me. Anyone else but her, okay?"

"If you don't let me fuck you, maybe I will have to fuck her," I said.

"No," she whimpered.

"I'll let you watch."

"God, no."

"You can suck my cock off after I'm done with her, clean her pussy juice off it, and then maybe I'll let you have a turn."

"You little jerk," she moaned. "Fuck, oh god!"

My fingers were rubbing so fast across her clit, she could barely stand. I was half holding her up, one hand on her pussy, the other on her tummy to keep her balanced. She was gripping my cock tight in her hand, but she was too delirious to focus on it.

"Oh, Andrew. Oh, I'm going to---! God! Slap my pussy!"

The order threw me for a curve, but then I realized she was cumming. I quickly took my fingers from her clit, lifted my hand, and brought it back down to slap her pussy. Her whole body jerked, and for a moment, I thought I'd hurt her, but she screamed and gushed all over my hand. I was frozen, taken by surprise for a moment, but she screamed, "Don't stop!"

So, I rubbed her clit again, and even though she did not ask for it, I gave her pussy another slap, harder, and once again she jerked and screamed and squirted out more juices. The sound of her dripping into the spa was almost as loud as her screams, or maybe I was just imaging it.

"Oh, holy fuck!" she said. "Oh my god, yes!"

I was still working her clit hard, but she suddenly stopped me, taking my hand.

"Wow, okay, okay, wait, slow now."

I slowed my hand and then held her pussy. She was up against the wall on her elbows and forehead as she panted. I continued my gentle massage of her pussy for a moment, and then she turned around. Her pussy slipped from my hand.

"Sit," she said, "like before."

I backed up and sat on the rim. My cock gave a throb at the change in position, missing the feel of her skin. She lowered herself down into the water, putting her hands on my knees and opening my legs. She slipped between them, and her hand came to my cock, her wet fingers coiling around the base of my shaft.

"I am an awful sister, but my big mouth made a stupid promise. I said I would suck your cock if you made me cum. Obviously, you did a good job. So, if you want me to, I will suck your cock, but I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. I really fucked up, but you can fix it right now if you ask for a hand job instead. Wouldn't that be enough? You touch me; I touch you. I mean, no big deal, just masturbation, not even sexual, really. All the other stuff, it's just talk, doesn't mean anything. We can, you know, keep this under control, but I really think it's a mistake if I suck your cock."

I felt guilty for a moment, but my lust erased it soon enough, because she was beautiful, she was my sister, and her lips were so big and pouty. My cock begged to be between them. And most of all, I was just getting started. I wanted her, all of her. I'd set myself on this path now, and I was consumed. She was going to be my first. I was going to fuck her. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon, and for the rest of her life.

"Debra, you don't have to..."

"I don't?"

"... you don't have to feel guilty," I continued before giving a grin. "But you are going to suck my cock."

Her eyes flashed in surprise, and she looked almost annoyed, but a tiny smirk played at the corner of her mouth. She gripped my cock hard in her hand and stroked it upward once. My eyes rolled. I nearly came just from having her touch it.

"Are you sure?" she said.

"I'm sure you're going to be sucking my cock."

"You realize it's me, right, your sister, sucking your cock?"

"God, yes."

"The girl who gave you a wedgie on picture day and a wet willy to get you out of bed?"

"Yes. Now give my cock a wet willy."

"Even though we're related?"

"Yes! Shut it and suck it."

"Make me suck it," she said, her little smirk growing. She released my cock. "You said I shouldn't feel guilty. Fine, I won't feel guilty if you make me."

"Make you?" I said.

She nodded with a pouty look. "I'm sorry. I can't suck this big, beautiful cock, no matter how much I want to. You're my brother."

"You know, I'm beginning to suspect you like being told to do naughty things." I played along. I reached out and took the back of her head, drawing her closer.

"No, I don't. What are you doing?" she said softly as her lips closed.

"Open your mouth," I told her.

She shook her head, mumbling "nuh-uh" in her throat. With my other hand, I took hold of my cock, angling it toward her approaching mouth.

She looked up at me. "You wouldn't really make your sister suck your cock, would you?"

I brought her face closer until her lips were right in front of my cock. She closed them again just as I pressed my cockhead to her lips.

She feigned gasp. "Andrew! Okay, I'll kiss it, but that's it. One kiss. And then you have to stop."

She licked her lips and parted them slightly, pressing her lips to the tip of my red mushroom cap. The kiss was long, her lips lingering on my cock but not moving. I groaned from deep in my throat. I nearly came. I was so wound up. I couldn't take much of this game.

"Mmmwah, that is a yummy cock," she said. "But no more. You're being a naughty little brother."

"More," I said, pressing the tip of my cock to her chin.

"Nuh-uh," she said. I took my cock and gently batted her lips.

"Open up and swallow."

"Mmm, stop," she said in a sultry voice. "Mmm, stop rubbing your cock on my face."

I pinned my cock between my hand and her face, thrusting upward. "I want in your mouth."

Her hot breath was all over my shaft. "I'll kiss it once more if--"

"No, open up. I want in."

I brought the tip of my cock to her lips and pressed. She opened her lips and bared her clenched teeth. I rubbed the tip across them. My cock scratched against one tooth, making me lose a breath. I pressed harder though, grinding against her lip and slipping up to poke her nose.

"Open."

She shook her head. "I'll bite it off if you put it in, and then you'll have a normal-sized cock."

I grunted a laugh. "Open up and prove it."

She opened her mouth, but not a little, a lot. It was so wide open, and her tongue came out, the entire length of it. A dentist would be proud to get this view. I didn't wait for further invitation. My cockhead came to rest on her long tongue, and I pushed along its length, slipping into the warm, wet hole of her mouth.

Her tongue pulled back, dragging along the underside of my cock, and then her lips and mouth closed around my cockhead. Oh, the heat and wetness sent shivers up my spine. I was going to explode. I couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, yes," I mumbled.

"Mmm," she hummed, and then a new shock hit me as her teeth pinched my shaft. I held my breath, and our eyes met, but then her teeth pulled back, and she began licking and gently sucking.

She didn't speak again as her mouth started to work on me, slipping farther down, farther, and I felt my cockhead penetrate her throat. It didn't seem to bother her, but it rocked my world. She was swallowing my cock whole, and then she withdrew all the way until my cock was out of her mouth.

"Yummy," she said. She looked up at me. "Don't be nice to me. I don't deserve it. Fuck my face."

She slipped her mouth around my cock again and started to suck. I was shocked at her invitation, but I loved it, and I needed to cum. I took the back of her head, gripping the bun of her hair like a handle, and brought her down on my cock again. Her lips and tongue worked on me as I started to thrust in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck, you're good at sucking cock," I said.

"Mmm."

I tightened my grip on her hair and started to hump her face, driving in and out across her lips and tongue. Her right hand kept a grip on the base of my cock, giving it a stroke and a twist when I withdrew, which drove me wild, while her left hand remained on my inner thigh, her long, sharp nails gently digging into my skin, which encouraged me to thrust into her mouth harder, knowing she could slow me if she needed to. All of it was too much for my virgin cock.

"I'm going to cum," I said breathlessly. "I can't last anymore."

"Mmm," she cooed, which I took as her blessing.

She put both of her hands on my thighs, and I put both of mine on the back of her head, intertwined in her loose hair. I brought her down farther, penetrating her throat, slipping in and out of it as I thrust harder. The sound was grotesque, saliva slurping and spilling out of her mouth, down my shaft, drenching my balls. I was heaving breaths and moaning as I pumped in and out, pushing as far as I could, and then I lost it when her nose buried into my pubic mound and her tongue slipped out and licked my balls.

I groaned loudly. My cock flexed and spasmed as her throat constricted. I felt the release somewhere deep down, and my body instinctively thrust up. She was practiced though and quickly grabbed the base of my shaft, her mouth working my cockhead as her hand took over, milking my shaft with long strokes. My cum was still spewing into her mouth, and a moment later, it spilled out, running down her chin, dripping into the spa, but the next second, her lips tightened around my shaft, and she swallowed the rest. She gave one more cough as the last jet of cum spit out of my cock, tickling her throat.

I was shaking from the sensitivity of my orgasm. She was still gently working on my cock with her lips and mouth. I took my hand from the back of her head and said, "Ahh, sis, okay."

She slowed her sucking, and my cock slipped out of her mouth.

"Mmm." She smiled up at me and then opened her mouth. I saw a pool of white cum there. She reached for the cum on her chin and scooped it into her mouth with her fingers, sucking the digits and swallowing. "Yummy."

"Fuck," I said in disbelief.

She took a deep breath and sat back in the water, sinking down to where her breasts were submerged. "Well, fuck. Only day two, and I managed to cross a line I promised myself I wouldn't cross."

"My fault," I said. "I forced you to suck it."

She gave me a smile. "Thanks. I'm really am sorry that I'm such a shit sister."

I slipped down into the spa, the warmth of the water sending a wave of pleasure across my sensitive cock. I came close and wrapped her in my arms. "You're the best sister in the world."

She hugged me and put her head on my shoulder. "I'll do better tomorrow. I promise."

"I will not hold you to that promise."

She grumbled. "Sleep?"

"Definitely."

Debra drained the water, and I watched her climb out of the spa and towel off. She did indeed have an amazing body, and just watching her move was exciting. I came out after her, and she shared her towel with me as she went away nude, bending over to look for clothes in the drawer. I had another amazing view of her pussy and ass. I had to fuck her somehow. I didn't care if she was my sister anymore. It was my life's mission to fuck this woman.

She pulled out a sheer black teddy and slipped it on. I could see her red areolas through the material. And then she stepped into the matching panties, pulling them up. They were sheer lace, and I could see her pubic mound, though her pussy was hidden. Her ass, however, was there to see, with nothing but a thong.

"I love your nightgowns," I said, holding the towel around my waist. "But you could sleep naked. I've seen it all now."

"No way," she said. "I don't want to tempt you more than I already have. Knowing you, you'll be horny again in a few hours. Sex is like Chinese food for an 18-year-old boy. You're hungry again after a few hours."

I chuckled. "And you think wearing a sexy nightgown is going to keep me away?"

"Better than nothing. And you are wearing underwear."

"But you've seen me naked too."

"I don't care. It's bedtime, mister. You're wearing underwear from now on, and we're rebuilding a loving, respectful sibling relationship starting right now."

"Yes, ma'am, but even if I wear underwear, I'll still be more covered than you."

I went to my bag and pulled out a new pair. I slipped them on, tight around my crotch, my softening cock curling up, tired from his bath. When I turned back, Debra had gone to the bathroom. I was alone for a moment. I took a sigh, glancing at the draining water. It was gone now, but the memory was fresh.

The lights turned out as Deb came back, the neon lights from outside giving us a nightlight. She jumped into bed and was under the sheet in an instant. I followed her lead, climbing in beside her, both of us on our backs as we settled in.

"Sis, about what happened," I said. "I hope you're not upset."

"I don't wanna talk about it," she said. "I was naughty, you were naughty, but that doesn't mean we keep being naughty. We're siblings. We played around a little, but now we never talk about it, like it didn't happen, okay? I'm not your girlfriend."

I didn't like that last part. "I know you're not."

"Good. Just because I got drunk, came home, and did some naughty things doesn't mean you can fuck me in my sleep or grab my tits or pussy or something either, okay?"

"I know."

"Okay," she said. "Because next time, I will bite your cock off."

I chuckled. "I believe you."

She smirked at me. "It was nice though, but it's over now."

"It doesn't have to be. It could be just getting started."

She sighed and turned her head to look at me. "Andrew, you kind of reminded me, I used to be a good Christian girl. I remember Mom taking us to church, reading the Bible, and I'm pretty sure incest is a capital sin, like one of those 'burn in hell' sins."

"Yeah, but so is all sex before marriage and having idols and shit."

"Okay, whatever, but I mean, basic religion says stuff like: if it's a crime in court, it's a crime in heaven."

I rolled my eyes. "You're suddenly rediscovering religion?"

"I'm not, but I believe in something, and I'm sure whatever that something is would probably send me straight to hell for committing incest."

"But kissing is okay? Blowjobs? Eating pussy?"

"No, of course not. I have sinned, it's true, and maybe I should repent, but I feel like there are some things you can't repent for. And incest is one."

"But stripping is okay?"

She glared at me. "It's a job. Maybe it's not god-approved, but it's not like I'm a prostitute. I'm using what he gave me to provide for myself. The point is, there are limits, lines you don't cross, and incest is one of them."

"I guess," I mumbled.

"Andrew, just forget about it, okay? It was all a dream, never happened, back to sleep. Goodnight, okay?"

I took a breath. "Sure. Goodnight."

She settled in, turning her back to me. I lay still, staring up at the ceiling.

"Sis?"

"Mmm?" she mumbled.

"I love you, you know?"

She turned around in bed, stretched across the space between us, and kissed me hard on the cheek. I turned and tried to kiss her, aiming only for her cheek, but our lips connected. She didn't pull away. We kissed for a moment, and then she broke it.

"You're sweet. I love you too. I just hope I can live with myself tomorrow."

"Sis..."

"'Night."

Chapter 5

Stunning Sister

When I awoke the next morning, I was disappointed to find the bed empty. I swear I had no idea how that woman moved so silently. Perhaps she was an angel after all, winged yet fallen into debauchery. I searched the apartment, hoping for a note. On a grocery list pad next to the stovetop, where a warm, covered pan waited, I found a drawn heart and a few words with an unexpected tone.

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Breakfast for you, my brother.

I won't be home before work.

Modeling gig all morning, then club

Come to work with Krystal. She'll stop by.

It's okay if you have sex with her.

Forget about us. I can't keep going at this pace.

100% my fault. I'm sorry.

Love, Deb

-----

And here I thought my sister hated the idea of me with Krystal, but now she was fine with it? I was not sure what was going on in her head, except for her obvious guilt, and her guilt filled me with guilt.

I rolled my eyes and grumbled to no one. I lifted the pan lid. Bacon and eggs. After plating my breakfast, I tossed the note in the trash and paused. There were a few other crumbled-up notes in there. I resisted the urge to grab them... for about 1 second. Then I quickly grabbed the nearest note, moving aside a few eggshells.

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Good morning! I made breakfast for you, my sexy man

-----

That's all it said, nothing else. I took up the next.

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Breakfast for my beautiful bro

love you, but last night was way past the line for me

All my fault but

-----

Nothing more. The last:

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Good morning, sweet brother

I hope we can fix things, go back to normal

I made you breakfast to say sorry

Krystal really wants to have sex with you

I think you need it, and it will clear your head

-----

It ended there. I was puzzled and annoyed. Did my sister think I just wanted to get laid? And now she was sending Krystal over to fuck me, like a hustler collecting rent? Deb had really annoyed me, but she did make some fine bacon and eggs.

By late morning, I decided to work off my stress with some stretching, pushups, and sit-ups. I wished that I had weights to lift, but all my sister had were 3lb dumbbells for aerobics, not that she needed them dancing every night. I did find a yoga mat though, which I put to use.

Around 1:00pm, right in the middle of a set of pushups, me in my basketball shorts, chest bare, the door opened. I thought for sure it was Debra coming home for lunch, but it was Krystal.

"Morning!" Krystal said as she closed the door.

I sat up on my knees on the pink yoga mat. I took a few breaths as I looked up at her.

"Afternoon."

I was annoyed at her familiarity as she walked into my sister's apartment without so much as a knock, but I had to admit, she was a sexy woman. She stood in front of me, her long, bare legs an impossibly high tower, her thighs bursting out of tight jean shorts cut so low that I could see her panties, firm tits flexing against a small tanktop that didn't make it past her belly button, her tattoos flowing out from underneath it in all directions across her chest and arms. I got a good look at her leg tattoos as well: a butterfly on one ankle, a permanent jewelry anklet on the other, red lips on her calf, a name on her thigh, and a zipper tattoo that seemed to open her flesh on her inner thigh.

"Oooh, a sweaty, sexy guy at my feet," Krystal taunted.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting company."

"Mmm, don't apologize," she said. "I hope I'm not intruding. I guess I should start knocking now that you're living here, huh?"

I shrugged. "That would be nice."

"Hmm. Then again, I am technically still on the lease."

I sighed. "Then, by all means..."

"Uh oh. Do I detect annoyance? Oh, you're brooding. Yes, now I see it."

"Why would I be brooding?"

"Because of last night." She took a seat on the little sofa and padded the cushion beside her. "You're upset."

I climbed off the floor, sitting beside her, leaning forward to avoid getting my sweat on the back cushion. "What are you talking about?"

She crossed her legs, put her hands on her knees, and turned her long neck to look at me, her short black hair falling in her light blue eyes.

"The whole bath thing. Debbie took it too far, you wanted more, she stopped it, probably left one of her famous little notes, and now you're brooding."

I immediately felt uncomfortable; my privacy was invaded. "I... she told you?"

"Of course. She woke me up hours ago with a phone call and asked me to check up on you."

I decided to fire back. "You mean she told you to come over here and fuck me to calm me down?"

She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "She strongly suggested you might need to release some tension, yes."

I looked away. "I'm not looking for pity pussy."

She laughed. "And I'm not asking for charity cock."

"Then what are you here for?" I asked.

"Andrew, relax. I didn't come over here to fuck you. I don't care what Debbie said, and besides, I don't think sex is what you need. I think you need someone to talk to who isn't trying to get into your pants. So would you like to talk to me, or do you want me to leave so you can tie that 3lb dumbbell to your dick and do your lifts, machoman?"

I cracked a small smile. "Sorry. I just---"

"Forget it. I know what she's putting you through."

"She really told you everything?" I asked, feeling small.

"Sweetie, the detail that girl gives, I was in the room last night."

I rubbed my face. I was so embarrassed that Krystal had a direct line to Debbie's brain.

"It's okay," she said gently. "I know you and her have this thing. You both want it, but it's not right, so she's trying to stop it. Don't worry, her secrets are safe with me, just like mine are safe with her. She knows all about my fucked-up childhood. The point is, we all have secrets, and we all need friends to keep our secrets."

"But it's my secrets you're keeping," I said in embarrassment.

Krystal put her hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed my back. "I know. At first, I thought you and I could fuck for fun, but after she told me you're a virgin---" I cringed as she said it. "---I told her I wouldn't feel comfortable. So, I'm sorry for how strongly I came on to you. I didn't know you. Honestly, I did it to tease her, and I thought if we fucked, it would really annoy her; it'd be funny."

"Funny? Like you're laughing at me?"

"No, no, like in a rivalry sort of way. We're friends, we compete, we brag to each other. She dated that guy; I dated this one. It's stupid to explain. I'm just saying, she's more than my best friend, she's my sister, so that makes you and I more. I care about you, because I know how important you are to her. I really want us to be friends, Andrew."

I couldn't help but smirk. "Friends? It sounds like you're a stepsister."

"Sure. Not my first-time roleplaying that."

I chuckled and shook my head. "I'm just... embarrassed."

"No reason to be. It makes you a little more enticing, actually."

"Jee, thanks. Look, don't get me wrong. I'm glad Debbie has you, really, I just wish she kept some things private."

"We've been through a lot of shit together. Neither of us had parents to rely on. Me, never, and her, well, no offense, but your father's an asshole."

"I know. But she didn't just leave him, she left me too. I was up so many nights, wondering if she was all right."

"Funny, it was you that kept her up at night. I remember when she said how awful she felt leaving you behind, like she was abandoning you. It really haunted her. A few years ago, she told me you and him got into a pretty serious fight."

"Yeah, he broke my nose and gave me a concussion, I think."

"She wanted to kidnap you, or rescue you, but you were 14 or 15, whatever it was, and I told her she'd find herself in jail once your dad caught up with you."

I swallowed. "Yeah. Dad sent me off to military academy after that fight. We'd both had enough of each other. I hated it at first, but it was a vacation not having to deal with him. I really struggled to make friends, you know? My father and I barely spoke. I had no one, only Debra, and all I could do was text. I wish we could have been together, even visited back then."

"You were busy growing up. She was busy living."

"I guess so."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all she had was text messages too. She's trying to catch up, but I think her heart is already yours. Now, she wants what she can't have."

"Maybe, but she set the pace, not me, from the moment I got off the plane. I'm trying to catch up too, and she's avoiding me."

"She knows what she did. Believe me. She is racking herself with guilt over how she's behaved."

"Well then, she needs to stop playing games with me."

Krystal rolled her eyes. "Don't put it on her. You could have shut her down long before now. You're not innocent. And I'm not talking just about the last couple of days. I've seen all the flirty messages you've sent her over the last few years, comments like, 'any sexy poolside photos today?' You encouraged this behavior before you got here."

I blushed. "I, no, I didn't..."

"Come on. Every picture that she sent you, the response you gave, you sounded like a thirsty dog."

"Well, god, I was a teenage boy in military school going through puberty, and my brain was full of girls, and then I have this beautiful woman sending me sexy snapshots every day. Here she is in a bikini, or a minidress in some nightclub, or posing at some exotic place in Vegas; of course I'm gonna compliment her. I mean, if anyone's to blame, it's her."

"Oh no. I read all the texts. So many times, you sent things like, 'I wish I wasn't your brother because you're so beautiful,' or 'your boyfriend's so lucky,' or 'I think I'm in love,' or 'I wish I had a girl like you.' You got in her head, you know? It annoyed me back then. I cannot tell you how many times I was out with her and she said, 'oh, let's take a pic for Andrew. Do you think Andrew will like this dress? Wouldn't it be funny if I sent a picture only in panties to Andrew? Andrew Andrew Andrew.' So don't play that innocent card with me."

I was humiliated. I said nothing. I just stared into space.

"All that stuff, she built you up in her head and fell for you long before you got here, so you can blame her for coming on strong, but you've been coming on strong too. This dysfunctional relationship started years ago."

I swallowed. "Fine. I was wrong, but she never stopped me or told me to stop."

"Of course not. She loved the attention. Don't you know the way to a woman's heart is through the three C's? Compliments, Cock, and Cooking. God help that girl if you ever make her dinner."

I looked at her, not amused at her levity. "It's not right that you were reading all my texts."

"Oh, really?" she said. "She has every right to confide in me. Hell, I'm more of a sister to her than you are a brother."

"Excuse me?" I said, getting angry.

"It's true. You may share genes, but she doesn't think of you as a brother anymore. Me and her, no genetics, but I'm her sister."

I glared. "She's still my sister! It doesn't matter how I feel."

"Maybe, but she doesn't want to be your sister. She doesn't want that responsibility anymore."

I looked at Krystal. "If you know her so well, help me out. Tell me how to win her."

"You want my advice?"

"Yes."

"You're not her type."

"Excuse me?" I said in surprise.

"Debbie doesn't like nice guys. Every time she meets one, it falls apart. Maybe you're an exception because she already loves you, but if you met her on the street, you might get her in bed because you're cute, but she'd dump you in a week."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying if you want her, you have to take her."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means the next time she opens her legs like she did last night, don't be a nice guy. Be a man and ram your cock into her so hard, she thinks she's the virgin, not you."

I was shocked. "You want me to rape my sister?"

"No," Krystal said. "I want you to dominate her. Debbie is submissive at heart, and she loves when a guy tells her what to do and takes what he wants. If a guy is too indecisive or doesn't make the move, she's not interested. Now, like I said, maybe you're an exception. She's not going to lose interest in you, but she is going to keep you at arm's length."

"What if you're wrong? If I forced her, she would probably throw me out."

She shook her head. "And send you back to your father? She'd die for you first. She's already yours, Andrew; you just have to take her."

"I doubt it, and I'm not willing to bet our relationship on it."

She tilted her head. "A nice guy to the last. Poor Debra."

I imagined it: me dominating and taking Debra, holding her down while I fucked her. The fantasy was a heady cocktail. "Even if I wanted to, I don't know if I'm the type of guy who can do it."

"God, you're so innocent. Tap into that strength I saw when you punched Robert. Be a fucking alpha male. Try this: the next time you're in bed with your sister, command her to do what you want. When she refuses, be firm, grab her, and put her where you want her to be. She will obey. She wants to. Trust me, all she wants is to be submissive to you, and she is fighting every fiber of her being to be a dominant big sister because she thinks she has to take care of you. You have to show her that you can take care of her."

I swallowed, but her lecture made me feel stronger, more confident. I had to admit that it was appealing. I thought back to what Debbie had said about the type of sex she liked. Krystal already knew. And I had to admit, the power fantasy of dominating a woman and having her obey my whims was intoxicating, exciting, and tantalizing in a way I was probably not ready for, not before I'd even had sex for the first time. I wanted it, now that I'd been 'encouraged' by Krystal, and if this really enticed my sister, if I thought she wanted it, maybe she would forgive me if I held her down and fucked her. But was I strong enough?

I exhaled. "She's so frustrating. Why does she like that type of guy?"

Krystal shrugged. "I'm no kink psychologist, but I think it's because she grew up jealous of you and how your mother and father loved you more than her."

"What? That's not true. My dad, yeah, he wanted a son, but---"

"Your mother always put you first, according to her."

"All siblings say that, but it's not true."

"She's older. She remembers it better. The way she tells it, she was a stranger in that family once you came along. She used to hate you, until she fell in love with you. But I think growing up like that, craving love but not getting it, it made her into the type of person who was eager to please. Submission is rewarded with attention, so she learned to love it and to devalue herself in the process."

"Hmm," I said.

"You know, I'm glad you punched Robert, because he treated her like shit, but I think on any other day, if Rabbit-boy had walked in, pushed her around, and fucked her while she had company over, she would have found it a turn-on."

"I don't want to be like that guy."

"You can be better because she wants to submit to you. If you tell her how you want her to behave, tell her to undress, lie naked, open her legs for you, take your cock. She will obey. It's in her nature. She can't help it."

"Even if that's true, I want her to choose me."

"She is choosing you. She just wants to reap all the benefits at none of the cost. And if you fuck her, it gets her off the hook. She can say, 'I did my best to stop him, but he fucked me anyway. Not my fault if I like it; nothing I can do about it.'"

"Did she tell you that?"

"Not in so many words. I think she said something like, 'I wish he'd just fuck me in the middle of the night and get it over with.'"

"You're kidding. She didn't say that."

"Close enough. I even think she wanted me to tell you."

"I thought she sent you over here to fuck me, not convince me to fuck her."

"Actually, I think she sent me over here to test you, to see if you just want pussy or if you really love her, if she has your heart."

I swallowed. "She has it."

"I know. I think she does too, but I bet part of her wanted you to fuck me, because resisting you would be a lot easier with a broken heart."

"Hmm, yeah, I think so too," I mumbled.

"You want her to be your first, huh?"

"Something like that," I said with a blush.

"Then she will be."

"Easy for you to say."

"Yes, it's easy because I know what she needs. Let me give you an example. Did you know your sister hates sleeping alone?" Krystal asked. I shook my head, and she continued. "She does. She gets scared at night. She likes to have someone in her bed, even if it's a guy she loathes, and if pussy is the price, she'll pay it. I've been here less and less this year. Tony was looking for a place, and there was a vacancy upstairs. I had my eye on him for a while, and once he moved in, seducing him was easy. Anyway, one night, I told her I was going up to Tony's. She was feeling down that day. I don't remember why, probably broke up with a guy, and I asked her if she wanted me to stay. She held up her phone and said, 'no, I have Andrew.'"

"Really?"

"Yes. You're all she's talked about for months, inviting you here, convincing you to stay. Then you agreed, and she turned into a different person. She was so hopeful, like she was going on vacation. She couldn't wait. She didn't even need me here anymore."

"Hmm," I mumbled in thought.

"The Rabbit didn't forget you were coming. He came over here to put you in your place and reassert his dominance over Deb, and you knocked his ass down. I don't think you get what that did to her. That was her man. He dominated her, and you dominated him. In that brain of hers, with all that history she has with you, dreaming about you, talking about you, imagining you here, and the first thing you do is knock out her boyfriend... Sweetie, you own that girl, whether you like it or not. That's why I know she'll never love another guy like you. The question is, are you gonna step up and claim her, or just let her slip away?"

Krystal's little story, true or not, charged me up. Maybe she was right. Maybe my sister was mine, and all I had to do was... "I'll claim her."

"Good. She's yours for the taking. Don't fuck it up."

"But what do I do first?"

She laughed. "Oh my god, you're so innocent. Okay, don't worry, I'm going to help you. What we need to do is make her so jealous that she'll be unable to resist you."

I was annoyed and confused. "How do I do that?"

"Tell her that you fucked me."

I laughed. "What? Why? No, I wouldn't, and she knows I wouldn't. She'd never believe me."

"Oh, she will, because she'll be scared it's true."

"Yeah, well, if we tell her that and then we take it back, she might not believe us, and then she'll think we really did do it."

"What's this 'we' stuff? I'm not telling her. You are."

"You just said---"

"I said you should tell her. Just text her right now. She'll freak out and call me, but I won't answer. Later, when I see her at work, she'll ask me. I'll tell her that we didn't, and you're just being petty to make her jealous."

"Oh great, then I look petty."

"You are petty, but the hours from now until I see her, she'll believe it, and she'll go so crazy that she'll want you even more."

"I don't know..."

"Do you want this woman or not?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you better ask yourself what you're prepared to do, because once she gets comfortable ignoring your cute little teenage flirting, she's going to wall off and put you in the friendzone---brozone---whatever."

I looked at her as I leaned forward. "Why are you helping me? What do you care if I fuck my sister?"

She laughed. "What, you think I'm trying to help you get laid? Deb falls in love fast and falls out of love even faster. You're the only guy she will never fall out of love with."

"And you don't think it's weird that we're siblings?"

"Who cares? I grew up with daddy dick in me."

"Oh! Wow. Well, Debbie cares."

"That's why you've got to work that much harder. Now, are you gonna text her or what?"

I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone. I thought about what to say for a full minute before Krystal took my phone from me. She typed, "Sis, thank you! Krystal came over, and we had a long talk. I wasn't going to do it, but we ended up having sex. She told me you thought it was for the best to clear my head. I feel great! Thanks for being okay with this. Maybe now that I've grown up a little, I can show you a thing or two ;) "

"What?" I said loudly as she hit send. "Show you a thing or two? That doesn't sound like me."

"Doesn't matter, it's fine," Krystal said, handing the phone back. "Now, don't type anymore if she replies."

"She hasn't even read it yet," I said.

"She'll read it in her notifications," Krystal said. "That girl gave you your own message tone. She hangs on to every word you send."

"Really?"

Krystal's phone suddenly rang. How it fit into her impossibly tight little shorts, I had no idea, but out it came. She showed me the screen: 'Bestie Debsie' was calling.

"I told you she read it."

"What are you going to say to her?"

"I'm not answering." Krystal stood up. "She'll have to wait to see me later to find out. Remember, don't talk to her if she sends you a message, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, I gotta go back to my apartment and find a vibrator to do the job you couldn't manage."

I chuckled. "All right. Thanks for the help, Krystal."

She winked at me. "Maybe in a few months, after Debbie's made you a man, we can fuck. We'll see."

"Right," I said.

"I'll grab you at 4:30 for work. Be ready to go, or I'll leave you behind."

"Can I ask you a question before you go? If I wanted to, would you really have fucked me, fucked some guy you don't know just because my sister asked you to?"

"You're not some guy, Andrew. You're like a stepbrother. I love her to death, so, yes, I'd probably fuck any guy she asked me to. It's not as if I haven't fucked men I didn't want to before. And I'd actually enjoy fucking you, so you're an easy yes."

"Wow. You really do love my sister."

She smiled to herself. "Debbie saved my life. And I don't mean it ironically. I'll spare you the sob story, but I'm four years sober. Do you see these tattoos on my arms? They hide a lot of scars I'd rather not remember, but I know I'd be in the ground if not for her. I owe her my life. The least I can do is lend her my pussy."

"Oh. I'd be jealous if I was Tony. I didn't like hearing that he slept with my sister."

She shrugged. "For some people, sex is a game, and I like to play. I guess you don't like multiplayer. That's okay, but people change. So, we'll see."

Chapter 6

Savage Sister

After Krystal left, I tried to continue my workout, but my mind was on my sister. She did not reply to my message, though it did now show "read." I hope this worked. Otherwise, I'd just broken my sister's heart for nothing. Or maybe I hadn't. Maybe she really wanted me and Krystal to happen, and she wasn't jealous at all.

Soon thereafter, I was on the bus with Krystal, heading to the club. Men eyed her, and she seemed to love the attention, winking at a stranger here or there, flirting with a random man who called out, "Hey, sexy!"

"Hey, handsome," she replied.

When we arrived, I looked for Debra at the club, but I didn't see her, and soon enough, I was welcomed back by Tony, who gave Krystal a kiss hello, and then he started explaining the job. Tony often went in earlier than the other staff, as he was head of security and worked 10 hours a day. He was a busy guy. I wondered if that was why Krystal messed around so much. And I wondered if Tony was messing around with any other girls at the club. Maybe they were both fine with it. I didn't know how someone could have casual sex, but then, what did I know, a young virgin, as Krystal had said.

"You're official now," Tony said. "Here's the punch clock. I got you all set up. This one here has your name. I'm going to have you shadow me for the first hour, and then I'll put you on door duty. You were pretty good at spotting those fake ID's."

"All right..." I was disappointed. I wanted to see Debra dancing again, but as the first hour ticked by, she never appeared. Someone else did though. Krystal was soon speedwalking toward us, her tits jiggling inside her little bikini.

"She knows!" Krystal said immediately.

"Already!?" I said.

"What? Who knows what?" Tony said.

"Not you, hush," she told him. She looked at me. "Deb cornered me and asked me if we fucked. She was furious. I had to tell her the truth. She's really pissed at you now. I think I misjudged how big of a deal this was going to be."

"Oh, no," I said. "But she knows it's not true?"

"Wait, you two didn't fuck?" Tony said. He looked at me. "You passed up this piece of ass? Are you crazy?"

"He's not crazy. He's in love with his sister," Krystal hissed at him.

"All right," Tony said, shrugging.

"Anyway," Krystal said, "I tried to cool her down. I told her you're a dumb kid, you know, bullshitting her, and we were just joking around to make her jealous, you know, both of us."

I swallowed. I was glad Krystal didn't put all the blame on me. She and Debbie truly did have no secrets. "So, what do I do now? I gotta talk to her. Where is she?"

"In the back," she said. "But I think you'd better give her some time."

"Time? How long?"

"Try a full shift," Tony said. "You, young man, are on the clock, so stay out of there."

I closed my mouth just as I was about to ask to go back. "All right."

"Good. Let's go. Krystal, stop playing matchmaker."

"But I'm so good at it!" she called after us.

Tony put his arm around me. "Door duty for you. A little fresh air will clear out those cobwebs between your ears."

I grumbled. "All right."

"And let me give you some free advice. Ladies love drama. You play their game by their rules, you will lose every time."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I nodded as if it made perfect sense anyway. A couple of hours outside, keeping my eyes away from all the dancing girls, did help purge my thoughts and give me a chance to focus. The other guy out front, George, was good company. He laughed easily and was happy to wave through a fake ID if the guy or girl played it cool.

Eventually, Tony reappeared, taking me back inside. My eyes immediately searched for Debra on the floor. I spotted her at the bar, just her side profile, obscured by a couple of men. She was smiling and drinking. I was staring. Tony noticed and laughed.

"Kid, you've got a one-track mind. It's almost lunchtime. You can talk to her then."

"Huh? Lunch? It's 11pm."

"And you're going to feast," he said with a laugh. "Come on. There's one more thing I want to show you."

"Okay."

Tony led me through the club. I glanced at the girl on stage. It wasn't my sister, but that didn't stop me from staring at her tits as they jiggled. Soon, we came to a hallway. The sign above the entrance read "VIP: Private Dances." I followed Tony past a bouncer, who gave him a nod. Inside, there were several recessed booths, secluded by a long curtain in front of each one. There was another bouncer here as well.

"Marsh," Tony said, "this is the new guy, Andrew. He's on the door and learning crowd-control."

"Welcome," Marsh said.

"These are the VIP rooms, where our clients pay for private dances, got it?" Tony said.

"Sure."

"Marsh is our VIP specialist. The VIP area is a whole different challenge. Clients can get crazy one-on-one. Back here, you gotta be ready for anything. Needless to say, you're not ready to work this area, but that's for another day."

"Okay," I said, not sure where he was going. "So, uh, what are we doing here?"

Tony grinned at me. "It's your first night on the team, officially, that is. Yesterday was the interview. Tonight, you're one of us. That means the first dance is on me."

"Huh?" I said.

He slapped my back. "It's tradition. The new guy always gets a dance the first night on the team. Marsh, which one is empty?"

"Number 8, boss."

"Perfect. Go on in, kid, and relax. I'll send in Nicole."

"Who?"

"The cute one you were drooling over on stage."

"I, I wasn't drooling. I was just watching."

"Uh huh. She'll be right in."

"Wait, I really don't want a private dance."

Tony put his hand on my shoulder and led me toward booth 8, stopping at the open curtain. Inside was a half-circle booth seat. "Kid, if you don't want the dance, you're not on the team. If you're not on the team, I'm gonna take that STAFF shirt back. So, are you on the team?"

I swallowed. "Uh, well, yeah, it's just..."

"I know you got a thing for Deb. Get a dance from another girl, clear your head."

I rolled my eyes. "My head doesn't need to be cleared."

"Good, because only a fool passes up a free dance. Now get in there, relax, and have a good time."

He nudged me and I didn't argue. I went in and sat down in the booth. He closed the curtain. I waited, sitting there, feeling anxious. I was worried about what Debra would say if she found out I got a lap dance. I hoped Tony wasn't going to send in Krystal. There were a lot of beautiful girls here though, especially that one I'd seen before, Nicole. Well, it was just a dance, no harm in watching. I'd just tell Debra I had no choice. Tony made me. Debra was already angry with me, after all. This wasn't going to change much. I hoped...

A few minutes later, I heard Tony's voice outside. "All paid up," he said, "and he asked for you specifically."

"Okay, I'll take care of him."

I knew the voice immediately. The curtain opened. My eyes traveled over the petite, curvaceous body standing there, her toes mashed up in high heels, her legs long, her skin smooth, a tiny bikini around her waist, with little bowties at the hip, her belly flat with a little ring in her belly button, her white bikini top was just two triangles that covered her nipples, the strings falling at her sides, long arms, white tipped fingernails, feminine shoulders, long flowing chestnut brown, with big brown eyes and unnaturally ruby red lips, so full they almost looked fake, her nose straight, curving upward at the tip, cheeks bursting with red blush, long eyelashes, hoop earrings, and a smile that turned into scowl.

"You asshole," Deb said.

She wasn't talking to me. Tony was grinning as he stood in the doorframe. She glared at him.

"It's tradition," Tony said. "First night on the team. He's gotta have a dance."

"From me?" she said.

"I begged him to pick another girl, but he refused. He said Nicole was hideous in comparison, and it was you or nothing."

I looked at my sister, and she looked at me, our eyes locking.

"You did?" she said.

"I... well..." I really had no idea who Nicole was, but I would have asked for Debbie anyway. I dared to be bold. "You're the most beautiful girl here. Of course, I did."

"Andrew..." Her scowl melted, replaced by mild annoyance. I wasn't off the hook yet. "I don't know. Do you think he can follow the rules?"

Tony looked at me. "The rules, kid, are that she can touch you, but you can't touch her."

I glanced at my hands. "I know."

"And," Tony said, "if you break the rules, I'm going to come back in here and kick your ass, so behave. Now, have some fun. And, Deb, give the boy his money's worth." He closed the curtain and disappeared.

Debbie put her hands on her hips and stared at me. She approached, and I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Well, you asked for me, so you're gonna get me."

I swallowed and gave her a smile. "Great."

"You better watch it though," she warned me as she took another step closer. "These dances, that's how Tony and Krystal first hooked up. And I'm pretty sure that's why Bear's still in love with me. Don't you go falling in love with me too."

I gave a grin. "Too late for that."

She rolled her eyes. "Hardly. I heard you fucked another woman today."

My grin vanished. "I... Well, you told me I could if I wanted."

That was the wrong response. Her eyes blazed.

"So, you did?"

"Wait, no, I didn't."

She took another step closer, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Didn't what? You didn't fuck Krystal?"

"Didn't Krystal tell you already? We---"

"I want to hear it from you!" she snapped, her voice growing hot with every word. "From your mouth, not hers. Did you fuck my best friend?"

"No, of course not," I said, forgetting to breathe.

"You swear?" she said, eyeing me.

"Yes, of course."

"Say it, say you swear to god, on your life, on my life, you two didn't fuck. She didn't suck your cock, you didn't eat her, jerk each other off, even make out with her, nothing?"

"I swear to god, on your life and mine, I didn't have sex with her, no oral sex, no kissing. I never touched her. We just talked. I swear."

"Then you must think it's funny to fuck with my head and nearly destroy my friendship with her?"

"I, I, no. I didn't mean to do all that. I was... I was trying to make you jealous."

Her jaw shifted. She took another step toward me. "How's that working out for you?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't ever lie to me again. I don't lie, and I don't like liars."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Just so you understand, I wouldn't be angry even if you did have sex with her. I mean, okay, I know I said you could, but I was frustrated at the time, and mainly, the lying is what upset me, and trying to play me for jealousy. I wasn't jealous anyway, but don't ever lie to me. That's not right."

"Deb, I'm sorry. I won't lie to you again."

"Good," she said. "And if you want to fuck Krystal---"

"I don't," I said firmly. "I don't even know why you suggested it."

"I was trying to give you what you need." Her arms unfolded, and her posture loosened.

"Let me decide what I need," I said.

"Fine, I will."

I took a deep breath as Deb approached. I could smell alcohol on her. She put her hands on my shoulders and sat on my knee. I smiled brightly and lifted my arms to hug her, but she said, "No touching." I lowered my arms. She gave me a tired smile. "I don't want to fight with you, Andrew."

"I don't want to fight either. I missed you all day, sis."

"I missed you too." She kissed my cheek. "You're sweet."

"I hope we can figure this out, you and me, whatever we are, find some common ground."

She clicked her tongue as she looked at me. "Well, considering I'm about to strip off my clothes and dance for you---"

"You don't have to."

"I do. It's the job. And after everything I said about being a better sister, this is gonna set me back."

"Just think of me as a customer. I'll behave."

"You better. You're lucky I'm drunk, or I wouldn't do this. My sweet, innocent brother. No, I can't think of you like that right now." She stood up. "You're Mr. Customer, and my customers always leave happy. Are you ready?"

"Um, okay."

She smirked as she stood. "Here we go."

My sister stood up between my legs and began to sway with the music, there in front of me. Her body rippled, and her breasts jiggled, bouncing as she turned. My eyes feasted on her ass flesh as she looked over her shoulder at me, her hands exploring her body, running down her chest, her tummy, her hips. She leaned forward, and her hands gripped her ass cheeks. She pulled them apart, and the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms clung between her crack. I could see the edges of her starfish asshole and the hump of her meaty pussy lips, as well as the little bulge of her clit. She released her ass cheeks, and they slapped closed. She turned around and moved side to side, her hands traveling up her body again, cupping her breasts.

"You're looking at me like that again," she said.

"Like what?" I said. My eyes had glazed over.

"Admit it, you wanna fuck me," she said.

"God, yes, I wanna fuck you," I said, and god, did it feel good to say it aloud.

"I know you do," she said. "Your eyes scream it every time you look at me."

"Sis, I really want to fuck you."

She laughed a little. "I like to hear it, but you know it will never happen, right? This is how our relationship has to be: look, don't touch."

"What about a little touching?" I said.

She smirked and came closer, straddling my knee. She lowered her crotch, and the warmth of her pussy radiated from behind her bikini and warmed my thigh as she started to gently grind on it, her hands on my shoulders.

"I can touch you, you can't touch me. I could even fuck you, but you can never fuck me."

I gulped. "Would you ever... fuck me?"

She shook her head. "Never."

She was grinding and jumping on my knee.

"Can't I touch you a little?" I asked.

She shook her head again. "You're a naughty boy, but I'll give you plenty to look at."

Her hand slipped away from my shoulder, back to her sides, and then up the middle of her chest. A string held her bikini top together. I'd seen her pull it open on stage, but watching her pull it open inches from me was magic. She tugged the knot, and the weight of her tits easily overpowered the rest of the fabric, and they spilled out, shining in the warm red light of the room, her nipples highlighted.

"Oh my," I said.

"You want to touch them?"

"Oh yes." I started to lift my hands.

"No touching," she repeated. "It was a question, not an invitation. You promised to behave."

I lowered my hands and then turned them inward, sitting up enough to stuff them into my pockets.

"Smart boy," she said. "Stick your tongue out."

I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but my tongue extended. She cupped her breast and shocked me as she dragged the nipple over my mouth, across my tongue. I tried to close my mouth and suck, but she was too fast. However, when she repeated the exercise with her other breast, I took the opportunity to suck her nipple for one glorious moment, my teeth scraping past it before she pulled it away.

"Naughty. I wonder what you'd do if I put my pussy in your mouth."

I licked my lips. "Find out."

She stood up from my lap, moving to the music again, her heavy tits bouncing freely. She played with her bikini bottoms as she shook her ass from side to side, slapping her cheeks together with the momentum of her movements. Then she lowered her ass down into my lap and ground her butt into my crotch. My cock was plenty hard, and she surely felt it in my pants.

"Mmm, hard cock."

"Yes!" I said.

"I bet it hurts in there."

"It does, it really does."

"If I free it, you are not allowed to touch it. Understood?"

"Really? You'd let me take it out?"

"No, I said I would take it out, but only if you promise not to touch it."

"Okay, okay, I promise," I said urgently. The thought of her handling my cock and taking it out made me throb in anticipation, making the confines of my jeans all the more painful.

She shimmied as she moved, her body rippling, and she dropped to her knees between my legs. Her fingers moved to my zipper, and she carefully took it between her finger and thumb and drew it down.

"Can you unbutton it too?" I asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Pants stay on. I'm just gonna let that big, beautiful cock of yours free to breathe. Remember, no touching."

"Ah, okay."

She carefully pried my zipper apart with her fingers. Her right hand started to slip into the flap. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. Her fingers wiggled and slipped between the flap, and I felt her acrylic fingernails poke my shaft. I took in a sharp inhale as she made contact. And then her fingers pinched my cock, and she started to pull.

"Ahh," I said as she pried my cock out of my pants. The cold, cruel zipper nipped at the base of my shaft as my sensitive flesh felt the cool air of the VIP room. My long shaft throbbed, and my cockhead pulsed purple, showing its strength. She took her hand away from it and stared at it admiringly.

"Mmm, wow," she said. "That is one nice, long man-cock you have, sir."

"If you like it so much," I said, "you should fuck it."

She laughed. "You filthy little pig. You really would fuck your sister if I gave you the chance, wouldn't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

"Mmmhmm, right here, right now, in this club, you'd fuck me like a dog on the floor? No ceremony for that precious virginity of yours?"

I blushed. "Well..."

"Good thing one of us has some self-control."

She was dancing again, moving her body and playing with her bikini bottoms. She shimmied between my legs. My cockhead bumped her knee, but her hip was near my face, where the strings of her bikini bottoms remained tightly tied to keep them together.

"Bite it," she said.

I opened my mouth, and her hip came closer. I bit the string, and she stepped away. It opened, falling to one side. Part of her bald crotch was revealed in a slant, while the other side of the bikini bottoms held on tight. She danced and turned, moving her other hip toward my face.

"Bite it," she repeated.

I bit it and she pulled away. With her arms in the air, she danced away, and the bikini bottoms immediately fell, all the way down her legs, revealing her bald pussy, her meaty lips hanging between her legs. I stared at her pussy, unblinking. She suddenly stepped onto the seat, one foot, and then the next, on the other side of me, her pussy right in front of my face. I leaned back, looking up at her. Her hand came down to my head, and her fingers stroked my hair.

"For the record, I don't normally take my client's cocks out, nor let them lick my nipples, and never my pussy."

"Your pussy? You mean I can lick it?"

"I haven't decided yet. I just wanted you to see it. You still want it?"

"Are you kidding? God, yes!"

"Wrong answer," she said. "I'm so annoyed at you."

"You are?"

"Yes. You keep saying all these sweet things, telling me how beautiful I am and how badly you want to fuck me. Do you think I'm immune to so much flattery, let alone when I'm drunk? I've been very clear about our boundaries, and last night I even asked you to help me control myself, but I can see you're not even trying. You want to eat my pussy, you want me to suck your cock, you even want to fuck me, and you would show no restraint at all if I said yes to any of this, would you?"

I licked my lips. "No."

"So, it's all on me then to keep some semblance of a proper sibling relationship, to keep that big cock of yours..." She pointed to my cock and then gently patted her red pussy lips. "... out of this little pussy?"

"Yes."

"You're so fucking annoying."

"Sis, I can't help it. You're so hot and sexy, and, and I'm just---"

"Just stop talking," she said. "Stick your tongue out."

I stopped talking and let my tongue fall out. She held my head steady and brought her pussy forward. She took in a sharp inhale as my tongue plunged between her pussy lips. My mouth filled with the sweet, tangy taste of her pussy juice.

She exhaled. "Fuck. Shame on me."

I had no experience eating pussy, but I made up for it with hard work and effort. I began licking like a dog, swirling my tongue this way and that, twisting and flicking at her clit, thinking of every porno I'd ever seen and every filthy story I'd ever read. I was surely doing something right, because she was panting. She pushed her pussy harder against my tongue. I leaned back farther, and I soon found my head on the headrest of the bench seat, my sister's weight coming down, pinning me there, grinding her cunt into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," she said. "I was, I was only going to let you lick it once. Really, just once to tease you. Fuck, I didn't think you'd be good at it."

With my tongue out, she moved her pussy along my face, across my nose, mouth, and over my chin. I used the moment she passed to lick upward at her clit, twisting and grasping for more. She exhaled a long moan, but she wasn't done taunting me.

"You like that pussy? You wanna fuck it?"

"Yes!" I said between mouthfuls of pussy.

She pulled her cunt away, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath. She kept her fingers tightly in my hair.

"No," she said. "The answer was no. Say no or I'll do it again."

"You're crazy."

She dragged her pussy across my nose and mouth and chin again, and I dipped my tongue into her pussy once more. This time, however, she was slower when she pulled away, giving my tongue ample time to probe her depths. I even had a chance to close my mouth around her clit, giving it a hard little suck. I heard her gasp.

She caught her breath. "Say no, you won't ever try to fuck this pussy, or else I'll do it again."

"No, I'm not saying it."

"If you don't say it, I'll grind my cunt into your mouth until you make me cum."

"No," I repeated, smirking at her.

"You're such a little shit. You've always been so fucking annoying. Fine, eat pussy, you little jerk."

She was humping my face, pulling my hair to move my mouth where she wanted it, and I was devouring that little snatch. She was so delicious, and I wanted to eat every bit of her, to slurp up all her nasty juices. She suddenly pulled her pussy from my mouth, and then her hand came down, and she shocked me with a slap across my face.

"No, you're not gonna make me cum. Say you don't want to fuck me anymore."

"I wanna fuck you more than ever."

She pushed her pussy back into my mouth and then began grinding against my face. My nose was desperate for air. She barely gave me time to breathe between humping my head.

"I'm so angry at you." she said breathlessly. "Why can't you just agree with me? I promise we can touch, kiss, play, but no fucking. At least tell me that."

I couldn't have told her anything at this point, not with my tongue buried inside her folds. She was breathing rapidly, mumbling something about how I'd always been a little jerk, but neither of us were paying much attention. She soon lost her breath as my tongue thrashed inside her, and I felt her squirt. Juices ran from her pussy lips and into my mouth. She moaned sharply and pulled my hair. She kept grinding her pussy against my mouth, her breath erratic, and her screams stifled.

It took several moments before she slowed and then recovered, but then she pulled her pussy away from my soaked face. She climbed down, standing there in front of me, catching her breath. I licked my lips and then raised my hips, flexing my hard cock in the air. My hands were still in my pockets. She stared at it.

"What, now you think you're going to fuck me?" she asked.

"If you're offering," I said with a grin.

She stepped forward. For a minute, I thought she might actually do it. She widened her stride and straddled me. She climbed onto the seat on her knees, lowering herself down. She grabbed my cock, controlling its angle, but that's where the hope was lost. She kept the tip of my cock well away from her pussy hole. Instead, her warm, wet lips planted a pussy kiss right on the shaft of my cock, where the zipper was eating my flesh. Her mouth was hanging open as she breathed, her eyes on mine.

"I want you to say you won't ever fuck me."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll edge you until you cry."

"Jokes on you, I'm into that."

She looked down, and so did I. She licked her fingertips and then spit in her palm. Down her hand went, and her fingernails danced on my shaft. They came at my sensitive cockhead, poking my tip and gently scratching along my shaft. I inhaled a breath of air. She held my cock steady with those nails with one hand. And then she started to wiggle her hips. Her warm, wet pussy lips began to slip up and down, left and right across my shaft.

She met my eyes. "I'm going to bring you to the edge of orgasm, and then I'm going to stop and leave this booth. But if you promise you won't ever try to fuck me, and if you promise to stop telling me all the time how badly you want to fuck me, and if you promise to never ever fuck me while I'm asleep or drunk or incapacitated in any way, I'll suck your cock and let you cum in my mouth."

"Fuck, sis, come on."

Her nails bit into my cockhead, grazing up and down, sending waves of sharp pleasure and pain through my shaft, while her pussy lips slid along my base, pinning me between those wet lips and her firm hand.

"Promise?"

"You're crazy."

"A little," she said. "Just say what I want to hear."

"I'm going to be in your pussy, Deb," I said. "I don't care how long it takes, but I'm going to make you want it. I'm going to bury my cock so far inside of you that you're the one who is going to cry."

Her nails dug hard into my sensitive cock, and I gave a sharp yelp. She ground her pussy against my shaft. Everything was so slick with her juices. I was throbbing.

"You're going to make me cum," I said.

She eased off me, taking her nails and pussy away, letting me throb in the empty, cool air.

"Fuck," I said. "I shouldn't have warned you."

"I could tell, but I won't let you, never again, not with my help, unless you say what I want. Then, I'll swallow that big cock whole, and I'll swallow every drop of that yummy cum from your cock. Wouldn't it feel nice to cum in my mouth?"

"You'll lick up every drop?"

"Yes."

"Like you did on our first night together?"

She froze. Her eyes raged.

"Tell me," I said, "when you went into the bathroom, did you even need to wash up, or did you just lick all of it off your hands?"

"You fucker." She pinched my cockhead again.

I gasped. "That's a yes."

She resumed grinding, but it was faster and angrier than before. "Feel it, you little shit? I'm never giving it to you."

"I'm gonna fuck you," I said. "Sit up, and let me inside."

"Fuck you," she said angrily. "I'm not going to be an incest whore for my brother."

Her nails clenched down painfully on my cockhead. I lost a few breaths. My mouth hung open as I looked down. Precum was wet and slick around my dickhole. She was playing too rough with my cock, torturing it with her nails while teasing it with her warm cunt, rubbing her soft, wet pussy lips against my shaft, enticing me with the one thing I wanted so much.

"Think of my warm, deep throat," she said. "And not just now. I'll suck your cock every night if you want. Just promise, swear on your soul, you'll never say you want to fuck me again."

"I'm going to fuck you every single night," I said with a fast breath.

"You're actually starting to piss me off," she said.

"You're pissed off because you want me to fuck you," I taunted her.

Suddenly, her nails came away, and her hand flew, slapping my cock. My shaft flew hard to the right and then bounced all the way back to the left.

"Ah fuck! God!"

My cock throbbed in pain and pleasure, screaming to cum. She'd nearly sent me over the edge, but Debra was up and away, her back to me as she snatched up her bikini, her face raging as she dressed.

"I'm so angry at you!"

"Fuck," I said, still trying to regain some sort of composure as my cock ached. "Me? You're angry at me? You slapped my cock, and you're the one who's angry?"

"Oh, shut up. You liked it, and it wasn't that hard."

"Well, wait, where are you going?" I pulled my hands out of my pocket.

"Time's up, way up. I'm done with you."

"Debbie," I said, standing up, "ow, fuck, my dick." The zipper stabbed my throbbing shaft even as my balls burned blue. "Are you serious? You're really pissed off---"

"Fuck yes, I am!" she yelled at me. "Three days, and we're doing all this? You're not blameless! It's not all my fault. I'm not taking responsibility for it."

"I know. I didn't say it was. I didn't mean to make you so angry."

"I'm so done with you. The one thing I ask you not to do, and it's the one thing you want."

"Well, look, I'm trying not to want it, but you make it impossibly hard."

"You're not trying!" she shouted. "I gave you an out, say a few fucking words and get a blowjob, and you won't even lie to me and pretend like you don't want it."

I stared her down. "I promised that I wouldn't lie to you again, didn't I?"

She growled and looked at the watch on her wrist. "I have other customers. And stop staring at me while I'm working. It makes me uncomfortable."

Before I could say anything else, she was through the curtain.

The rest of the night passed with frustration. I shadowed Tony on the floor, giving guests a grumpy look when necessary. When my sister took the stage, I found other places to look to respect her wishes. I had to have her though, somehow, someway, I just had to figure it out. But Krystal was right. She was mine, and I was going to claim her.

Chapter 7

Somber Sister

Later that night, Deb and I came into the apartment, feeling tired. My sister closed the front door, locked up, and then turned to me.

"I'm going to bed."

"Deb, are you still angry with me?"

"I'm not angry. I'm annoyed and tired. I just want some sleep."

"Should I sleep out here?" I said, following her into the living room.

She grabbed me by the shirt and tugged me along to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

"In bed, both of us, now."

"Okay."

She started to strip, not sexily like earlier, and without any fanfare. She simply unbuttoned her jean shorts, hooked her thumbs in both the shorts and the panties and pushed them down. Her pussy was out in the open immediately, and my eyes snapped to it. Off her shirt came, tits jiggling, and she tossed her clothes into a basket.

She looked at me and sighed. "Come on, strip, bed."

She came to me, grabbing at my shirt and helping get it over my head. Then she kneeled down, and before I could argue, still stunned by her casual nudity, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She slipped her fingers to the rim of my pants, catching the underwear as well, and tugged them down. As she did so, my half hard cock popped out. She glanced at it for only a moment as I stepped out of my jeans. She stood up, both of us nude.

Her eyes glanced at my cock and lingered for a moment. "What is it with you, always hard? Every time I turn around, this big fucking cock is poking me somewhere." She ran her fingers through her hair and gently pulled it as she gripped her skull. "I'm stressed." She exhaled. "Bed."

She turned to bed, but I said, "Sis, wait."

"No, bed."

She flipped off the lights, but the lights from the city that never sleeps kept the room bathed in neon from the window. She didn't seem to mind, treating it like a nightlight, the shadows of her nude body cast against the wall, her nipples erect and glowing in the fluorescent light. She came toward me.

"Come."

"No nightgown? No underwear?" I asked.

"Andrew, you were tongue-deep in my pussy a few hours ago. Is there some part of me you haven't already seen? And it's too ridiculously hot tonight to wear anything."

"Sis, I think we need to talk about what happened in the club."

"We really don't," she said.

And then to my shock, she grabbed my half-hard cock and pulled, but not gently. She tugged me along to the bed. I lost my breath and let out something between a moan and a whimper.

"Bed, now."

She pushed me backward into bed and climbed in after me. For a moment, I thought she was going to crawl on top of me, but she avoided me easily enough and pushed me again to move me to my side. My cock was rock hard, but she ignored me and turned her back as she snuggled under the sheet and cuddled a pillow. I came up behind her, moving my body close, my cock jabbing her butt. She jerked minutely, but then sighed.

"Andrew..."

"What? I just want to be close to you."

"To cuddle or to fuck?"

"Do I get to pick?"

"Please do not fuck me in my sleep."

"I wouldn't."

"I mean it. I don't want to wake up with your cock stuck in my guts."

"You keep saying 'don't fuck me' like you don't trust me."

She rolled onto her back and looked at me. Her tits were out in the open, the sheet around her tummy.

"Because I know how easy it would be for you to overpower me or just take advantage of me. We're naked in bed. I can't exactly stop you from fucking me if you want to fuck me."

I gulped and licked my lips. "Is it so easy?"

"Yes. It's just a hole, Andrew. You can stick your cock in it at any time, unless you have self-control, and as you've repeatedly demonstrated, you have zero. So, I am asking you, please do not fuck me."

"You really think I'd rape you?"

She put her hands on her face. "No. But maybe I need to say 'don't fuck me, don't fuck me, don't fuck me' to remind you and to remind myself not to let you." She lowered her hands and looked at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, moving a little closer. My hard cock bent up against her hip. I loved the warm sensation of her skin.

She sighed. "Because this giant fucking rod of yours is always poking me, begging for attention like a lost puppy with big eyes. I'm the older sister. I have to keep self-control because god knows you don't have any."

"I have some. I wouldn't fuck you without permission."

"But that's the point. I want you to not want to fuck me. I want the idea of you putting your cock in me to be revolting because I'm your sister, and it's incest."

"Don't put it all on me. You set the rules from day one, telling me we could never fuck from the moment I landed, as if that was already on my mind, and then teasing me, walking around naked in front of me, playing with me."

"Oh, so you do blame me? This is all my fault? You know what, no."

She sat up in bed, crisscrossing her legs, the sheet falling away from her. I could see her pussy hiding between those legs, and my eyes locked on it.

"Hey, look at me," she said immediately.

"Huh?"

"Stop staring at my pussy all the time."

"Then stop being naked all the time."

I sat up as well, directly across from her, but with my legs open and my cock pointing up.

"You see?" she said. "I can't talk to you when your cock is hard like this. I know you're not paying attention."

"I am. Talk." I focused my eyes on her eyes, forcing my neck and eyes not to move to her bare breasts or pussy.

"Andrew, we need to stop doing this, both of us. I need you to, to stop fucking me with your eyes, stop asking for it, stop trying to make it happen. Just exist."

"I'm trying," I said evenly, "but I feel like I'm getting mixed signals."

"You're not, not anymore. I want this to stop between us. And I want you to cum more often."

"Huh?"

"Cum. You should be jerking off morning, noon, and night. That way, you won't be thinking about sex so much. I think that will really help."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!" She reached out, grabbing my dick, half bending it, and then she started to tug. "Come on, cum. Right now, so I can sleep in peace."

"Ow! Hey!" I pushed her hand away. "Stop. I'm not a dog. I don't cum on command."

"Learn. I want you to cum, so I know you won't fuck me while I'm sleeping."

"I'm not going to."

"Why not? Do I have to do it for you?" She reached for my cock again, but I stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

"Debbie, enough!"

"Why don't you want to cum? Is it because you're planning to fuck me? Is that it?"

"I'm not going to, okay?"

"I know what you and Krystal talked about. I know she told you to fuck me, to dominate me, to make me take your cock."

"She... she told you that?"

"Of course! What, you didn't think I questioned her for every detail of your little conversation after that ridiculous lie? I know you're scheming with her, trying to get me fucked. She thinks I need you, but she has no moral code. So it doesn't matter if I like being dominated, or if I like being held down, or even if I like being fucked while I beg for it to stop. It's still wrong if you're the one doing it."

"It was her suggestion. I never said I'd do it."

"Oh, really? Tell me what you want then," she said. "You don't want to jerk off. You don't want to cum. You don't want to rape me. What do you want?"

"I just... I want you to want to have sex with me."

"Permission?" she said. "You're waiting for permission to fuck me?"

"Yes, and I won't without permission."

"But you don't care about incest?"

"Not really."

She scoffed. "You're so stupid and frustrating. You know what? Fine. Fuck me."

"Huh?"

"I don't care anymore. You wanna fuck me? You really wanna fuck your sister? Permission granted. Fuck me."

"What?"

She scooted back, opening her legs, spreading them on either side of me, bringing her ass cheeks right up to my knees, my cock hovering over her.

"Fuck me, Andrew."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. If you want to take responsibility for fucking your sister, this is on you. If you can really do it, commit incest, fuck me."

"You're really serious?"

She shrugged a little, reaching her right hand down between her legs. She patted her pussy, the soft squishing sounds of her wet folds against her fingertips filling my ears.

"It's what you want. I told you I can't stop you. You don't seem to care what I want. So, if you're going to fuck me, fuck me."

"Deb..."

"Come on. Stick your cock in. Have your fun. Fuck the shit out of me. Pop this pussy. Every woman needs to be properly dicked down now and then. I'm sure I'll enjoy every minute of it. So, fuck me."

I crawled closer on my knees. "I'm really confused. This is happening now?"

"I said I can't stop you, can I?"

"I mean, you could."

"No. I've been trying to stop you all week, but you keep coming after me. So, if I can't stop you with words, and I sure as hell can't overpower a man as strong as you---a steel cock versus a wet pussy is a losing battle---what can I do except get fucked?"

"But you can stop me," I said, though my knees had me inching closer. I was between her thighs. My cock throbbed in excitement.

"I can keep you at bay, but with that cock rubbing up against me every night, us naked together all the time, working at that club, showering when we get home... you're going to fuck me eventually. I'm just postponing the inevitable. The scary thing is, I don't think I realized it until just now. You're going to fuck me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

I had to smirk. I'd won. "Deb, I'm just glad you want this too."

"Oh, I don't." She patted her pussy again. "I said I'd enjoy it. I didn't say I wanted it." She shook her head. "You're my brother, Andrew. Incest is morally reprehensible to me. I still remember you in diapers, you understand? I cleaned that little peepee, and now it's turned into a monster cock. And as a thank you, you're going to fuck the shit out of me."

I paused even though I was so close to getting what I wanted. "Sis, I know you want it too."

"It doesn't matter what I want," she said. "It's immoral and wrong. But I can't stop you, so stop talking and fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me, and let me hate myself every day for the rest of my life. Let me hate my reflection in the mirror. Let me hate what I've become, because I know I'll like it. Go ahead, stick it in. What are you waiting for?"

I was both hurt and angry. "Deb, that's not fair. All I wanted was for you to say you wanted it too."

"Aren't you listening?" she said, lifting up on her elbows. "Of course I want it. What have I been saying? But I'm trying to be a responsible big sister, and you keep chasing me. So fine, fuck my pussy. Do it. Shove your big cock in me if you want to do it so badly."

I looked down at her pussy. "Sis..."

"What's wrong? Second thoughts? Do you want some lube?" She spit on her fingertips and reached down, rubbing her saliva into her cunt. Then her slippery fingertips caressed the tip of my cock. I took in a breath of air. "There you go, all ready. You really wanna do this, Andrew? You really wanna fuck your sister? No more games. Take some responsibility."

I stared at that pussy. She was lying back again. She seemed to stretch her knees even farther apart. I tilted forward on my knees, angling my cock. I glanced at her face, looking for a sign, but she had her hands over her eyes. I looked down at her pussy again, guiding my cock. Oh, I wanted her so badly. How could I stop now?

The tip of my cockhead touched her warm pink lips. The fat mushroom head was right at her hole. Her labia peeled apart as my cockhead began to separate them. My sister's hands flew from her face, her neck craning to look down, and then she slapped my cock away.

"I can't believe you were going to do it!" Debbie cried, sitting up.

"Huh?" I looked up.

Deb scooted away, grabbing her pussy, her fingers shielding it. "You really tried to fuck me! You really did!"

"You told me to."

"I thought you were going to have second thoughts! I thought you'd realize that we can't have sex! But you really weren't going to stop!"

"I'm sorry! You told me to!"

"I was bluffing!"

"I didn't know!"

"What is wrong with you! I'm your sister!"

"You told me to! And you want me to, I know you do!"

"Yes, but I'm responsible, and you have to be responsible too! I'm your sister, you dumb fuck!"

"I don't care if you're my sister! I want to fuck you, and I want to be with you!"

She screamed behind her teeth. "I'm so angry at this cock of yours!" She slapped my cock.

"Ow!"

She tried to slap it again, but I overpowered her easily and pushed her back down onto the bed. I moved between her legs, and my hand flew, swatting her pussy.

"Ow!" she screamed.

"Don't slap my cock again."

"Why? You like it when I touch it!" she taunted and swatted my cock again.

I retaliated. My hand flew, and I slapped her pussy lips. She made no move to try to close her legs and took it with a loud yelp.

"You little fucker," she said, grabbing my cock and squeezing it, her nails digging into it. "I invite you into my home, and you treat me like a fucking whore!"

I grabbed her by the neck and held her down. Her legs spread wider all on their own. She suddenly spat into my face. I kissed her hard. She kissed back and bit my lip.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" she demanded. "Gonna shove it in me and keep shoving it in me, even if I don't want it?"

"You fucking want it," I said, grinding my cock forward against her hand, searching blindly for her pussy.

She spat in my face again. "Fuck you. I don't want my brother's disgusting, fat cock in me. I have standards. I'm not a fucking whore."

I held her neck a little tighter and took her breath away. I kissed her lips again, and she kissed me back, but she reminded me of her nails on my cock. I growled into her mouth, sitting up. I let go of her neck and grabbed her wrist to free my cock, but her other hand flew down and slapped it again.

"Fuck!" I said. I grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

"Don't you dare put your cock in me!" she said as she lay there on her back, legs wide open, making no attempt to get away.

I let her wrists go and grabbed the base of my cock, lifted it, and then swatted it down on her pussy lips. She arched her back and groaned.

"I'm so angry with you," she said, staring down at my dick. "You can't treat me like this."

I swatted her pussy again and then dragged my mushroom head down along her slit. She reached down, covering her pussy lips.

"You're not angry at me, you're angry at yourself," I said, tapping my cock on her hand. "Let me in. You know you want to."

"What are you going to do after you fuck me? Leave?"

"No," I said, looking up at her. "I'm going to keep fucking you as much as I want."

"So I'm going to be your house-trained whore, am I? You'd really treat your only sister like that?"

"No," I said, leaning forward and bringing my face to hers. "I'd treat my lover like that."

I kissed her hard on the mouth, and she hungrily kissed me back. Her hands wrapped around me, and I felt her nails on my back, the other hand in my hair, pulling it. She was so aggressive, biting my lip and then breaking the kiss. I was surprised when her hand slapped my face, but it was light.

"You were always an annoying little shit."

"And you were always a bully," I said. I grabbed her neck again and took her breath. Then my other hand flew and slapped her across the face, harder than she slapped me. "I'm not a little boy now. You can't bully me anymore."

"So instead, you'll bully me?"

She spat in my face again. I spat back, and then I reached for her mouth, sticking three fingers in. She sucked them immediately and licked my fingers. When I pulled them away, I smeared her saliva across her cheeks.

"Bastard," she said. She tried to slap me again, but I grabbed her wrist. I threw her hand aside and then slapped her.

"Ow!" she said. "Fucking asshole."

I kissed her again, and she hungrily kissed me back. She tried to bite me, but I bit her lip first. She whimpered into my mouth, but she did not break our kiss. Her hands hungrily pawed at me. One slipped down and grasped my cock. She squeezed it, but she was careful with her nails this time. She gave it a hard stroke, tugging it toward her pussy. I felt my cockhead touch her labia. I broke the kiss and looked down between us, my hard cock poised to penetrate her.

"Put it in," I told her.

"You think I'm gonna help you fuck me? Do your own dirty work."

I chuckled. "The dirty work is fucking you?"

"It's pretty dirty to fuck your sister, so yes."

"Put it in," I repeated.

"Or what?" she said, letting go of my cock.

My hand gripped her throat, and I felt her swallow. "Obey me. That's what you like, isn't it? That's what you want, to be dominated, overpowered, commanded. So do it."

She licked her lips. "This is different. If you're going to fuck me, I told you, I can't stop you, so fuck me."

"Put it in," I repeated.

I squeezed her neck a little harder. She looked down, her hand wrapping around my cock. I was so hard, waiting in anticipation. She roughly rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, her labia splitting open in welcome. The fierce look in her eyes started to diminish. I unwrapped my fingers from her neck. We both watched as she rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her hole. I wanted in so badly, but still, she wouldn't do it.

"Andrew," she said, softer now, "Andrew, I can't. Please don't make me responsible for this. You can fuck me, but don't make me put it in."

"Sis, I need you to do it, because I need to know you want it."

She bit her lip, shaking her head. "You won. I submit. My pussy's yours. Just don't make me." She stared into my eyes. Her eyes were getting glossy. "I'm so ashamed, Andrew. I'm so disgusted with myself. I want it so badly, I really do, but it's so wrong, so immoral, it's making me sick."

Her words hit me harder than any slap ever did.

I sighed. "Then I won't fuck you."

"Huh?"

"Deb, I don't want to make you sick, and I don't want to risk ruining our relationship, so I won't fuck you until you're ready."

"Andrew, I..."

"As long as I don't put my cock in this little hole..." I said, taking hold of my cock and gently sliding it up and down her slit, her juices coating my shaft and keeping everything so well lubricated. She was nearly a fountain. "... I can do anything I want. I can make us both cum without penetrating you."

She swallowed, watching me, the way my cock bumped and ground over her pussy, stabbing her clit. "No, stop, you'll slip inside."

"I won't, and if I do, at least it'll be an accident."

"It's too risky," she said, yet her legs seemed to relax and her knees opened a little wider, her pussy lips gaping to allow my shaft to slip along them. Her labia kissed my cock as I laid the length of it along her pussy and pushed up and down.

"As long as I don't penetrate you, there's no moral conflict, right?"

"I don't know. I'm so ashamed of everything we've done, but I guess, yes, I think that's my limit, just no penetration."

"So let me rub. It's just dry humping."

"Dry? It's pretty fucking wet, Andrew, and we have no clothes on."

"It's just wet humping," I said with a smirk.

"You'll fuck it up. It's going to go in."

"Then I'll take it out," I said, watching my cock slip up and down across her pussy lips faster. "It's my fault if we fuck up, right? You gave me your pussy. I'm going to use it. So, lie back and enjoy it."

"Oh fuck, you're so reckless," she said, but her head relaxed on the pillow, her eyes fluttering. "God, when you grind your cockhead into my clit like that... I know you're going to slip in."

"I think you want me to fuck up," I said, smirking at her, "but I'm not going to. I'll just keep away from that little hole. I can do it."

"You can't."

"I can, and that's what worries you, because you want me to fuck up. You want me to fuck you."

"Of course, I want it, and watching you rub your big cock up against me is just making it worse."

I leaned over her and opened the bedside drawer, taking the lube. She thought I was coming in for a kiss and grabbed me by the back of the neck, holding me in place as her mouth swallowed up my lips. Her tongue slithered in my mouth. I kissed her back, and she began to thrust her hips up and down, sliding her cunt across my cock. My cockhead caught her labia and nearly went inside her.

"Careful," I said, breaking the kiss.

She bit her lip as she watched me. I squirted some lube into my hands and rubbed them together to make it warm. Then I slathered the lube across my shaft and her pussy lips. She held her breath as my fingers roughly coated her delicate, sensitive labia with cool gel. Then I took hold of my cock and gave her pussy a hard smack. She lost the breath she was holding, and her eyes rolled. I batted her pussy a few more times, and I found her hand come between us. She slipped it under my cock and cradled my balls, squeezing and caressing them. Then her hand slipped along my shaft, stroking it as I thrust up into her hand and ground against her pussy. My thumb found her clit, and I gave it several quick strokes.

"Fuck," she said. "God, I want to be filled up so badly."

"Yeah? You want me to stuff you with cock? Go ahead, ask me to put it in."

She shook her head. "Cursed words. I'll never ask you to fuck me. Never, god, please never fuck me. I'll never say, please, Andrew, shove your big cock in me, please."

I snickered, pushing her hand out of the way, grinding my shaft up and down along her slit, keeping my cockhead well clear of her little hole.

"Good," I taunted her, "because you're not getting any of this dick tonight."

"Can you just," she took a breath, her eyes flashing deliriously, "like, put a finger in me or something? Is that okay? I don't know if that's okay. It's probably not okay."

I laughed. "I think you're getting close," I said.

"No," she said. "I don't wanna cum first. You cum."

"Fuck, I really want to," I said, holding my shaft tight in my hand, giving it a few hard strokes up and down, and then moving the head back and forth across her clit.

"Oh, god, that's going to make me cum," she said. "Seriously, okay, faster."

I listened to her direction, moving my cockhead back and forth across her clit faster.

"Oh, oh, oh," she said. "I wanna cum."

"Cum."

"Can I? May I have your permission to cum?"

"Permission granted."

"Oh, god, thank you."

Her body tensed. My cock became a windshield wiper, my mushroom tip batting her little, swollen red clit from left to right, pushing and pulling her labia from side to side. It was almost too much for me, but it was definitely too much for her. A gush of fluid sprayed from her pussy.

"Oh, Andrew! Ohh!"

Her head rolled, and her back arched as she ground toward me. I nearly slipped inside her pussy from the quick angle change, but I found my place again and rubbed along her slit. She was thrashing, moaning, and looking down.

"Oh, god, oh fuck, fuck me, please," she babbled.

Debbie reached out, pinning my cock between her pussy and her hand. I humped between the two, but I'd had all I could take. I grunted, and even without touching my cock, it started to throb and flex, suddenly spitting up cum all over my sister's pussy and tummy.

"Oh, fuck!" I said.

"Oh, god, you're cumming on me," she said. "Oh shit. Oh my god, don't let it go in my pussy."

I wasn't paying much attention. I was throbbing, and the cum turned into a gooey mess flowing along my cock and covering her pussy lips and slit and hand, all while I kept humping. She made no move to stop me. We both watched as the cum washed over her, her legs so wide, almost begging me to stick my shaft inside her pussy, but orgasmic fog was rolling over my mind and then receding.

I slowed, catching my breath. "Ah, wow."

She gave me half a smile. "What a good brother, resisting sex."

I chuckled. "Are you proud of me?"

She lifted her hand, looking at the cum, and then glanced down at her cum-covered pussy. "I... well, it's not exactly easy to claim the moral high ground when my pussy is covered in cum, but thank you."

My sister vanished into the bathroom to clean up while I wiped my cock clean with a few tissues. When she came back, she put on a pair of panties, satin and red, with a matching chemise. She made me wear underwear too. We climbed into bed together, cuddling and spooning. It was quiet until she spoke up.

"I'm gonna fix us tomorrow," she said with a yawn.

"Okay, sis."

"You'll see," she said. "I just need to figure this out. We'll get there."

"Mmmhmm."

"No sexy stuff in the night."

"Mmm," I repeated.

"No dick out, hand stuff, dry humping, just sleep."

"Hmm..."

Chapter 8

Sweet Sister

In the morning, I woke to an empty bed. I wandered out of the room, looking for my sister, but she was gone. However, this time, there was no note and no breakfast. Maybe she was upset after last night. I stared out the windows at the city, thinking. I knew we'd crossed too many lines last night, too many for her comfort, anyway. But I was annoyed at her. I loved her. She was my sister. More than that, I was falling in love with her. I wanted more, not just sex, but I liked the idea of us living together as a couple, doing couple things. I hadn't expected all this to happen when I came here, but now that it was happening, if only in my head, I liked how it felt to be with her. And when she was gone, I felt empty. Then I heard the front door open.

"Good morning."

I spun around. "Deb! You scared me. I thought you'd gone."

"We have the day off, remember?"

"Right," I said, not remembering at all. "No modeling gigs and no club tonight?"

"Nope." She held up a grocery bag. "I figured I'd get us a couple of things. And I needed to talk to Krystal."

"Oh. About what?"

"Just girl talk. Would you like breakfast?" She began unpacking her grocery bag. "I got eggs, bacon, cereal---"

"Cereal, sure."

"Okay, simple. I guess that'll do."

Soon after, we sat side by side on the couch, chomping cereal and watching cartoons, laughing together. I stared at her side profile as she wiped milk from her chin. It felt like a Saturday morning when we were kids, no cares, not much to say, worried our mother would come tell us to quiet down because Dad was sleeping.

"What?" she said.

"You're beautiful."

"Oh, stop," she said.

"Just an observation."

She took a breath. "Don't ruin the moment."

"Sis, I think I'm in love with you."

"And it's ruined," she said, putting her bowl down. "Andrew."

"Well, I just wanted it out there. I'm not asking for sex. I'm just saying I like being with you."

"I know, but we really have to do better to fight these kinds of feelings. I'm frustrated too."

"You are?"

"Of course. I wish you were just a random guy, my boyfriend. I'd love to spend all day in bed with you, you know? Fucking, eating breakfast, watching TV, fucking, lunch, talking, laughing, fucking, dinner, cuddles, fucking."

"Wow, you're fine telling me that?"

"I'm trying to reach the middle ground: honesty and acceptance. It's like drug abuse. We admit we have a problem. Now, we have to quit using. It's hard at first. I admit I get very horny around you; it drives me crazy, and I'm trying to bottle it up, but when you start saying you're in love with me, that's like offering me drugs. You can't say stuff like that."

"I think I'd rather be an addict."

"Finish your cereal," she said.

We finished our cereal and our show and wound-up staring at each other.

"So, what do you want to do now?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Do you wanna show me around the city today?"

"Oh, sure," she said. "It's either that, or we stay in bed and fuck all day."

"What!" I said with a laugh. I got up and went for her. She giggled and ran away. I chased her and tackled her into the bed. "You!"

"I was joking, I was joking!" she cried as I tickled her.

"You got me hooked! You're the dealer!" I said.

"I was teasing!" she said with a laugh.

I wrestled her arms above her head and quickly found myself between her legs, sinking between them, a pair of basketball shorts and a pair of cut-off jeans between my cock and her pussy. We started kissing. I put my hand on her throat and kept her wrists together with my other hand.

"You cocktease," I said. "You can't have it, remember?"

"Mmm, I know. That's what makes it fun. I can tease you as long as I know you won't fuck me. Make me beg for it, and then let me hear you refuse."

"Great, all the responsibility is on me."

"Yup," she said. "You know I can't stop you from fucking me."

"You're torture," I said, kissing her again.

She ground her pelvis up against my cock.

"Weak little virgin," she taunted. "Even if I let you fuck me, you'd cum in my pussy after 10 seconds. Would that even count as sex?"

"Bully," I said, pulling my hips back and ramming forward, smashing my dick into her pelvis and navel. She grunted in pain, and it hurt me too.

"Ow! You treat your poor cock worse than you treat me."

"You both deserve it. I want some peace and quiet for a change."

"Yeah, right. You can't go an hour without rubbing it up against me. Go back to your military academy if you want peace and quiet."

"Shut up," I said, kissing her to shut her up.

"Mmm, Andrew, wait," she mumbled as our tongues met.

My hands gripped her flesh. God, I wanted her, and I wanted her out of her clothes. I just wanted her all the time. "Maybe I will keep you in bed all day..."

"Andrew --"

My sister couldn't say more with my tongue down her throat, but then...

"Aww," someone said, "isn't this adorable? Sibling rivalry."

I pulled away from Debbie, and we both sat up. Krystal was in the doorframe, a smirk on her face. Debbie wiped her mouth, not that it did much for her smeared lipstick.

"We, um, we were just hugging, and then we wrestled a little," she said.

"Sure, sure, tongue wrestling, yup. Adorable."

Debbie got out of bed and stood defiant. "It was innocent, really. We were just playing around. It wasn't going to turn into anything. He gave me a little kiss; it's no big deal; all siblings kiss."

Krystal held up her hands. "I only said it was adorable. Siblings can be adorable."

"Good," Debbie said defensively. "And you're early."

"I know. I was bored waiting."

"I didn't have a chance to talk to him yet."

Krystal and Debbie faced me, and I suddenly felt like they were a team, like her backup was here. I didn't know why, but I immediately felt put on the defensive. I imagined that Debbie and Krystal had had some conversation about us, and it was probably about putting a greater emphasis on us as siblings and less on us as a couple. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Talk to me about what?" I said.

Debbie took a deep breath. "Come on, let's sit down in the living room."

I followed the women. We all stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"So?" I said.

Debbie was playing with her fingers. "Okay, um, I wanted to talk about some things."

"With Krystal here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Debbie took another deep breath. "Okay, so..."

"Oh my god," Krystal said, "this is unbearable to watch."

"Krystal," Debbie chided.

"Just here, waiting," Krystal said, sitting down on the loveseat.

Debbie took one more deep breath. "Andrew, would you sit next to Krystal? I'll sit in the chair."

"All right."

I did as she asked, sitting next to Krystal, who gave me a warm smile. Debbie sat on the edge of the big, comfy recliner. It bounced a little as she fidgeted.

"Debbie, are you okay?" I asked.

"Andrew, I asked Kyrstal here because I want you two to have sex."

"What?" I said. "Are you serious with this again?"

I looked at Krystal, but she just gave me a shrug and a raise of the eyebrows. Debbie stood up from the chair, pacing.

"Look, I can't do this anymore. This, this sexual tension is too much for me. I can't live in this house with us like this, clawing at each other."

I was embarrassed talking about this in front of Krystal, but I wasn't exactly surprised. "Look, Deb, I thought we sorted this out. We can cool it, both of us. And the thing that happened a minute ago, like you said, we were just playing."

"Oh, come on, Andrew, five more minutes and my clothes would have been off. We're out of control."

I lowered my eyes. I had no rebuttal.

"I'm not blaming you," she said. "I know it's my fault. I'm pressuring myself to have sex with you."

"Huh?" I said.

"Look I... I'm ashamed to even admit it, but I'm really attracted to you, and I am doing everything in my power to resist you, but I'm slipping. And this thing, the immorality of incest, is all I have to stop me, and it's not enough. Every time you touch me, I think, god, please more, and I'm so scared I'm going to break."

I was processing all she said, and while I liked hearing it, I didn't know what to do with it.

"Sis, I really love you." I started to get up.

"No, stay," she said. "I need you there. I need to keep you at a distance, because when I'm close to you, I lose control. I'm not used to feeling this way, and I honestly don't know how much longer I can separate my sister feelings from my sinful feelings."

"Okay," I said as I settled down next to Krystal again.

"That's why I need you to lose your virginity, because it will be less of a temptation for me. And plus, if you're having sex regularly, you won't be chasing me as much."

"Look, I like Krystal." I glanced at her. "Really, I think you're great." I looked at Debbie. "But I don't want to lose my virginity to her. I want to lose it to you."

"No," Debbie said, rubbing her face. "Andrew, I need you to fuck Krystal, and I need you to start fucking her regularly. Like, every day."

"Hey, come on," Krystal said. "I didn't say every day. I have a boyfriend."

"Well, I'm going to find him a girlfriend too. I'll ask one of the girls at work."

"Hey, don't talk about me like I'm a trick and you're trying to find a girl to work on me," I said.

"Oh. Of course not, Andrew. I'm just trying to get sex out of our way as this obstacle between us. You'll be less horny around me, and I'll be less horny too. And maybe I can patch things up with Robert or find someone better. I need sex too, both of us do if we're going to fix our relationship."

"I like our relationship just fine," I said angrily, leaning forward on the sofa. "What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of us going too far," she said. "We dodged a bullet last night. We may not be so lucky again. I know it."

"So what?" I asked. "So what if we have sex? What if we have a real relationship, like a couple?"

"Andrew, you're my little brother," she said in a condescending voice.

"It's not a big deal."

"It's incest, Andrew!"

"We don't need to advertise what we're doing."

"It's Vegas, Andrew, the most perverse city in the world, and even here there are limits, and incest is the limit."

"Well," Krystal spoke up, "you could always tell people you're not related."

"It's too late for that," Debbie said.

"Just say you're not blood-related, say you're stepsiblings. A club full of girls won't remember the details. Or care."

"Krystal, you're not helping. You're here to fuck my brother, not change my mind."

Krystal scoffed. "A little more respect, please. I said I'd do it, but I already know he's not going to fuck me, so it doesn't really matter."

"Exactly," I said, glancing at her. "I'm not going to have sex with Krystal."

"Damn it, yes, you are," Debbie said sternly.

I stood up. "Debbie, I'm to blame for what's happening."

"You're not," she said. "I am."

"Okay, we both are," I said, coming closer. "We both want it. I love you, and I know you love me."

"Of course I love you, you're my brother," she said, looking down.

"That's not what I meant," I said.

She looked up and her eyes were getting glossy. "I wish you weren't my brother."

"I can cool it," I said. "I'll be better."

"I don't want you to be better. I want these feelings to stop. If you have a girlfriend, and if I have a boyfriend, I feel like they will."

"I think it's just going to make us both jealous and bitter," I said.

"It won't. It's the only way this works."

My phone rang, making me jump. I glanced at the caller trying to connect on video.

"It's Dad."

"Oh, what does he want?"

"I don't know. I'm not gonna answer. Let's just talk this through, so we can live together and make this work."

"No, take the call. I need a minute to think."

"Debbie."

"Please, just let me breathe." She sat down next to Krystal and put her head down. Krystal rubbed her back. I stepped over to the kitchen counter and answered, making sure Krystal and Debbie were out of the frame as my father's weathered face appeared on my phone.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, boy," John said. "How've you been?"

"I'm all right."

"Yeah? You make it to Debra's house safe?"

"Yes. I'm with her now."

"All right. Good enough."

"Yeah," I said. "What, uh, what can I do for you?"

I wanted to get through this conversation and go back to Debbie.

"Just wanted to check up on ya."

"I'm fine, Dad, really."

"You know, boy, you can come back any time you like."

My sister raised her head and looked at me. It was bad timing for him to say that. I was worried my sister might want me to agree. I looked at the old man's face on the screen.

"Why? I like it here. There's plenty of peace and quiet."

"Yeah? I don't believe that. I think that girl's a bad influence on you, boy. Vegas is no place for a god-fearing young man with integrity. That girl has a twisted soul. You're better off coming back home."

I clenched my fist behind the camera. "You'd be surprised. Her moral compass is all that's keeping me in check."

"Then you need to come back home, and I'll set you straight."

"And if I come back, are you gonna slug me when I misbehave again?"

"Boy, don't start crying about that. It makes you sound weak."

My sister stood up. "What?"

"The only reason I didn't hit you back is because I respect my elders, and knocking out a 60-year-old man with lung disease would probably put me in jail."

"Hell, boy, I wanted you to hit me back," John said. "I wanted to see if you were a man or a pussy."

"You fucking asshole!" Debra said, moving into the frame over my shoulder. "Andrew is more of a man than you will ever be!"

"Hello, Debra. I don't think you know Andrew well enough to tell me that."

"I know him. My only regret is that I left him with you when I ran away. I should have come back for him. God knows you didn't take care of him."

"It wasn't your job to take care of him. You aren't his mama. Damn, you aren't even his sister, because you damn sure aren't my daughter."

"Dad, what the fuck?" I said.

My sister raged. "Fuck you! I wish that was true! I'd love to know that mom cheated on you and that some other guy did knock her up. I hate that I share any blood with you!"

John gave a wheezing laugh. "You think Mary cheated on me?"

"I wouldn't be surprised! You're a heartless bastard. I wouldn't care who my father is, as long as he wasn't you!"

"Oh, I know who he is," John said. "And he's in the cold ground, right beside your mama."

"Wait, what?" I said. "You mean mom did cheat? Debra's my half-sister?"

Debra looked stunned too. As much as she liked to believe she wasn't John's daughter, I don't think she really believed it until now.

"That's... not..." Debra was lost for words.

"I don't suppose that old secret matters much anymore. No, kiddo, you aren't mine, and I had a hard fucking time pretending you were. You're not even Mary's."

I looked at Debra. She was staring at the screen in disbelief. "That's a lie!" Debra said.

"No lie," John said, coughing to clear his throat. "Aunt Jean was your mama, Mary's sister. In the ground the day after you were born, along with her man. Died coming back from the hospital. Shoulda buckled up."

"You, you're making this up," Debra said.

"You know Mary, she had a soft spot for lost kittens. I told her to give your worthless ass up for adoption, wouldn't hear of it, wanted you as a daughter, did all the paperwork. She and I fought like hell over it. She didn't want you to grow up without a mother. That's the fucking truth, and it's not my job to hide it no more. My job is to protect my boy, my only child. You see, you and I, we got no blood, so I got no responsibility to you, and I don't want my son around no Vegas whore."

Debra turned and ran away.

"Goddamn it, Dad!" I said. "She's not a whore! What the fuck? If that's all true about her mother, why, what kind of monster wants to throw away a baby girl, his wife's niece? I guess you, that's who!"

"Boy, a baby is no puppy. It's an expensive thing, a long commitment, and an act of holy patience. Mary and I were trying for a child when Debra came along, derailed our lives and put everything on hold. That little girl cried all the time too, never shut the fuck up. I had to wait five more fucking years for you, drove Mary and me apart, little bitch ruined us. She's goddamn lucky I let her live in my house for as long as I did."

I was so disgusted by him. "You... fuck you. How could you treat her like that? You never change. You're just a hateful old man. I'm not like you. It doesn't matter if she's blood. She's my sister, and I love her. And I'd rather have her in my family than you."

"Now, boy, calm down."

I hung up and looked for Debra. She had run off into the bedroom. I followed, finding Krystal sitting on the bed with her. She had her hand on Deb's back while she cried face-down into a pillow.

"Deb?" I said.

"Give her a minute," Krystal said. "It's a big shock."

I sat on the bed beside Krystal, leaning forward. I wasn't sure what to say anyway. Deb rolled over.

"I'm fine," Deb croaked, wiping her red eyes.

"Deb, it's going to be okay," Krystal said. "You don't need that guy. We're your family. You got me, the best sister ever, and Andrew, the best brother ever. What more do you need?"

Debbie wiped her eyes. "You're the best sister ever?"

"Well, not the best. I do eat all your food, come and go as I please, almost always fuck your boyfriends, but you know I love you."

Debbie smiled despite herself.

"And Andrew," Krystal continued, "is really the best brother ever. I mean, the guy adores you and is literally in love with you."

I blushed but didn't say anything.

Debbie glanced at me. "That's nice, but I just lost two parents I didn't even know I had."

"So what?" Krystal said. "You had an amazing mother who adopted you and raised you as her own. Yes, you had a shitty stepdad, welcome to the general population, but your adopted mother really loved you."

"She loved Andrew more than me."

"Well, of course, she probably did. That's her son. But that doesn't mean she didn't love you. Hell, she fought that bastard year after year, tooth and nail, to keep you and raise you as her own."

Debbie bit her lower lip and nodded. "I guess so."

"I know so. Andrew will tell you the same." Krystal stood up, giving me her spot. "I'm going to head out and give you two a chance to talk."

"You're leaving?" My sister sat up, wiping her nose.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure Andrew and I aren't gonna fuck, so you don't need me around anymore." Krystal winked at me. "And, Debbie, you do realize this technically means you two are only cousins now, right?"

"Krystal..." Debbie said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm serious," Krystal continued. "Deb, stop playing games with him. He loves you. You love him. You're not siblings anymore. You two can fuck all you want."

"Krystal!"

"Okay, going. I'll see you at work tomorrow. Keep those legs strong."

"We're not going to!" Deb shouted after her, but Krystal had vanished with the sound of the front door closing. Debra looked at me. "We're not, right?"

I shrugged. "That's up to you, always has been. But you're still my sister, always will be. Or maybe you still want Krystal to do the job."

She fell back on the bed and covered her eyes with her hands. "No."

I lay beside her, looking up. "You didn't really want me to sleep with her, did you?"

"I don't know," she said, her hands falling to her sides, looking up at the ceiling. "No. I'd probably hate her afterward. Actually, I think I'm going to hate any woman you sleep with. It makes my stomach boil."

"Then why do you keep pushing for it?"

"Because I'm trying to get over you, but I'm too dumb to come up with a better plan, and it's a turn-on when you refuse other women for me."

"Will you let it go now, me and Krystal?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't want to think about it. I got some pretty bad news, you know?" she said, sniffling and wiping her nose.

"Deb, I'm sorry. Who knows, maybe he lied."

She shook her head. She looked at me with red, wet eyes. "No. I feel it, like this curtain is open and I can see the truth. My parents are gone, and I never even got to know them."

"But mom always said---"

"Your mom."

"Deb, your mom too, she loved you so much."

Deb sniffled and rubbed her nose. "You know, I was so jealous of you when I was little."

"Why?"

"Mom, Mary, she loved you so much more."

"Stop it."

"I knew it back then. You were the favorite. She really loved you. I was just there."

"That's not true. Mom loved us both equally," I said.

"You don't remember. You don't. You can't say that."

"Fine, I don't care," I said. "All I know is that I love you now, and I loved you then."

"Andrew, we're not siblings, we're not---"

"I don't give a fuck!" I yelled at her, sitting up. "I don't care how thick our blood is. I love you, and I think it's a good thing, because this is what you wanted."

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wished I wasn't your brother."

"Oh, I get it. So, now, you think we can fuck, is that it? You're happy I have no family?"

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes, you did." She looked away. "We're both thinking it. Even Krystal thought it. It's still wrong. It doesn't change anything."

"It does. Not for me, but for you. I know it does."

She sat up and took a deep breath, and with saddened eyes and shrunken shoulders, she said, "Fine. I'm ready. Let's have sex."

"Huh?"

"I'm serious, Andrew. You're right. I do feel like I lost a brother. Or I guess I never had one. My heart is broken because what we had is gone. But if you're not my brother, why should you love me? Why stay with me? I couldn't bear it if you left. So, if the only way to keep you in my life is with sex, use me, fuck me. I really don't care anymore."

Her eyes were glossy as I stared at her. I lifted her chin. "Deb, your heart is a tumultuous ocean. Your mind is a rudderless ship. I swear, I have no idea what you really want, even while I simultaneously believe everything you say."

She blinked, and a tear escaped. "I'm not being flippant. Really. I'll get over this. But in the meantime, you're a man, you have needs---"

"I only need you. You didn't lose me, and you never will. I don't want to be your brother, I don't want to be your cousin, I just want to be your man." I stood up and held my hand out to her. "Come on."

She looked at my hand. "Where are we going? Did you want to fuck me somewhere else?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to fuck you, not yet. I'm going to change the way you see me."

"I don't get it. How?"

"Take my hand, and I'll show you."

She bit her lip but took it. I pulled her up.

"Get dressed."

I went to the dresser and changed into my jeans. And then I put on the only nice shirt I had, a white polo.

"We're leaving?" she said in confusion.

"Yes."

"It's hot out. What's wrong with a tanktop and jean shorts?"

I chuckled. "Nothing. It's perfect. Come on."

I took her hand again and led her out of the room. I was moving fast; my destination, my decision was set. She was surprised as she followed me to the door.

"Put on your shoes," I said.

I stepped into my sneakers. She stepped into a pair of sandals.

"I don't get it. You don't want to fuck me now?"

"It's always sex with you," I said, shaking my head and looking down at her as she situated her sandals. She had to latch a small strap around each ankle. "Didn't I just say I'm not going to fuck you? Let me make this clear. Neither your brother nor your cousin is going to fuck you."

She stood up. "So... you're really not interested in having sex anymore?"

"Yeah," I said, leaning a little closer. "You got your way. Now come on."

She was bewildered and disappointed as I took her out the door. She didn't talk as we went downstairs and set out along the sidewalk. She held my hand in silence, her mind racing behind her darting eyes. I gave her a confident smile. I knew she was at a low point, but I also knew how to bring her back up. Or at least, I hoped I did.

"Where the hell are we going?" Impatience and heartbreak layered her voice.

"For a walk."

"If you think a walk in the Vegas sun is going to make me forget that you're my brother-cousin---"

"Oh, would you get off that?" I said tiredly. "I don't care about those labels anymore."

"I care."

"I know. That's why we're going for a walk. It should be just a couple more blocks."

"I'm confused," she said. "And what you said kind of hurt. You don't want me anymore?"

I looked at her again. "I want you. We're just not going to have incest sex."

She swallowed. "But I said I would."

"Do you love me?" I asked nonchalantly as we walked.

"Of course, Andrew. Why are you even asking a stupid question like that?"

"No, I mean really love me. Like, trolly-problem-solved kind of love."

"I have no idea what you just said."

I chuckled. "I mean, is it real love, like true love, like forever love?" I paused at a crosswalk and looked at her. "Because that's how I love you."

She looked up at me with big, soulful eyes. "Andrew, I... yes, okay, yes. I love you, I'm in love with you, true love, head over heels, the whole thing. But that doesn't mean---"

"Ah, stop there. That's all I needed to hear."

"Then why are we walking toward the strip? If you love me so much, why didn't you fuck me ten minutes ago? And why are you saying you'll never fuck me?"

"I didn't say never. I said I wasn't going to fuck my sister or my cousin."

We were walking again.

"Well, I'm sorry," she said in anger and annoyance. "I can't be anything else but one of the two, so I guess it doesn't fucking matter if we love each other."

I turned a corner and stopped, the cars zooming by us. There was a white building with neon lights that read, "The Chapel of Matrimony." And below that, "Elope today!"

"Here we are," I said.

She was frozen, staring at the building, her jaw on the Vegas sidewalk.

"Why? What are you...? You aren't--- how do you even know about this place?"

"While you've been busy modeling and writing notes, I've been exploring."

"But we can't---"

I took her hand again and pulled her to the door.

"Andrew, wait, no! I'm in a tanktop and jean shorts!"

Inside, there was a woman at a desk. Straight ahead was a red velvet curtain that was tied to either side of the entryway, which led into a long aisleway, chairs on either side, and finally to the altar. I could see a man in a black shirt, black shorts, and a white choker laughing and chatting with another guy in a Hawaiian shirt, holding a guitar. I approached the woman at the counter who was scrolling on her phone. She put it away.

"Welcome to the Chapel of Matrimony," she said. "How may I help you today?"

"One marriage, please," I said.

"Andrew, we can't get married!" Debra squealed. "This is nuts. Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, no," I said. "Didn't we just agree we love each other?"

"Yes, but---"

"We want to be together, don't we? You don't want me to leave you, and I don't want you to leave me. I told you I'd change the way you see me. We're not siblings. We're not cousins. We're going to be husband and wife."

"Um," the lady at the counter spoke, "maybe I misheard, but you can't get married if you're related."

I looked at her. "Good. Like I just said, we're not siblings, we're not cousins."

"Oh, okay, great," the hostess said, pulling out a form from under her desk. "You'll need to fill this out for the marriage license. The state will mail you the marriage certificate in a few days."

"This is a legal wedding?" my sister screeched.

"Yes, ma'am. Our packages start at $300."

"$300? Perfect!" I said. "Does that package come with rings, by chance?"

"Yes, all of our weddings come with commemorative bands, as well as flowers for the bride."

I dug into my pocket, took out my $300, and set it down. "Better and better."

"We also have wedding gowns and tuxedos for rent, as well as a hair and makeup stylist onsite. That's extra, of course," the woman added.

"No, thank you."

I took up the pen and started to fill out the paperwork. The hostess took the cash and put a small bouquet of white flowers on the countertop for Debra.

"You will have to return the flowers at the end of the ceremony," the woman said.

"Oh, my god, Andrew, slow down!" she said. "I'm freaking out, and you're filling out paperwork."

"What's your social security number?" I asked.

"I... 515-12-387, but I don't want to do this."

"You can say no when the priest asks you then," I said.

"Andrew, I mean it!"

"Just so you know," the hostess said. "Our officiator is not a priest and is unaffiliated with any religious organization. However, he is licensed in the state of Nevada to officiate marriage ceremonies."

"Great," I said as I signed the bottom of the paper. "Sign here, Debra."

She glared at me. "I'm not signing that! You're not listening to me!"

"I am listening to you," I said. "You're just not saying anything worth hearing."

She gritted her teeth. "Fine, I will sign it, and you can waste your money, and I will go in there and say, no, I don't want to marry this idiot."

"Perfect. Sign."

She angrily signed her name.

"And I'll just need to see your IDs to confirm the paperwork is correct."

I surrendered mine. My sister dug into her purse and pulled out her wallet. She slapped hers down. The secretary was busy looking over the paperwork while my sister took out a small picture and held it up to me. It was us. She was ten years old, with my little four-year-old silly face smiling up at her while I sat in her lap.

"You see this? That's who you are to me, a stupid little kid."

I took the picture and smiled. "Look at that little guy. He was in love with you from the moment you met. He worshiped the ground you walked on. He still does." I handed it back. "If you'd rather keep me in your wallet, go ahead and say no at the altar."

"Andrew... please, let's just go home. We'll fuck and talk and figure this out."

"The only person I want to fuck is my wife."

Debbie flinched as the hostess stamped our paperwork. "Approved. Here's your license back. You're both in luck. There's no wait today, so you can go right in and meet the priest. Again, not a real priest."

"Great, thanks," I said.

I handed my sister her bouquet of flowers and then held my arm out to her. She looked down at it and then slipped her arm through mine. I took her through the red velvet curtain. It was a long, long walk down that aisle. The Hawaiian-shirt guy started playing the wedding march on his guitar, and the priest opened his arms.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome," the priest said. "And to whom do I have the honor of uniting in matrimony today?"

"Okay, I'm Andrew, and this is Debra," I said.

"Great, tell me a little bit about yourselves. Where are you from? What do you do? And give me your full names, and say it with Vegas flair!"

"Oh, I see," I said. "This is the sensual, sexy stripper Debra Barkiloko, all the way from New York," I said. My sister rolled her eyes at me. "I'm Andrew Barkiloko---no relation---also from New York. I recently graduated from military academy, but now I'm a bouncer."

"Uh, great, and you said there's no relation?" the priest asked with an eyebrow raised.

I cleared my throat. "Well, yeah. Barkiloko is like 'Smith' in New York; there's one in every town and a dozen in the city."

"All right then, moving right along. Jamie and Cersei---I'm sorry, Andrew and Debra, let's get married. Did you say one of you was a stripper? Which one was that again?" The priest chuckled.

Debra glared and shot back, "I'm the stripper. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all! That's perfect!" he said. "I love strippers. You look familiar now that I think of it. If you could just take off your top, I'm sure I'd recognize you."

"Hey!" I snapped.

"Only kidding, my son. We keep things light here. Nice to meet you both. Allow me to introduce you to the assembly!"

The only people in the assembly were the guitar player and a cameraman, who snapped one shot.

"Prints are $29.99 apiece. Let me now after," he said quickly.

"Thank you," the priest said. "Here we have the stripper from Saratoga Springs, Debra Barkiloko, and the Army Cadet from Albany, Andrew Barkiloko!"

"Westpoint, actually," I corrected. "But not the school, couldn't get in."

"Fine, the weasel from Westpoint. Nice to meet you both. I am your host with the most and marriage roastmaster extraordinaire, The Honorable Walter Fenton, esq. I also do stand-up on Fridays at the Giggle Company. Discount coupons are available at the front. Now, dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to unite Debra Barkiloko and Andrew Barkiloko, no relation, in unholy matrimony. If love is a sin, may we all burn in hell, for today we celebrate the love of these two fine people, a stripper and a space cadet. Fantastic. Please take your beloved's hands and turn to each other."

I took Debra's hands, and we faced each other.

"This is crazy," she said. "Andrew, we can't do this."

"It's always 'can't, can't, can't' with you," I said. "Give me a 'can,' just one, and I'll change your world."

She bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I could see her big tits raising and falling with the rapidness of her heartbeat.

"... and so," the priest continued, "without further ado, the vows. Miss Debra Barkiloko, do you take Andrew Barkiloko to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer---probably poorer---for as long as you both shall live?"

She licked her lips and stared at me. Her chest went on heaving. She did not answer.

"Take your time," the priest said. "It's a hard question. Let me know if you need those vows repeated or if you missed something. We could take out the richer or poorer part if you want. A lot of people don't like that."

"I do," she said with a gulp. "Damn it, I do. I swear to god if you don't say 'I do,' I'll cut that big, beautiful dick of yours off before you ever have a chance to lose your virginity."

I chuckled. "Have faith."

"What a lovely sentiment," the priest said.

Debra shot him a glare.

"The threat of genital mutilation always brings a tear to my eye. She's a keeper, son. And do you, Andrew Barkiloko, really want to take this crazy stripper---never put your dick in crazy---to be your lawfully wedded wife, remembering that she will get half of everything, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer?"

"Hell yes, I do," I said, squeezing her hands.

She bit her lip and smiled. "This is nuts."

"Are you sure you don't want a second to think it over?" the priest said. "Kidding! It looks like the young man's dick is saved. Now, the rings."

The priest pulled out two rings and handed Debra the first. It was silver in color, bigger than the other.

"How'd you know our sizes?" I asked.

"Kid, I do this a hundred times a day. I sized you both up the moment you walked in." He looked at Debra. "Now repeat after me: With his ring, I thee wed you, Andrew Barkiloko, Private Bouncer."

She rolled her eyes at him and said to me, "With this ring, I thee wed you, Andrew Barkiloko, a new man in my eyes."

I smiled. "I like that."

"Close enough," the priest said. "And now you, son: With this ring, I thee wed you, Debra Barkiloko, the dancer with the bouncing privates."

I sighed. "With this ring, I thee wed you, Debra Barkiloko, the only woman I've ever loved."

"Aww," Debra whined.

"Very nice, let's wrap this up," the priest said. "By the powers vested in me by the state of Nevada, in the name of the father, the son, and the king, Elvis Presley, proudly sponsored by our parent company Nero's Palace, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!"

I scooped up Debra and kissed her hard and fast, our lips coming together and molding into each other, our tongues battling for supremacy, and our noses laboring to keep pace. The photographer's camera flashed all around us.

"Thank you for visiting the Chapel of Matrimony. Please stop by again for all your future wedding needs. We also offer a 'Divorce-Delay, Renew Today' ceremony. Thank you, thank you. Please stop kissing now; customers are waiting."

We broke our kiss, burning and running down the aisle, even though there was no rice or balloons falling. There was another couple waiting at the red velvet curtains. Debra threw the next bride her flowers as we passed them and burst out into the sun.

"Oh my god!" Debra said. "Did I really just do that? Did we really just do that? Are we really married?"

"We did it," I said, turning her to me. "My bride." My hand found her cheek, and I lifted her jaw into another long kiss.

"Mmm, you taste different," she said.

"How do I taste?"

"Like... possibilities."

"What sort of possibilities?" I asked, pulling her hips to me, my crotch against her tummy.

"Like," she said, catching her breath, "sex. We can have sex. I can feel it. We can fuck, Andrew."

"Oh, thank god!"

"And cum." She grabbed my collar in her hands. "I want cum in me. And I want a baby. Not right this second, but before I turn 30. I don't want to strip after I'm 30. I want to be pregnant. I want to settle down. That's my dream. I guess I should have mentioned it before you said 'I do.' I never thought I could have it, but now I can. So, if this is real, if you're really my husband, that's what I want."

"It's real," I said, kissing her to shut her up.

"Mmm," she said, her hands hanging around my neck. "Really? You'll give me a baby one day?"

"Give me a few years of nonstop sex, and you can have as many babies as you want."

"Okay, deal! Let's start the nonstop sex right now!"

"Yes!" I said. "Back to our place?"

"No, I've got a better idea."

She took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. It was my turn to wonder where we were going.

Chapter 9

Submissive Sister

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

I laughed. "Yes, dear."

She led me to a casino hotel. Inside, we stepped up to the front desk, where a woman was waiting with a smile.

"Hello, and welcome to Nero's Palace. How may I help you today?"

"One room, please," Debra said. "It's our honeymoon."

"Oh, congratulations!" the woman said. "Let me see what I have open..."

"Can we afford this place?" I whispered to Debra.

"Nope." My sister dug into her purse and pulled out a coupon. "I got this as a tip a few months ago. I had no reason to use it until now."

She put it on the desk.

"Ah, you have a voucher? Fantastic." The woman clicked away on her keyboard. "Good news! I've found the perfect room for your honeymoon, and your voucher will cover the expenses for the first night. I'll just need to collect your information and a credit card for incidentals."

Ten minutes later, we were in the elevator. I immediately kissed Debra when the doors closed. She kissed me back, but I could see she was preoccupied. She kept glancing at the floor numbers ticking up one by one.

"Slow elevator," I commented, smirking at her.

She took a step back, catching her breath and chewing on her lip.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"It's almost time to fuck, huh?"

I grinned. "Oh yes."

"Andrew," she said, suddenly pacing across the length of the elevator. "Before we do this, I need you to tell me: how do you want me to behave?"

"What do you mean?"

"Should I be slutty or proper? Do you want me to shut up, look pretty, lie back, and behave like a good girl while you fuck me? Or do you want me to take the lead, tell you what to do, instruct you? Who do you want me to be?"

I laughed. "Deb, I want you to be you."

"No, I don't think you want that."

"I think I do."

"Look, I'm weird. I'm kinky. I'm gross. You deserve a chance at being normal."

"Deb, I'm about to fuck my sister-cousin-wife. I'm weird, kinky, and gross already."

"Oh, yeah..."

"Tell me what you want, Deb."

"Me? I just don't want you to be nice to me."

"Huh?"

"I put you through a lot. I don't deserve niceness. I was simultaneously begging and refusing to have sex with you. All I really wanted was for you to break down and fuck me."

"I kind of suspected that."

"I didn't want to be the one responsible. I wanted to blame you. I wanted to be fucked guilt-free."

I laughed. "And you're disappointed that I didn't break?"

"Yes! You should have fucked me days ago. You had so many opportunities. I literally took our clothes off last night, laid down with my legs open, and let you rub your hard cock against my wet pussy, and you're like, 'Does she want it? I can't tell.'"

"And then you asked me to stop. How dare I respect your wishes like that?" I chuckled.

"See how fucked up I am?" she said. "But you're better than me. You're perfect, and I don't deserve perfect. I deserve to be fucked like a whore."

"Deb..."

"I do, and that's how I want it. I want to push you away, and I want to say no to you. I want you to dominate me, overpower me, force me down, make me submit, and fuck me senseless, and I want you to know that I'll love every minute of it."

I put my hands on my hips. "And what if I go too far?"

"Let's use a safe word. Don't listen to anything else I say because I say stupid shit, but if I use my safe word, stop. Otherwise, don't. Just use me. Do whatever you want. It's your honeymoon."

"You really are kinky, sis. Tell me more."

"It's like, I feel so... sinful during sex, but if I tell you to stop, I'm no longer a sinner. I'm not fucking, I'm getting fucked. I love how that feels. And sometimes, I might say something to antagonize you, to get a reaction out of you, so you'll be mean to me."

"You really want me to be mean to you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I need it, or I get, like, in my head. Be rough with me, belittle me, tell me to shut up, slap me, manhandle me, put me in my place."

"You're telling me all of this now?"

"You weren't supposed to ever know this stuff, but since you're my husband and you're about to fuck me, I want you to know how I feel. I'm just so nervous because we're, I mean, because in my heart, you'll always be my brother."

I smiled. "And you'll always be my sister, but you're my wife now too, and it's going to be easy for me to give you what you want, how you want it."

"I know. I just don't want to ruin your honeymoon. So, if you want me to be quiet, lie still, and be a good girl, I can do that. Just tell me now, because I want you to enjoy tonight. I don't care about me."

"But I do care about you. And dominating you sounds a lot more fun anyway."

"Really?"

"I hope I don't disappoint you," I said.

"You'll never disappoint me," she said with a smile. "All I need is for you to hold me down, fuck me, and let me scream all the way."

"You'll get your wish. What's your safe word?"

"Orange Sherbert."

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand. She pulled me out, and we walked along the carpeted hallway, looking at door numbers. We found our room and paused in front of it. She turned to me. "This is it."

I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her. She yelped in surprise. I kissed her open mouth and held her lower lip between mine. She kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck and shoulders, her fingers in my hair.

"Mmm, my husband!"

"Come, my lady, over the threshold I'll carry you, and to bed I'll take you, where I'll ravage you, whether you like it or not."

She grinned. "Perfect."

She used the card key to unlock the door and turn the handle while I pushed it open and carried her inside. I kicked it closed behind me. We surveyed the room as I carried her in: a bathroom door to the left, a sofa, and a little kitchenette area to the right, and straight on was a big bed beside the tall glass that looked out over Vegas. I set her on her feet. She stared out into the sun-soaked city. The sun was starting to tease the horizon as the day wore on.

"It's a beautiful view. I think I can see our apartment from here."

"You're a beautiful view."

She turned to me, and I kissed her. My hands went for her breasts, groping them, squeezing and caressing, feeling her nipples atop the fabric.

"Mmm," she mumbled. "I guess we're done talking about the view."

"Yes, we're done," I mumbled as I kissed her. "You've kept me waiting long enough."

"And now you want some orphan pussy?"

I chuckled and swung my hand, slapping her ass and squeezing her cheeks. "No, I want sister pussy."

I took the bottom of her white tanktop and lifted it. It caught her heavy breasts, and they bounced as the fabric went over her head. My hands went to them. I cupped her soft breasts with both hands, my fingers passing over her nipples. They instantly hardened to my touch, encouraging me to give them a squeeze.

"I can touch you all I want now, huh?" I said deviously.

"You were never that good at look-don't-touch anyway," she countered.

I turned her to me and smirked as I dipped my head, kissing her chest, my lips moving to her breasts, my mouth enveloping a nipple. She took a breath as my tongue passed over it and my teeth scraped it. However, before I could kiss my way over to her other breast, she stepped back, her bare tits jiggling as she moved away.

"Andrew, wait, can we slow down a little? I need a minute to get used to this. I'm so nervous that I'm nauseous." She held her tummy.

I pursued her. "No, I don't think so. You made me chase you endlessly the last few days. I've been wound up, spun around, teased, and played with long enough. Now that you have a safe word and I know what I want, you unleashed the beast in that elevator. If you run, I will bite."

She gulped. "Um, okay, you're kind of scaring me."

I laughed a quiet, evil laugh and came toward her. "Be scared. You said I could do whatever I wanted to you, because I'm stronger, faster, and bolder than you." I was in front of her. I reached up and took her by the neck. She lost her breath and grabbed my wrist. "Now, I've got you. It took me too long to realize I'm not the puppy chasing you; you're the bitch chasing me." I pushed her down to her knees by her neck. "Stay."

I let go of her neck. I took my polo by the bottom and lifted it up, tossing it aside. She stayed on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with big eyes. Bare chested, I petted her head, my fingers in her hair. I gripped her hair tight in my fist and pulled her head closer to my crotch.

"That's what you are, isn't it? A bitch in heat, shoving that hot cunt up against me since the moment you sniffed me, taunting me with it, and all the while begging me not to fuck you."

She gulped and licked her lips. "That's not entirely fair. I've been trying---"

"Shut up. Open my pants and take out my cock."

"Don't tell me to---"

"Shut up," I repeated. "Do as you're told, or I'll find a bitch who will."

"Yes, sir."

She closed her mouth, tucking her lower lip between her teeth, a giddy little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes focused on my jeans. Her delicate fingers went to the buckle, and she opened it, pulling on it to release the clasp. And then she worked the button, slipping it through. Finally, she pinched the zipper between her fingers and drew it down.

"Take them off," I directed her.

She pulled my pants down, and once they were at my feet, I stepped out of them, as well as my shoes and socks. I stepped forward again, bringing my crotch to her face. I took her hair into a ponytail and pulled her closer, her face mashing right up against my cock, still inside my underwear. I was getting harder in anticipation. She inhaled, her mouth falling open.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked.

She shook her head, her face brushing back and forth across my cock. "No, sir. I don't want it." She looked up at me. "I'm not a bitch in heat. I'm your sister. Your cousin. Your wife. You should be nice and respectful to me."

I snorted. "I tried that, remember? Take it out."

She shook her head again, her nose batting my cock. "No, sir. Not until you apologize for calling me a bitch."

With my hand holding her hair tight in a ponytail, my other hand came up alongside her face. I petted her cheek, and then I gave her a quick, hard slap. She gasped.

"Ow!"

"Every time you say no to me, I'm going to slap you. If you want an apology, here it is: I'm sorry I didn't fuck you sooner. I should have seen through your bullshit drama on day one and realized a slut like you doesn't know the meaning of the word 'no.' So I'll teach it to you. Go ahead and say no to me one more time."

"Mmm," she hummed in her throat. "No, sir."

My hand flew again, and I slapped her cheek.

She gasped, taking a quick breath. "Oh, wow."

"Are you ready to obey? Take that cock out before I get really mean."

She looked up at me. "Mmm, please, sir, no, don't make me."

I slapped her again, this time harder, her head rocking to the side. She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering.

"Fuck. Oh, my."

"I'm not going to tell you again. Take my cock out."

She took a few quick breaths. "Okay, okay. Yes, sir, fine. I'll take your man-cock out of these little-boy underwear, you big meanie." She bit her lip and lifted her hands. Her fingers curled around the waist of my underwear, and she finally pulled them down. "But I'm not kissing or sucking anything until you say you're sorry for being mean to me."

My cock bounced free, hitting her in the face. She closed one eye. My underwear fell to my feet, and I kicked them away.

"You are going to kiss it, and you're going to suck it, and you're going to worship it, because I know you fucking love it, don't you? Tell my cock you love it."

She shook her head again, deliberately brushing her nose and lips and face across the shaft, her chin on my balls as she looked up at me.

"No, sir, I won't. It's supposed to be my wedding night. You have to be nice to me."

"It's my wedding night," I said, my hand slapping her face. Her mouth opened in a soft gasp. "You've already been fucked a hundred times over by a hundred different men, haven't you, slut?"

She bit her lip, and I saw her eyes gloss. "That was really mean."

I smirked at her. "The truth is always mean." I took the base of my cock in my hand. "So, which is it? Are you a bitch-in-heat or a VIP-slut?" I slapped her face with my cock and rubbed it across her skin and over her nose, poking her cheek.

"I'm a princess," she said. "You wanted to marry me, so it shouldn't matter. I'm yours now."

"You're a disobedient princess. Open that mouth and suck my cock."

"Nmm-nmm" she said, shaking her head and brushing her lips across the tip of my cock. She spoke slowly, her lips teasing the tip of my cock. "Tell me I'm a good girl and you forgive me for being a slut and a bitch, and then I'll suck it."

I slapped her face with my cock again and rubbed it over her cheeks and lips, prodding her full lips with my cock tip. With my other hand, I gripped her hair again, tilting her head back.

"Stick your tongue out."

Again, she shook her head, partly opening her lips, brushing them back and forth against my mushroom tip. She hummed, "nmm-nmm nmm-nmm," against my cock. It felt heavenly, but I wanted in her mouth now.

"I said open up."

I slapped her face once more, harder this time. She jerked, her lips opening and closing on my cockhead, like a long kiss before she took them away. She looked up at me with her frowny lips trembling against my cockhead.

"Open now, or I'll put you on that bed with your head over the edge, and I'll fuck your throat."

"Oh my god, Andrew, on our wedding night?"

I thought I had gone too far, but then the corner of her mouth curled.

"Fine, sir, I'll obey. You're such a mean master." Her mouth opened, and her tongue rolled out.

I grinned and rubbed my cockhead across her outstretched tongue. "Perfect. Finally, some obedience. Now swallow your big brother's cock."

"You're my little---"

She did not finish before my cock was in her mouth, grinding into her tongue as I pushed, holding the back of her head. I sighed in pleasure at the heat and wetness of her mouth. She knew what to do, and she expertly began sucking my cock, licking it, and pushing her lips up and down along my shaft.

"Fuck, I needed that," I said in mental exhaustion. My cock throbbed, thankful to be in a warm, wet hole of sorts.

"Mmm, I hope you like it, sir," she said, her hand wrapping around the base, stroking it as she began kissing along the shaft and licking it, "because I'm going to suck your cock until you cum. I won't leave you with any energy to fuck me."

"Always taunting me," I mumbled. "I plan on cumming in your pussy."

She glanced up at me. Her mouth opened, and when it closed, I felt her teeth around the tip of my sensitive cockhead.

"Ah!"

However, Debra only applied enough pressure to send shivers of pleasure down my cock and up my spine. Then she removed my cock from her mouth. Her hand continued working my long shaft, squeezing and pumping it as she looked up at me.

"You're not cumming in my pussy."

"Oh, really?" I said, looking down at her.

"Nope. In fact, you're not even gonna fuck me."

"Oh, here we go again."

"I told you, I'm a little nauseous. Maybe tomorrow, when I'm used to being a wife. Tonight, I'm still a sister, or at least a cousin. Either way, I'm not fucking this thing. I'll suck you until you cum. That's all my tummy can handle."

"You're gonna feel something in your tummy, all right, and it's gonna be my cock breaking your guts."

Her mouth hung open in shock. "You, sir, are much filthier than you've let on. All that boy-scout shit was a hustle."

"And you're a fucking cocktease. Stop running your mouth and start running your mouth on my cock."

I pushed my cock back into her mouth, and she obediently sucked it. I took another calming breath. She was indeed an expert cock sucker, and I had to be careful she didn't take me too far. Her tongue skillfully curled and ran along the underside of my sensitive shaft, and back up along the tip, pressing against the mushroom head, dipping between the piss-slit, and then back down my shaft as her lips kept a tight grip on it, mimicking a pussy I'd never felt wrapped around me.

"Fucking hell, you're good at that. Years of experience sucking hundreds of cocks, I guess," I mumbled.

She pinched my cock with her teeth again, and I flinched.

"Meanie," she said, stroking my shaft with her hand. "I'm surprised you wanted to marry such a filthy whore."

"You're not a filthy whore, you're a filthy slut," I said. "But you're my filthy slut now, understood? So you'd better warm up to the idea of getting fucked by this cock, because it's the last one you'll ever have."

She spit on my cock and stroked in the saliva while more ran down her chin. "I'd rather be celibate than have this ugly cock in my pussy."

"Ugly?"

"Yes. It's disgusting. My brother's cock, and here I am, sucking on it. No way am I letting it anywhere near my pussy. Just looking at it turns my stomach."

"I'll be turning your stomach soon enough."

"You won't," she said, looking up at me. "You're too scared to fuck me unless I ask for it, and I'll never ask for it. You're a boy scout deep down, too scared to fuck a woman unless she promises consent. Is that why you married me, to get legal permission to fuck me, because you're too scared to man up and take it?" She wore a cocky grin while she stroked my cock.

"You rude little bitch. Goddamn, you're the mean one, not me."

I grabbed her by the neck, and she gasped in shock. I lifted her up and pushed her toward the bed. "That's it. I'm gonna fuck you right now, and if you keep running your mouth, I'll dump you in the morning."

I pushed her back, and she stumbled and fell on the bed. I climbed after her, grabbing at her jean shorts. She struggled as I tore the button open and didn't bother with the zipper. I used my strength to rip and pull the shorts down her thick thighs.

"Ow, fuck," she whined. "You can't dump me. You put a ring on it. You're stuck now with a woman you can never fuck."

"You fuck around too much, and now you're about to find out," I said. My pulse was up; my adrenaline was high. She really was getting under my skin; now I wanted under hers.

The shorts flew off her feet, her sandals with them, her panties half hanging from her hips, her pelvis partially exposed. She tried to crawl away from me, but her power was nothing compared to mine. I grabbed her ankles, yanking her back and dragging her toward me. I grabbed her panties and ripped them off.

"Ahh!" she yelped. "Wait, you're really gonna do it, like, right now? You're actually gonna fuck me?"

"No," I said. "I'm going to rape you... with my tongue."

I smirked and climbed down between her legs.

"Oh, gross, wait, no," she said, trying to push my head away as I came between her legs. "I don't want you, yuck, slobbering all over my pussy. I didn't give you, ohh, permission."

My tongue plunged into her vagina, and she groaned, struggling, and then pausing as my tongue wiggled. Her legs fell open wider, and her head went down on the bed, her arms akimbo.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Only you would, mmm, tongue rape a girl, sicko."

I devoured her pussy, licking up and down her slit, crossing her clit, closing my mouth around it, and sucking before I moved my tongue back down.

"Fucking hell," she said. "Is this what you dreamed about when you were younger? Getting between your big sister's legs, eating my pussy? Gross little panty-sniffing pig."

"Actually, I dreamed about fucking you, which I'm going to do in about 60 seconds."

"Admit it, you stole my panties, sniffed them, licked them, and jerked off with them, didn't you?" she said with a heavy breath.

"I admit it," I mumbled, eating her wet snatch, my tongue slurping along her clit.

"I knew it," she said tiredly. "God, I used to go in your room and look into your waste basket to see how many cum-filled tissues you had. I'd open them up; they were all so gooey. You're so fucking gross. Every day more and more."

I paused, looking up at her. "You nasty little slut."

She looked down at me. "Oh, shut up and eat pussy, simp. I know what you're doing. You're too scared to fuck me, so you're eating pussy to stall. Pathetic."

"Scared?" I said angrily. I gave her pussy a rough lick and then climbed up, my cock raging hard. She closed her legs at the knee to protect her pussy.

"Mmm, all that posturing. You think you look big and bad and intimidating, but I see a scared little boy."

"I'm a horny husband who wants to lose his virginity."

She giggled and shook her head. "Nope. The only way you're getting this pussy is if you rape it, and I know you won't do it."

"You think you're so clever, always trying to manipulate me, but I'm well ahead of you. It's not even about permission anymore; it's about domination. I am fucking determined to put you in your place and make you beg for me to fuck your pussy."

Her arrogant smirk fell away. "What? Andrew, no, I mean, I thought... Andrew, don't make me beg for it. I'm not going to do that."

I leaned against her closed legs. They broke open with ease. Her feet stayed firmly planted atop the bed. I kissed her tummy and bit her loose skin. She yelped. I swallowed a nipple and sucked. She moaned, and held my head for a moment, squeaking when my teeth pinched her breast. Next, I kissed her hard on the lips, and she snorted air in through her nose. Her legs slid open wider beneath me as I stayed on all fours, kissing her lips, our tongues intertwining. She continued to move, lifting her pussy and ass, scooting closer while her legs stretched on either side of me, my cock hanging down between her thighs, aimed at her pussy.

I broke the kiss and looked down. "Slut. You're practically begging for me to fuck you."

"No, I'm not," she said breathlessly. "Like I've always said, if you're going to fuck me, I can't stop you. I just know you're too nice to rape me."

"Maybe I am too nice to rape your pussy, or maybe I just want to win and hear you say the one thing you don't want to say."

Her nose crinkled. "You know what? I'm not going to make this easy for you." She stared into my eyes, and then her legs clasped at the knee. "You want it? You're gonna have to learn to be mean and take it." She turned her head. "I don't even want to look at you while you do it, if you can do it."

I sat up on my knees, and then I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She yelped in surprise as she repositioned, getting up on her knees. She looked back and then looked away.

"Oh, is this easier for you, fucking me from behind, like the bitch you said I am?" She put her face in the pillow, one eye back on me. "Fine. Do it if you can. Mount me and fuck me if you think I want it so bad. Come on, virgin." She rocked her ass from side to side, her butt cheeks rippling. "Rape this slutty pussy if you're man enough to do it."

I stared down at her pussy: wet, soaking wet, damn near dripping down her thighs. I could feel the heat coming off it from behind her, like standing next to a bonfire. I rested my hand on her ass cheek, and my thumb found her slit. I traced it up and down. It was so wet from eating it, so red and welcoming. It swallowed up the tip of my thumb effortlessly.

"Mmm, still stalling?" she said. "Or maybe you think your cock won't fit? Maybe it won't. Mmm, yeah, I bet it's too big to fit. I don't know why I've been so worried. The first time I saw that cock, I should have known there's no way it's gonna fit in this little pussy. I may be a slut, but I'm still too tight for a cock as big as yours."

I smirked. "You're right. I don't think it's going to fit there," I said as I held my cock, dragging the cockhead across her slit, carefully moving the tip up and then back down along her wet lips. Her cunt opened, trying to wrap around my bulb and suck me in. Debra wiggled her ass as she tried to push back to take me in. I could tell how much she wanted it.

"Do it," she taunted. "You said you'd rearrange my guts. I'm already sick to my stomach from having my little brother's big cock knocking at my pussy. I can't even believe this is happening, but if you want to show me that you're a man, do it."

"I need more lube to get into such a small hole," I said. I spit down, and a glob of saliva landed on her asshole. It was a pink little asshole, so nice and clean, tight and untouched, perfectly flawless in the way it stayed locked up tight.

"You missed," she said, glancing back at me.

"Did I?" I held out my hand to her. "Spit."

She spit into the palm of my hand. I smirked and then rubbed my fingers across her mouth and chin, where all the saliva from her cock-sucking still clung. Then I brought all of it back, massaging my cockhead and shaft.

"Come on," she said urgently. "I promise, if you're going to rape my pussy, you don't need to worry about lube. My cunt is dripping."

"I can see," I said. I batted her bottom with my cock a few times.

"Do it, Andrew. Please just... rape me."

I looked up at her. "Oh, I am. But I'm not going to rape your pussy, sis. I'm going to rape your asshole."

"Um, huh?" she said in genuine confusion.

I grinned as I let my cock rest between her ass cheeks. "I'm gonna fuck you in that virgin asshole."

Her eyes bugged out. She started to turn away, but I grabbed her hips.

"Don't," I said. "Stay."

"Andrew, I, okay, not funny."

"Shhh," I said. "You teased me about losing my virginity so often, didn't you? But you're the one who is going to lose your virginity tonight." I began massaging her asshole with my thumb, gently pushing against it, rubbing the saliva into the puckered star.

"Okay, you're scaring me," she said. "I, I'm not ready for that. I'm not. Andrew, please."

"Your pussy is almost mystical," I said. "It's been denied to me so many times that I don't feel welcome there anymore."

"Oh my god, you're serious. You're really serious. Okay, no, you're welcome in my pussy, really, just take it, Andrew, really, it's yours."

"I will, after I take your asshole. We'll lose our virginity together, and then I'll fuck that pussy, because I know once I'm in your asshole, you'll beg me to take it out and put it in your pussy."

"Andrew, please, you're really scaring me."

"Shh, it's okay, sis. You wanted to be submissive. Nothing is more submissive than getting fucked in the ass. You're mine now. I own you."

"Please, okay, just hold on. This is like real rape now, Andrew. I don't know if I can do it."

"Oh, you can do it," I said, rubbing my cockhead along her ass crack. "If you love me, you'll give me anything. So, give me your asshole as a sign of devotion on our wedding night, and then I'll know you'll always be mine. Now, stay still."

"Oh, god, oh god," she simpered, turning her face to the pillow. "Oh god, please be gentle, Andrew."

"Here we go, sis," I said.

As I leaned against her, my cockhead met the resistance of her asshole. She yelped. It slipped as I pushed, and I nearly went into her pussy, but I pulled back, re-aiming and pushing against that hole. She cried out again, muffled by the pillow. I saw her bite down and look back at me. Her asshole opened with the help of my thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. Finally, my cockhead popped in, and she screamed. Her head lifted up, and her teeth were clenched.

"Oh, my dear god in heaven!" she cried out.

"Oh, yes," I said as I penetrated her asshole.

My primal instincts took over and demanded more and more of this dark, tight hole. I pushed in, and my unyielding cock begged for more lube as her sphincter tugged at my sensitive cock skin. I pulled back a little, spit on my cock, and let the saliva do its job, and then I pushed back in, ripping through her asshole.

Debra squealed like a pig, and her feet kicked, but she kept her ass steady and her back arched. Her hand flew, and she slapped the bed over and over again. She suddenly spit desperately into her hand and reached back, slathering my shaft with more saliva. She did it a second time, and I spit down as well, hitting my shaft, where it vanished inside her tight asshole.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "You're in my ass!"

"Yes, I am," I said breathlessly, looking down at my shaft.

I pushed farther, letting the length of my cock sink into her asshole.

"Slow!" she begged. "Please! Fuck my ass slow! Oh, I beg you. I beg you, please, slow, dear god!"

I did as she begged, slowly easing my cock in and out of her asshole. My shaft throbbed in response, begging me to fuck and reave her open, to destroy it, but she was my beloved sister, my estranged cousin, my wife, my true love. It was enough just to be inside her ass.

"Fuck that's so... tight."

"Dear god," she whispered urgently. "Oh, dear god, forgive me for my sins. I'm dying."

"You're okay, sis."

"Please," she said. "Oh my god, I have a cock in my asshole. I really have a cock in my ass. I can't believe it. I never thought this would happen. I really didn't."

I repositioned my hands, holding on to her bony hips, a pair of perfect handholds. She whipped her head around.

"Oh my god, are you going to fuck me?"

I chuckled. "I already am fucking you."

"I mean, wait, you're not going to ram it in and out of my ass, are you?"

I withdrew slowly, and then I gave her a firm thrust forward, pulling her hips toward me. She cried out, and her face hit the pillow again. Her feet kicked, and her nails dug into the sheets. That once puckered asshole stayed clasped to my long shaft, with zero space between her skin and mine, an airtight seal that left no room for anything else. The spit from our mouths was doing its best to guide the way.

"Fucking hell!" she cried out. "I can't believe I'm really getting fucked in the ass by my little brother! This is not happening! This is unreal!"

"Mmm, god, it's happening," I said as I gently rocked my cock in and out of her asshole.

"Oooh, dear god!" she said, her body shaking. "Andrew, please, I can't take much more of this! I swore to myself I wouldn't say my safe word, but your cock is so huge in my ass, I feel like I'm being sawn in half! Please, dear god, I'm going to pass out from the pain. My asshole wasn't ready for this. I'm begging you, please take it out. Please don't make me say the word. I'll hate myself for saying it."

"You're doing so well. But if you want me to stop, just ask me nicely to fuck your pussy, and I'll be happy to oblige." I humped her ass, giving her several nice, long strokes.

"Ow! Please, just wait, no more thrusts, please, a break, ten seconds, please!"

I leaned forward, driving my cock deep into her ass, deeper than before. My mouth reached her ear, and I whispered, "Who's weak? Who's a coward? Who did you call a simp?"

"God, forgive me! I was only teasing, a joke! Mercy! Please! I swear, I'll never be so disrespectful again!"

"Beg me to fuck your pussy, or I'll hold you down on this mattress and rail your asshole until you pass out."

She whimpered. "You win. You fucking win. Please, dear god, anything but this."

"Say it," I said, rocking my cock into her asshole, my chest to her back. She groaned deep in her guts, and her body shook.

"Please! Please, I beg you, Andrew, oh dear god, if you love me, take pity on me. Please take your cock out of my ass and fuck my pussy! I want it. God, I've wanted it so badly for so long. I just want to feel you inside me. That's all I want in the whole world. I don't care if it's incest, if it's immoral, if it's disgusting. I just want you to fuck me properly, like a man should fuck his woman. Do whatever you want to me, use me, anything, destroy my pussy if you want, but please don't put it back in my asshole."

"Good girl, my perfect wife. Mmm, yes, dear."

I withdrew my cock slowly, not to hurt her, but she wiggled forward with urgency, and my cock popped out of her ass. She fell forward in exhaustion, lying on her tummy. She reached back, holding her ass.

"Oh, dear god, my asshole is gaping. Fuck, that hurt so much."

But my throbbing cock could not wait for her to recover. I took her ankles and turned her, rolling her whole body over. Her legs submitted and fell open as her exhausted body was dragged toward my big, red, furious cock, hovering over her. She looked down at it in awe and horror.

"Oh god. Oh, no, wait!"

"No more games, sis. You begged for it. Ow---"

She slapped it. "Wait! Just, just one second, please."

She stretched to the endtable. There was a complimentary bottle of water there and a tissue box. She snatched up both, poured a bit of water onto the tissues, and urgently wiped down my cock. She behaved as if I would become impatient and ram it into her cunt, which I considered.

"It's filthy," she said, exhaustion layering her voice. "So filthy. Please, let me just clean it a little."

I smirked down at her. "Well, it was just in that filthy asshole of yours."

She nodded up at me. "It's bad enough that I have to have this ugly, big, disgusting, fat cock in my pussy. I don't want it covered in filth too."

She suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cockhead.

"Goddamn," I said in shock. She licked it, sucked hard, and then pulled her mouth away. Then she spit right on the carpet.

"Okay, clean," she said, wiping her chin. She lay back, her hands falling on her tummy, her big tits heaving up and down to catch her breath. "You won. Fuck me, rape me, use me, whatever you want, do it to me; just please leave my ass alone."

"All of the above," I said with a grin. I pulled her back into position by her ankles, and I brought my cock closer. As one last humiliation, I told her, "Put my cockhead in your cunt, sis."

"You big meanie. You're really gonna make me rape myself, aren't you?"

"Do as you're told," I said, "my sexy, submissive, slutty sister."

"Yes, sir, my big, mean, dominant brother," she said.

My sister brought my cockhead to her pussy lips, rubbing the tip up and down her slit a few times. She lifted her butt off the bed to position my mushroom cap right at her hole, and then she relaxed and drew me in. The cockhead slipped between her warm, wet lips. We both moaned, looking down at it, my shaft dipping into her folds.

"More," I said, and I leaned into her.

Her mouth hung open, and she groaned from deep in her belly as she watched it invade her vagina and disappear inch by glorious inch into her warm, wet vagina. She held her tummy as I leaned into her, coming down and mashing my lips against hers. She could barely breathe as I pushed my cock into her cunt and my tongue into her mouth.

"Oh, my lover," she said, her voice trembling on my lips. "Finally."

"Oh, wow!" I said.

It was the most heavenly experience of my life, the warmth and wetness, finally penetrating a woman. Even better, it was my sister, who I'd lusted after for so long. I looked down, watching as my cock vanished inside my sister's pink slit. I moaned in pleasure. I felt like a man the moment I entered her, a man capable of anything, and hearing her moan at the same time drove me wild. I loved this woman and her pussy. I didn't care if she was my sister, my cousin, my wife, or a stranger.

"Fuck, this feels so amazing," I said aloud.

"Better than my asshole?"

"God, yes, so much warmer, so much wetter, so many... walls."

"Mmm, glad you like it," she said, gently kissing my lips. "I really made you work for it, didn't I?"

"You did," I said, pulling back slightly before pushing back in again.

"Mmm, ohh, god, you're a perfect fit," she said with a happy breath. "You fill me up and stretch me at the same time. I really love your big cock, baby. Mmm, it hurts so good. My pussy will learn it. I promise."

I kissed her again. "Do you regret making me wait?" I asked, pulling back and giving her another thrust. Her eyes fluttered.

"Ohh, I regret every minute this cock isn't in me."

I chuckled. "And I made you beg for it."

She started to laugh but lost her breath as my cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

"Oohh. Mmm, I've had enough rape for one day. I just want love now. Fuck me and love me forever, little bro."

"Little bro? Is that what I am?"

"We're more now, so much more," she said, petting my face as I rocked my cock in and out of her, picking up speed.

"Oh, yes," I said.

I put our foreheads together, and we both looked down between us, watching my long shaft pierce through her pussy, legs stretched far apart. No doubt her stripping career gave her more flexibility than I had realized. Every thrust was completely unobstructed. Her cunt was hungry to swallow up my long cock.

"Goddamn, those legs of yours, your body is designed to take cock."

"Your cock. Wanna see a trick?"

She pushed my chest, and I sat up on my knees, looking down at my cock. She lifted her left leg first, higher and higher, until her knee was in her armpit. And then her other leg lifted, higher and higher, until it too was in her armpit, her body a pretzel, her feet in the air in my face, her toes stretching open as she looked up at me.

"You like that?"

"Wow." I started to pull back, ready to hammer my cock into her body with reckless abandon.

"Wait," she said. "Just one thing: be careful with me in this position. It's like your cock has an extra couple of inches, and with a cock your size, you'll wreck my insides if you ram me too hard. Try to be careful when you hit my cervix, or you'll really hurt me."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

I pulled back and pushed forward, driving my cock in as deep as I could go, slowly but with force. I felt her cervix easily enough, an unyielding wall of tissue and muscle that crushed up against my mushroom head, bending it.

"Ah, fuck," I mumbled.

"Oooh," she simpered. "Well, okay, a little harder... Oh, god, yes, there!"

I kept at her, my long, hard shaft sliding in and out of her welcoming cunt. She was trembling, from her lips to her legs.

"Oh, god, Andrew, I'm stuffed. I can't do this anymore."

"The legs?"

"No, I can't hold back cumming. This position, you're... ohhh." Her eyes rolled as I pulled back and pushed into her again. "Oh fuck. My G-spot, you're like, god, your cock is torturing it."

My hand rested on her pelvis. My thumb found her exposed clit. I began to caress it.

"Oh, god," she said, shaking her head. "You're gonna make me squirt if you touch my clit too. I swear, I'll drench you."

I pulled back and pushed my cock forward. Her whole body flexed, and she gave another deep groan. My thumb brushed her clit back and forth, her red nub swollen and throbbing. Her feet twisted in circles, her toes gaping.

"Stop, stop," she mumbled.

I gave her another thrust, harder this time, crashing into her cervical wall, grinding my shaft along inside her while my thumb rubbed over her clit. She looked like a possessed demon, her eyes spinning in her skull, her tongue rolling out of her mouth like she had brain damage.

"Fuck all brother god!"

There was a little squirt of juice from her pussy. It made me raise my eyes in surprise, but when I pulled back and gave another hard thrust and ran my four fingers across her clit, she screamed out and rocked backward. My cock slipped out, and a fountain of piss and girl cum shot at me, hitting me squarely in the chest and running down my body.

"Wow!" I shoved my cock back into her.

She groaned deeply and loudly, her nails clawing at her own thighs as she held them, screaming, "Dear, fucking, oh my holy!"

I was humping her now, slipping in and out of her wet pussy, frothy cream churning where my shaft met her pussy lips. She was still delirious, lost in her own world, one eye open, the other half closed, irises white, obscenities streaming from her mouth.

"Fucking god, forgive me, lord fucking, brother fucker, holy shit, going to hell, don't fucking care anymore, god, yes!"

Her pussy spit up a few more drizzles of girl cum, but I was too busy fucking her now to care. Watching her cum had driven me over the edge. I'd been trying to fuck slowly so as not to hurt her or cum too quickly, but that was over now. Now, I had to fuck hard and cum harder.

"Oh god, slower, slower!" Debra said as she came back from orgasm, her eyes returning to their normal position.

I didn't slow though. I was drilling her without rest, and I was so close that I couldn't stop myself anymore. Back and forth, smash-smash-smash into her pussy I went, like a drunk driver trying to parallel park. She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, and then her legs came down. Her hands grabbed my stomach to try to pace my thrusts, but her strength was nothing compared to the unstoppable force of my cock against the weakness of her soft cunt. She grunted and groaned along with me as I humped her pussy, holding to her hips to keep her steady. I leaned down over her, kissing her lips, putting all my weight on her body as my hips chiseled my cock in and out of her cunt.

"God, fuck, you're ripping my guts apart!" she screamed. "For god's sake, cum! Cum in my pussy, baby. Cum in my mouth if you want. Cum anywhere you want. I love it. I want it. I want to taste it and slurp it from your cock and make it nice and clean."

I moaned into her mouth as I kissed her and finally came.

"Ahh, ohh, ahhh fuck!"

My balls exploded, draining and erupting inside her pussy, a fire hose of sperm spraying her insides.

"Oh, dear god! That's so much cum! You're filling me up."

"Uh, uh, uh," I grunted with each thrust, my cock spasming inside her little pussy, jerking and spitting up more sperm. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting faster and faster, humping her like a dog, my body overcome. She kept her legs open to me, taking and holding my cock inside her pussy as I drained my balls.

"Oh god, yes," I said, my face against hers.

"Ohh, Andrew, yes."

"Mmm, fuck yes, Deb, yes."

"God, that's good. Oh, that's good. I wanted your cum in me. I love it."

"Deb, ohh," I said as my thrusts slowed. My cock dripped the last drops of its seed, turning hypersensitive in the comedown. Finally, I stopped, leaving my shaft buried in her. I was shaking as I held myself up on my arms. But my sister pulled me down, and I collapsed on top of her.

"Mmm, oh, my little virgin brother, you finally fucked a woman."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, panting into her neck, unable to close my mouth, drooling on her, my own heartbeat throbbing in my ears.

"Mmm," she cooed. "That's my good husband. You gave me so much cum, didn't you? Everything you had."

"Uh-huh," I repeated. Still buried inside her, my cock gave a tired throb. Her warm, wet, gooey pussy was so welcoming that I couldn't help but gently rock my hips, rewarding my sensitive shaft with a tiny spike of pleasure as it moved inside her gaping cunt.

"Mmm," she mumbled, echoing my minor movements by gently lifting her pelvis, moving my cock inside her. "You like that sister pussy?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Yeah."

She giggled. "You fucked me silly, and you fucked yourself silly."

I tried to nod, but had no energy for it. Instead, I pushed forward, and my cock slipped a little deeper inside of her before sliding back out. She cooed and stroked my head.

"See, if you would've put your big boy undies on, you could've fucked my pussy days ago," she teased.

I chuckled tiredly, summoning my strength to lift my head and kiss her lips. With her arms around me, she rolled me off and rolled with me, keeping my cock inside her as she settled down on top of me. She gently rocked her ass so her pussy slid up and down my slimy shaft, wetness dripping out of her cunt.

"Mmm, I think that was the best sex of my life," she said, kissing me.

"Mine too," I said with a silly smile.

"It's so crazy-weird we did this, but also so right, you know?"

"I know," I said.

"I had so much fun," Debbie said tiredly as she rested on top of me. "I know I was a pain with all the safe-word stuff. I feel like I really needed that for our first time." She looked up at me. "But I think I'm better now. We broke through. We did it."

"Yeah, I think so too. I really broke through that asshole."

She gasped. She climbed off me, and my cock slipped out of her. "Oh my god, you're evil. And oh my god, that was a lot of cum."

The cool air-conditioned room bit my cum-covered cock and balls and thighs and everywhere else I was wet. I grinned at her and pulled her back down. She crashed into me. I squeezed her tight in a hug. She gave me another quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm happy you fucked me in the ass," she said.

I gave her a suspicious look. "Yeah?"

"Yes. I deserved it."

"You kind of did."

I kissed her forehead as she settled down, her chin on my chest, her fingers tickling my tummy as she caressed it.

"I like being punished when I feel like I've been bad. But um, maybe not too often for anal, please, and maybe not so hard next time, and maybe a little more preparation beforehand."

"If you're good."

She pinched my tummy. "Stop it, meanie."

"Ow, okay. I'll be nicer next time. You needed mean tonight."

"I did. But I really need both, always." She looked up. "I need nice and I need naughty."

I petted her cheek. "I'll always give you what you need, sis."

"You're such a good boy, my little brother," she said. "Mmm, my husband."

"And you're such a naughty girl, my sinful wife."

The End