Father Figure

Father Figure

... That's all I wanted

Something special, something sacred

In your eyes

For just one moment

To be bold and naked

At your side...

George Michaels/ 1987

Waiting in the dark, I heard my sister open the front door. With an exaggerated effort, she softly closed the door and leaned heavily against it, letting out a sigh. Just as I was about to say something she broke down, quietly sobbing. Staying silent, I cursed mentally, fearing she'd been hurt yet again. I wasn't wrong. Slowly, she walked through the living room, heading for her room. The sobs had turn to sniffles...

"I know you're there Paul," she said in a weak voice, glancing over her shoulder looking in my direction.

"How?"

"You're always there - waiting," she answered, and turned to the staircase.

"Rach... can I do anything?" I asked, calling after her.

With no response, I heard her footsteps as she ascended the stairs, sounding heavy and labored. Letting out a sigh of my own, I rose from the recliner, heading off to my room. Rachel had not chosen well, once again. The story was getting old and it hurt, knowing her choices in men only served to degrade her.

Silently moving down the upstairs hall I noticed her door ajar. Slowing my pace, I turned my head looking through the door crack. Rachel sat at her vanity, removing her bra when she caught my gaze in her mirror. Without a word, she placed her bra on the vanity keeping her eyes on me. Closing and opening my eyes once, I completed the step I was taking, walking passed her room.

It was a surreal moment that etched her breasts into my mind. Once in bed, my thoughts turned to the last time I'd tried to talk to her. It didn't go well. Turning off the night stand light, I hoped for sleep to come quickly.

"I saw you looking last night."

They were her first words, as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know... sorry," I replied.

"Why did you do it?" she asked, going for coffee.

"Do what?" I questioned, playing ignorant.

"Look into my room."

I shrugged my shoulders, joining her at the counter.

"I didn't mean to... it was an accident, your door was partially open."

Not sure if she was buying my excuse I reached for the coffee carafe. She watched my every move, as she sipped on her coffee. I decided to change the subject.

"So, you wanna talk about what happened?"

"I... I'd rather not."

"Rach, you came in and started to cry... what gives?"

"Just a bad night is all," she answered, all too quickly.

"Jesus Rach," I said, feeling she wasn't telling the truth.

"Paul, please don't press it," she commented, walking away.

Shaking my head, I dropped the idea of any further talking. It was heading in the same direction as the first time I'd tried.

My sister is a stunning blonde with intense blue eyes and at twenty-one, she was all woman, a voluptuous beauty. Unfortunately, that fact played into her being used all too often. I loved my sister, but I was also in love with her. My instinct was always to protect her, which is one reason for my sharing an apartment with her. I thought it would be easy, but I was wrong.

"Hey, I can quit you know," I told her, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Quit what?"

"Waiting up for you."

Rachel laughed.

"No, you can't... besides I think it's kinda sweet," she responded, looking at me over the rim of her cup.

My comment had broken the ice and we were talking again. Small wrinkles formed in the corner of her eyes, lines that someone famous once said were wrinkles where smiles once were.

"Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted.

Reaching out, she tenderly gripped my arm, "I love you."

"Yeah? Well, I'm in... I mean, I love you too," I said, catching myself.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, and as her smile grew so did my embarrassment. My Freudian slip was caught by my sister, of that I was sure, and I cleared my throat.

"So, you wanna shower first?"

"No, you go ahead, just let me know when you're done," she said, leaning to kiss my cheek. "I'm going to finish my coffee."

"Yup, no prob," I replied, and walked off.

I found her comment curious, as the bathroom was between our rooms and she would clearly know when I was finished. Fifteen minutes into my shower I heard the door open.

Stupidly, I called out, "Who is it?"

"Seriously, who else is here besides you and me? Sorry, but the coffee caught up to me. I'll only be a minute," Rachel called out.

Our living together had gotten loose, so to speak. Besides the obvious communal areas, the bathroom was just another area of the apartment that we frequently shared, most often in the mornings. Poking my head out from behind the shower curtain Rachel offered a little hand wave, as she sat peeing. She had her bathrobe hiked up around her waist, exposing her left thigh and butt cheek, apparently not minding my gaze.

"I'll be maybe another fifteen," I commented, closing the shower curtain.

As I said, she knew when I finished and walked in five minutes later, catching me securing my bath towel around my waist. Grinning, she snapped her fingers.

"Damn, almost had it timed right," she remarked, whacking my ass as she moved behind me.

She went to the shower. Looking in the mirror, I followed her as she turned on the water and adjusted it. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did. When she turned her eyes caught my tented towel. Like the night before she didn't say anything, only biting softly on her lower lip watching me grow.

"Rachel?" I said, breaking her thought.

"Huh... what?"

"I'm gonna leave, have a nice shower."

"Yes... yes... nice," she mumbled.

At the door, I looked back catching her lowering her bathrobe, with her head turned looking back over her shoulder. Just as her firm, round, buttocks came into view my cock popped out from the towel overlap. Neither of us bothered to cover up. Rachel's action seemed deliberate; mine was an accident of excitement.

"Guess I should go."

Rachel slowly nodded her head, keeping her eyes on my rising erection, as her robe slid off onto the floor. The sexually charged situation ended when I closed the bathroom door. We were in the second year of our living arrangement, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Leaning against the door, I masturbated into my towel, before going to my room.

... So, when you remember the ones who have lied

Who said that they cared

But then laughed as you cried...

Not being sure about how our next meeting would go I started to apologize upon seeing her. My sister quickly put her fingers against my lips. "Don't... it was my fault, I know how you feel about me," she said, and leaned to kiss my cheek.

I sighed heavily, as she slowly lowered her fingers.

"Now, it's Saturday afternoon, would you care to join me in a drink?" she asked.

"I will if you'll tell me what happened the other night."

"Damn, blackmail? You just aren't going to let it go are you?"

"If you know how I feel about you, why ask?"

"Fine, let's get our drinks."

Moments later, we walked out on our balcony to enjoy the afternoon sun with drinks in hand. I didn't rush her, letting her decide when to answer my question. When I reached to take her hand, it startled her and she quickly snapped her head around to look at me.

"God, no puppy dog eyes, please... he was nothing but a player," she began.

"Player?"

"Yeah, a liar... a player that only loves you when they're playing, like the song."

"Ah. So, he got what he wanted and then...?"

"Obviously, he turned me loose. He had someone else on the side, and accused me of being nothing but a cock teaser."

"Christ, you sure can pick 'em sis."

"Ya, I'm battin' a thousand at this point! Put me in coach," she replied, jokingly and looked away from me.

"You know he was wrong - right?"

"I do, I didn't hold out on him," she quickly replied. "So, now you know. You must think I'm a real slut."

Squeezing her hand softly, I got her to look back my way.

"You're wrong," I told her, and leaned close to kiss her cheek.

Almost instantly, tears welled up in her eyes.

"God, I don't deserve you," she whispered, leaning for a hug.

Smiling, I gently wiped away the tears running down her cheeks. To break the emotional moment, I held up my low ball glass.

"Cheers!"

"You're crazy... cheers," she said, clinking glasses with me, forcibly smiling.

For the briefest of moments, we laughed looking deep into each other's eyes, before it got awkward.

"You know, I just had a thought," I said.

"Oh yeah, should I ask about what?" she asked, making final swipes across her cheeks.

"Don't freak out, but what if you and I went out on a date?"

"A date? A real date - you and I," she replied, sounding like I'd lost my mind.

"Ya. I mean, just think you wouldn't have to put out or anything!"

Rachel cracked up in belly aching laughter, nearly dropping her drink. When she finally got herself under control she gripped my arm.

"Oh my God... I might agree. Are you sure you're not just trying to get in my panties?" she answered, and grinned.

"Rachel! No, I'd never... besides I've already seen what's in there," I quipped.

"Not everything you haven't," she replied, holding up her index finger and waggling it.

After another round of laughter, she accepted my offer.

"I'll say yes, but under one condition."

"Which is?"

"That you make us another drink."

I did so and returned.

"Okay, here you go," I said, handing over her drink.

"So, where are you taking me? I need to know how to dress."

"Well, I was thinking while I was making our drinks that Benito's sounded good. Any thoughts?"

"Yeah, expensive. Now I know you're trying to get in my pants!" she commented, and chuckled.

"I'd prefer you wear a dress."

"Oh, you're good, you are. Benito's it is... when?"

"Tomorrow night. Say eight... I'll pick you up!"

"How is it that you're still not taken?" Rach asked, holding up her glass for a toast.

"I'm holding out for the right one," I answered, as we clinked glasses for a second time.

Rachel blushed over my intense stare into her eyes.

... If you are the desert

I'll be the sea

If you ever hunger

Hunger for me

Whatever you ask for

That's what I'll be...

Sunday night arrived and I was standing in front of my sister's bedroom door. Dressed in slacks, two-tone brown, pullover, sweater and loafers, I knocked lightly on her door. When her door swung open, the sight of her took my breath away. Standing in a mid-thigh high, black, cocktail dress with a plunging V bodice and heels, she held out her hand.

"Do you approve?" she asked.

"I... I... holy shit, yes! You look stunning," I gasped out, taking her hand.

"Yeah... you sure? This is a dress I wear clubbing, maybe it's too much," she replied, looking down at her breast exposure.

"No... no, they're... I mean it's fine, really fine," I choked out, ogling the swell of her breasts while absently reaching to take her hand.

Once again, I slipped and Rachel caught it.

"Your sweet, thank you."

We left for our reservation, arm in arm, like a real dating couple. The Italian dinner, along with wine, was perfect. As we sat finishing our bottle of wine, Rachel reached out across the table for my hand. Placing her hand in mine, I smiled at her warm gesture.

"Thank you. This has been a perfect evening," she said, sounding sincere.

"It has, hasn't it. Made all the more perfect with you," I replied.

"I'll be honest, I thought it might be weird," she commented.

"Weird... why?"

"You know, you - me, brother and sister on a date."

"Oh... but now?"

"You can ask me out any time," she answered, as blush crept across her cheeks.

A feeling of pride swept through me, and I squeezed her hand, before picking it up and kissing the back of it. Releasing her hand, my sister brought it to her lips and kissed the same spot I had.

"Well, I guess we better go," I said, hailing our waiter.

Back at our apartment, I escorted my sister to her room, where things again got a little awkward. Kinda like that very first date where you weren't sure how to end it. I chuckled.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"It just occurred to me how I would end a normal date, and I almost did."

"Mmm, something like this?" she asked, placing a palm against my cheek and leaning to kiss me squarely on the lips. "Thanks again for the lovely evening," she added, in a demur voice.

We'd kissed before, but not in that way. The sensual nature of the kiss left me speechless, as I watched her close her bedroom door. "G... g... good night," I managed to choke out, after she was gone from view.

"Good night," she repeated, from behind the door.

The next day, being the start to a work week, Rachel was up and I could hear the shower running. Of course, nature was calling when I walked out of my room seeing the bathroom door wide open.

"Rach?"

"I know you have to pee, come on in and hey, would you make coffee after you're done - please!" she called back.

As I stood relieving myself, I caught my sister's face in the mirror, peeking out from behind the shower curtain. A smile crossed her lips, as she looked up catching me looking at her and winked. What could I say, turn around is fair play - right? By the time the coffee was done she still hadn't shown up.

"Rach, coffee's done!"

"Great, bring me a cup!"

Turning down the hall, I saw Rachel standing bare breasted wearing only panties, in front of the bathroom mirror. Hearing me, she turned and motioned me towards her. "I'm almost done with my make-up so you can shower if you'd like, I don't mind," she announced, taking the cup from me.

"But..."

"I think we're past pretending, don't you?"

"Pretending?"

"Yeah... tell me you don't like looking at me, and don't lie."

"God, yes I do, but..."

"Jesus, there you go again with the buts. I liked what I saw and honestly I had no idea how well-endowed you are. So, no more pretending. Get undressed and shower," she said, sounding positive and strangely logical.

As she turned to continue with her make-up, I did just that. After adjusting the shower, I glanced back finding her watching me. "What?"

"I didn't think you'd actually do it, but damn... you have a tight ass too."

Well, I officially had nothing to hide from Rachel. She'd seen it all and admittedly seemed to be enjoying the fact. I'd just stepped into the shower when I felt her pat my back and turned.

"Look, I'll probably be gone by the time you get done and dressed, so give me a kiss goodbye."

Like the other morning, I was at half-mast when the kiss ended. Rachel looked down and grinned. "Damn - I'll see you tonight."

For the second time, I found myself masturbating. I had no idea what was happening, only that it was getting harder to resist what I was feeling inside. I just hoped my sister wasn't playing me, but if she was there wasn't much I could do about it, or even wanted to...

... That's all I wanted

But sometimes love can be mistaken

For a crime...

Coming in just after five pm, I found my sister relaxing on the sofa. "I've got your drink right here, come join me," she said, patting the sofa. "You look beat."

"Yeah, rough day," I commented, seeing she was dressed only in a short satin slip. "You look comfortable."

As I sat down, she bent and grabbed my drink to hand it to me, and then rotated to place her bare feet in my lap. Almost instinctively I began rubbing a foot with my free hand.

"How was your day?"

"Good, not as rough as yours I'm guessing. Anyway, I thought you'd like having a drink ready for you," she answered.

"And the slip... is that all you have on?" I questioned.

"Mmm, if I said no would you believe me?"

"No."

"Damn, you got me, what gave me away?"

Grinning, I sipped my drink and told her, "Well, one of your girls is sliding out for one thing."

"Ah... they do have a mind of their own at times," she replied, sliding the foot I wasn't rubbing off my lap.

Her action made her all too short slip ride upward, giving me a view and I choked on my next sip.

"Too much?" she asked, and smiled wickedly.

"No... not at all, I just didn't expect this kind of welcome home."

"After this morning, I thought it only fair," she replied, pulling her slip up higher, exposing her entire vagina.

"This is getting dangerous, Rach," I mumbled out, staring at her bare pussy.

"I know, crazy, huh? I have to admit I thought about you - us, all day long."

I raised an eyebrow, when she traded feet. Planting the one I'd been massaging flat on the sofa, keeping her slip raised and sliding the other over my erection. "Thinking about...?"

"Well, as you know I'm notorious at picking the wrong men. What hit me today was that I was living with a great guy, who's kind, loving, generous, affectionate and has a hot body," she said, wiggling her toes against my shaft.

"You forget one thing... that guy is your brother," I commented, and sighed.

"No, no... I thought about that too. Paul, I know you're in love with me, just as well as I know neither of us would ever disclose a romantic relationship. Am I right?"

"You're serious, aren't you!"

"About you - yes. I don't know for sure, but I think you'd be an awesome lover, and I'd like to find out."

I swallowed hard, looking surprised I'm sure.

"Here - now?"

"No silly, later... my bed?"

... For just one moment

To be warm and naked

At my side...

Rachel moved to straddle my legs, making sure her slip was high enough to sit bare against my lap. Sliding her arms around my neck, she tilted her head and leaned in for a kiss. It was deep and sensual, and she sucked on my lower lip as we parted.

"For one night... would you be my lover? If it doesn't work out, we'll still have each other and it won't be like the men who have discarded me," she whispered in a sultry voice.

"This is insane," I mumbled.

Slipping the thin straps off her shoulders, she let the slip drift down, exposing her incredible breasts.

"Are these insane?" she asked, cupping her tits to offer them to my lips.

It angered me thinking about how many men had used her. I was weak, but not vicious and I answered her, "Yes, insanely beautiful."

"They're all yours and everything else," she cooed out.

Our interaction was overwhelming. After kissing both her breasts, I moved to pull her slip back up. "Rach, I think I better get us another drink, before I do something stupid."

"Yeah, I'm getting pretty overheated myself, but I'll make the drinks," she said, agreeing and moved off my lap.

Although I'd seen her bare butt, I'd not seen those firm, round, muscles in action. She gave me that opportunity as she walked away to make drinks. The slip barely covered her cheeks and even at that her leg movements made the slip dance, exposing the lower curve where they met her legs. As she made our drinks I called out.

"Rach, I don't have any condoms, so maybe this is a bad idea."

Without looking at me, she answered, "I'm protected and besides I hate them, so no worries."

"You really have been thinking about this."

"All day, like I said... I can hardly wait," she replied, returning with our drinks.

Setting them on the coffee table, she dropped down between my legs, resting a hand on my erection.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as she trailed a finger up and down the outline of my shaft.

"I've seen it partially hard... can I see it fully hard?"

"Seriously... doesn't the adage, if you see one - you've seen 'em all, apply."

"No... I'll be honest, I've never taken the time to really look at a man's penis. In my case, it was always in me before I had a chance," she answered, handing me my drink before starting to undo my jeans.

Like I said - weak. No matter what I thought, this thing was happening and I didn't bother trying to stop her. With jeans unbuttoned and zipper down, I raised my hips enough for her to tug my jeans and underwear off my hips, exposing the prize she sought. For a moment she dropped back on her calves and just stared. "Oh Paul," she sighed.

A broad smile crossed her lips, as she tentatively reached out touching my hard shaft. Being honest, I had never had a woman do what she was doing. So, in a way, I was like my sister. I watched as she traced the blood veins, one after the other, seemingly in awe.

"It's beautiful... and the veins, my God," she whispered.

Her words from the night before came to mind and I repeated them, "Do you approve?"

Locking eyes with me, she nodded, "Yes, very much so."

"Can I pull my jeans back up then?"

"What?" she mumbled, again staring at my hard cock.

"My jeans, can I pull..."

"Oh, yes... yes of course," she said, snapping out of the trance she was in.

I handed her my drink so I could put myself back together and she set it on the table, telling me to wait. Leaning forward, she gently lifted my cock and placed a kiss on my cockhead, almost akin to putting a period on an exclamation point, before rising up. It was a wonderfully crazy experience, the sight of which was burned into my memory. Standing, I tucked everything back in place, but left the zipper and button undone. It would have been too uncomfortable at that point.

Once I'd sat back down, Rachel moved pressing against my side, putting her feet on the coffee table. Knowing her gambit had worked, she eased off the seducing letting me calm down. Like a couple having been together for years, we sat talking and sipping our drinks. She told me about her day and I did the same. Gradually, I went flaccid and thankfully so.

"Damn, you work too hard," she said.

"Comes with the territory and money. It's how I keep you in the lap of luxury," I commented, making her laugh.

"Ya, this is a real Taj Mahal alright," she quipped. "Seriously, maybe we should get our own house?"

Her question was a bit shocking. "When did you start thinking about that?"

"Today."

"I see..."

"Well, it only makes sense, right?" she said, stopping my reply.

My sister was obviously putting a lot of hope into what our relationship might turn out to be, and I had no response. I knew that having a sexual relationship didn't equate to a more stable one... it could, but the odds weren't good. Perhaps, it might be different between us. Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. "I'm up for one more, before I head to take a shower - you?"

"Ya make me one, I'm going to pee."

It was nearing seven, before I got up to shower, and apparently it was "later" enough for my sister.

"I'll be in my room," she announced, as I walked off. "Don't worry, I won't start without you."

Any reservations I might have had were washed away in the shower and thirty minutes later I joined her...

... If you ever hunger

Hunger for me

Whatever you ask for

That's what I'll be...

Naked and hungry, I went to her as she laid on her bed. As I moved up from the foot of the bed, Rachel planted her feet and spread her legs for me. I wanted what was at their junction, but took my time kissing and nibbling on her inner thighs. I stopped just shy of her vagina.

"Roll over."

Doing as I asked, she opened her legs again. Kissing and nibbling up both her hamstrings, I came to her buttocks.

"Mmm, what are going to do?" she gasped out.

Spreading her cheeks, I buried my face, toying with her anus using my tongue.

"Oh God... no one has ever done that to me!" she cried out, raising her hips.

Satisfying myself (and her) I moved to kiss and nibble my way around both ass cheeks and then up her back. At the nape of her neck, she squealed in delight trying to avoid my suckling lips.

"Roll over."

She did so, as I straddled her body. When we were face to face, she locked her arms around my neck and forced me down to kiss. The kiss was long and tongue infused.

"God, you're better than I hoped," she sighed out.

"Did you put deodorant on after you showered?" I asked.

"No, why?"

Without answering, my next stop was the tender, soft, meat of her armpits. I'd read about and experienced this erogenous zone in the past and now it was time to introduce my sister.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, and then moaned as I suckled. "Fuck, are you trying to make me cum?"

Pulling away, heading for her tits I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Jesus, I'll never use deodorant again," she gasped out.

I took my time with her tits, as I worked my way towards her Venus mound.

"Man... who are you?" she sighed.

Her belly was heaving when I finally made it to her pussy, to find her clit. It wasn't hard. Excited as she was, her pink nubbin was poking out of it's hood waiting for me.

"Fuck... yeah... yeah... Mmm... yeah... oh yeah... ah... ah... Ooo yeah... yes... yes... yes... Holy fuck... yes, yes, yes, yes.... Ahhhh yeah... I'm... oh God... yeah don't... stop... I'm going to... CUM!"

Writhing, with legs shaking, Rachel had an intense orgasm. Sliding up her body, I went for her lips, lightly kissing them repeatedly, as she came down. Grabbing my cheeks, she pushed my face away to stare directly into my eyes.

"Who are you? My God, have you had all that pent up inside you?"

I answered with a deep, sensual kiss.

"My turn," she said, after our kiss.

"I gotta warn you, I'm pretty excited," I told her, as she prepared to slide her lips over my cockhead.

"I don't care, after what you just did to me you cum any time you need to you."

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to think of anything else other than what she was doing to me. It worked for a while. Sensing I was close, Rachel stopped and straddled me grabbing my shaft to impale herself. Her eyes widened as I filled her vagina.

"Jesus... you're what my pussy needs," she gasped, and started thrusting her hips.

I was truthful, I didn't last long once I was inside her. Grabbing her tits, I released hard and heavy. When I stopped ejaculating, she lifted off and held my cock down to sit on it. Sliding back and forth over a cum slick shaft, she worked whatever was left inside me out.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold out any longer."

"Shh, don't... you'll last longer on our second go-round."

In the morning, I felt my sister make three distinct movements to roll and face me. Cupping my cheek, she gently kissed me.

"Good morning... you were wonderful last night. I felt loved for the first time," she whispered out.

"Umm, good morning."

"You weren't thinking about yourself at all were you?"

I shook my head, "No."

Rachel smiled and planted a second kiss on my lips. "I've never had a man like you."

"You've deserved better, Rach."

"Mmm, guess I've found better."

My hand went from her hip to her buttock, caressing it.

"I'd love to lay here and pillow talk, but we need to get up," I reminded her, getting a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, I know and if we shower together I know what will happen," she said.

"Right... we'll both be late for work. You go shower and I'll make coffee," I said, playfully slapping her butt.

"Shit, you're right. I was hoping for a quickie, but oh well," she remarked and rolled to get out of bed.

Her naked beauty was hard to resist, harder still when she paused at the door and turned to look back at me.

"Paul?"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

I grinned, "Go, before I change my mind and get us both fired."

Repeating what happened the morning after our date, I brought her coffee as she stood putting make-up on, only this time she was fully naked.

"Thank you," she said, as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck, with my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. "You're not making this easy... go shower."

Repeating yet again, she came to the shower and opened the curtain, asking for a kiss. "I'll see you after work. I'll have a bath ready for us - sound good?"

I gave her a second kiss and said yes. One night of intense lovemaking had opened up an entire new reality for us. Watching her leave the bathroom, I shook my head as I considered how easy it had actually been.

Arriving home, I found a note and a drink on the kitchen counter.

To the man who rocks my world (and pussy)

Your woman waits naked in the bath

Smiling, I sipped my drink and went to her. True to her word, she sat emersed in the bath holding up her drink.

"Hello, lover mine... you're a little over dressed for this party," she commented, and grinned.

I took the hint and invitation, setting my drink down to strip.

"Umm, much better," she said, sliding forward to allow me to get in behind her.

"How was your day?" she asked, reaching behind to lift my penis, before sliding back against me.

"Great."

"Anything to do with last night?"

"Possibly... and you, how was your day?"

"Well, apparently I can't hide the fact I'd had amazing sex last night. According to a couple of girls, I exhibited a glow," she replied, and laughed.

"You were glowing this morning," I said, and joined in her laughter.

With my free arm, I reached over to fondle and massage her breast.

"Mmm, this feels so nice and you seem to know just what I want."

"Are you talking about a massage?"

"Are you offering?" she came back.

"Yeah, I'd like to get to know your body more."

"Jesus, after last night where are you thinking about going?"

Trying to think of a snappy answer, I came up with only one. "Where no man has gone before!"

Rachel jerked up and turned, looking wide eyed.

"Oh no... no, I know what you're thinking!"

"Relax, I'm just joking, but I'd enjoy giving you a deep massage... maybe with a happy ending if you'd like?"

With her eyes still locked on mine, a smile slowly crossed her lips, and she eased back down against me.

"I'd like very much... and definitely with a happy ending!" she replied. "All I got is baby oil, is that okay?"

"Of course, you'll have to shower afterward anyway, but where?"

"The kitchen table, it's like a masseuse table - right? You can work from all sides."

"Sounds good."

Thirty minutes later, we were setting up the table with towels, including bringing an old pillow.

"Back or belly," Rachel asked.

"Belly."

With an assist, Rachel got on the table and laid on her belly.

"Have you ever had a massage?" I asked.

"No."

"Okay, here we go," I replied, squirting baby oil along her spine, over her buttocks and down the back side of her legs.

"Seriously, in my butt crack?!"

"We'll be getting to that later, " I said, and started in with her lower legs and feet.

Of course, the initial step was to rub the lotion around, lightly coating all the areas to be massaged.

"Umm, feels nice," she said, even as my fingers at one point slid down into her butt crack.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

I started with her left leg hamstring, working the muscles in deep massaging motions.

"Whoa! Holy shit!"

"Just relax."

"Relax?! What are you..."

She stopped complaining as I moved lower, addressing her calves.

"Oh shit... yeah that feels good."

My next stop was her foot, where I deeply massaged her sole, and then worked my fingers between each and every toe.

"Oh my God, that feels heavenly."

I got similar reactions when I went to her other leg. In the end she was moaning in appreciation. I moved to her head side next. I'd put on boxers, but they weren't much of a deterrent with my cock pressed against her head. Leaning over her I started in on her upper back, slowly working my way down.

"Oh... my... God.... What.... are.... you.... Doing.... to.... Me?" she said in broken speak, grunting with each word out, as I moved lower.

"What you wanted, so enjoy."

When my hands reached the swell of her buttocks, I moved to the side to add more oil and be closer to what I'd be massaging next.

I wasn't sure why, but she opened her legs, perhaps thinking her happy ending was near. She was wrong. With glutes being one of the strongest muscle groups, I began to work those beautiful mounds with vigor.

"Holy shit!" she cried out.

"Try to relax, it'll get easier," I told her, slightly lightening up on the hand and finger pressure.

She relaxed when I slid my hand, knife edge, down through her butt crack and into her labia slit.

"Ooo yeah... that feels so good."

After several reiterations, I changed up inserting my middle and ring fingers into her vagina and my index passed her anal muscle.

"Shit, you're going there?!" she cried out, partially rising.

"It's not what you think."

"Yeah, well my ass thinks what I think and... oh... oh my... umm, that does feel good," she said, as I gently fingered her.

Surprisingly she complained when I pulled my fingers out. "Roll over."

"That wasn't it?"

"No, roll."

We started anew with breasts, belly, thighs and her pussy. By the time I'd reached her clit, she was already involuntarily twitching and belly heaving. She was close, grabbing for my erection.

"Happy ending time," I said, inserting fingers into her vagina.

With two inside her and one out, rubbing her clit, I went into piston action, rapidly finger fucking her pussy.

"Oh! Oh my... God! Yes, yes, yes... fuck yes," she cried out, elevating her hips to offer more access.

"Does that feel good? Do you want more?"

"Yes, God yes, don't stop... fuck me... fuck... oh God, yes, yes, don't stop!"

FUCK MEeeeee!!!

Rachel writhed on the table, clutching the arm with the fingers working her pussy. She'd come hard. Slowly, I let her down easy, sliding my fingers out.

"NO... no, not yet... please!" she begged.

I knew it was time and bent to kiss her, unable to stop my own climax.

"Ohh, baby no... that was for me," she protested, feeling the pulsing of my cock.

"So, was it worth it?" I asked, ignoring her plea.

"Fuck me to tears - yes! Why have you been holding out on me!"

"Ah, we've had this conversation... I'm your brother."

Before pulling my boxers down to suck on me, she replied, "Yeah, a brother from the same mother makes the best lover."

When she was satisfied, I helped her off the table. It was time to shower and go to bed. In the morning, our incest crime scene greeted us. Rachel grinned, pulling the towels off the table.

"Well, I guess we'll have fond memories - right?" I offered.

"Knowing you, maybe a scrapbook full," Rachel quipped.

... This time I think that my lover

Understands me

If we have faith in each other

Then we can be

Strong, baby...