The Mother Memories Chapter 11

 

 

 

 

“I can’t help it,” she explained in response to my discovery. “I’ve missed you terribly.”

 

 

“I missed you too, Mom,” I croaked.

 

“Cover my mouth if I forget myself,” she whispered.

 

“Ok.”

 

I rubbed my cockhead up and down between Mom’s cheeks, then pushed it underneath and

up so I could rub it through her pussy lips.

 

“Tyson, no.”

 

Mom tried to pull away but was stopped by the back of the couch. I hunched my hips,

sawing my cock back and forth and slipped the tip of my thumb into her ass.

 

“I just need to make it wet because we don’t have any lube down here.”

 

I wiggled my thumb to indicate where I really intended to put my cock but I rubbed

it back and forth for long enough that Mom began to seriously wet my dick. Her pubes

were really swollen and my helmet was digging deep into her slit causing both of us

to moan softly. This was not one of my finest moments, for I told an unforgiveable

lie.

 

“This feels so great. It was all I could do not to take Lynn up on her offer.”

 

“What?” Mom cried.

 

“Shhhhhh!” I jerked my head around to look upstairs, more for effect to keep Mom quiet

than a real fear that Dad could hear us.

 

“Lynn wants you to fuck her?”

 

“Yeah, but I kept my promise. It was hard to do, Mom. I don’t know if I can always

be so strong, especially when I’m not getting any.”

 

I angled my cock up and gouged my tip through her slit.

 

“Ohhhhhh, yes, it feels so good but… well…”

 

“Well what,” I gasped, grasping my shaft and vibrating it in Mom’s slit.

 

“Well… would you promise to never… I mean never… give in to your sister if I…”

 

 

“If you what?”

 

There was no answer. The suspense was intense, waiting for Mom to finish her thought

but the look on her face gave me some idea of the struggle she was going through.

I kept wiggling my cockhead in her slit to press my case.

 

“Just promise me you’ll never give in to her,” Mom barked angrily.

 

I stopped wiggling my dick. Had I gone too far? She was going to stop, to change her

mind about what I hoped she was going to say, I just knew it. I tried desperately

to recover lost ground.

 

“I promise, Mom. I swear. I’ll never touch Lynn, ever!” I stated, strongly emphasizing

the last word.

 

“Ok, then,” was the quiet response.

 

Mom bent over the back of the couch and pushed back against me, sending my cockhead

skidding beyond her slit. She reached under her skirt and I felt her grasp the end

of my cock, push it back and guide it back into her slit. Mom paused with my tip being

warmed in her wetness, then suddenly shoved her hips back, forcing my helmet inside

her pussy. I grunted in surprise and ecstasy. What a wonderful feeling, so much better

than her ass, like being dipped in hot liquid and squeezed by slippery, pulpy muscles.

I shoved in deeper, seeking more of this fantastic pleasure, and was rewarded by the

slippery grip of Mom’s inner walls sliding along the length of my shaft.

 

“Oh my God,” I cried.

 

“Shhhhhhh!” Mom hissed.

 

“It’s so good. I can’t believe it.”

 

“Shhhhh, baby,” she shushed me more gently. “Remember your promise.”

 

“I promise, Mom. I promise. I won’t touch her. Forever.”

 

I was fucking Mom! I leaned on her back and slipped my hands around to grasp her tits,

inside her blouse, holding her torso so it couldn’t move away from my cock. I simply

loved the feel of her cunt. It was unbelievably active, massaging my whole cock all

the way in and all the way out. I had expected her to be loosre but she was really

tight, like she hadn’t been fucked for a long time.

 

Mom was moaning now. Her hands gripped the upper edge of the couch and she was pushing

herself back onto my cock, forcing me to pull back to enjoy the longer, clinging thrusts

through her sex.

 

“Cover my mouth,” she gasped.

       

 

I put my hand over her mouth in the nick of time, squelching a loud groan. I answered

her with a huge lunge into her cunt and then another, and another. I jammed my cock

in hard, loving the gasping, vibrating grunt it produced in my palm. I was rocking

her so hard now that my hand and her mouth became disconnected so I used my other

hand to push her head into it. Slamming now, really slamming. Holy fuck, so good,

so very, very good. Mom, oh Mom! I was heaving, blasting my cum inside her, jerking

around like a spastic until I collapsed on Mom’s back and we eventually fell to our

sides on the couch.

 

Mom let me enter her a second time before she went to bed, this time face to face.

I loved the feel of her legs entwined around mine, loved looking at her face, eyes

closed and face strained, as I slowly ground my cock into her. I loved fucking her

like this. Hell, I just loved fucking her!

 

I didn’t work the next day. Mom made me fuck her in the ass. I mean it, she wouldn’t

let me do her pussy again unless I did her ass first. Mom really liked it in the ass

and had masturbated for the whole week thinking about my cock in her butt. That’s

why she’d been so horny, why she had sat on the couch doing crosswords until Dad went

to bed. She confessed to me that she had sat on the couch, doing her crosswords without

any panties on under her skirt, for the entire week until last night. She had changed

into her least sexy panties after supper, sensing that she was too near the edge and

that momentary desire could carry her over the precipice into a sexual abyss from

which she might not be able to escape.

 

Mom thought the panties would give her the breathing space to avoid getting carried

away so far that she would actually let me fuck her but the threat of Lynn chasing

me, and her fear that I couldn’t resist my sister, pushed her over the edge. Deep

down, I think Mom knew I would keep the promise I had already made about Lynn and

she didn’t really need to do anything more. I think Mom just needed an excuse to give

in to a desire she couldn’t deny.

 

Anyway, everything worked out perfectly for me. I fucked Mom for years. She blew me

at least once a day and sometimes twice. She knew I loved doing her mouth and coming

on her face. She acted like she didn’t like it but I think that was because I seemed

to get off more when she did that. If I didn’t ask her, she would initiate it and

always pulled my cock out to spray on her face if I didn’t do it myself. Somehow,

that doesn’t match up with really disliking it and acting like I was ‘making her’

do it. In fact, Mom loved to act like I was ‘making her’ do things.

 

Sex was more difficult when Lynn was home in the summers but we managed. At first,

she wouldn’t do it if Lynn was in the house but one night, I swore I’d visit Lynn’s

room, I was so horny. That led to a really hot fuck on the old couch in the basement.

After that, I was guaranteed to get a quickie if Lynn was somewhere in the house.

 

 

Dad had a heart attack and passed away a few years ago. I thought that would give

me a free hand with Mom but she insisted I start living my life and made me move out.

I lived with a girl for three years an
d almost got married but then Mom got the big

C and died a few months ago. I left my girlfriend and moved back home to a house that

is empty except for memories. Sometimes, I sit all night in the living room, staring

at the end of the couch next to the table with the unfinished book of crosswords.

 

 

I haven’t worked for months. My life is a shambles and now Lynn is forcing me to leave.

She’s the executor of Mom’s will and is selling the house. I can’t afford to buy Lynn’s

half but she says I can stay with her untlil the estate is settled. She even jokingly

threatened to have me committed if I don’t (her husband is a doctor). Lynn says being

around her kids would make me feel better and reconnect me with life. I always liked

her kids but they’re older than my favorite age range of two to five and are both

in school now. I guess I’ll take Lynn up on her offer. I don’t have much choice until

the estate is resolved anyway.

       

 

———————————

 

“Is that all you’re taking?”

 

Lynn’s face matched the tone of her voice and also the arms stretched out to her sides,

an expression of incredulity.

 

I shrugged and looked in the trunk at the two plastic bags and a couple of taped up

boxes. There were two suitcases in the backseat but those were Lynn’s. “Yeah, well,

like you said, I shouldn’t be dwelling on the past.” I slammed the trunk closed and

walked around to the driver’s door.

 

“There must be more than that, some keepsakes, or something,” Lynn said.

 

“Nope, I gave some of my stuff to friends and threw the rest of the crap away. All

Mom and Dad’s stuff is still in there,” I waved at the house, the only home I’d ever

known.

 

“You’re not going to stay and sort through it?” Lynn sounded understanding with barely

a hint that she was pissed off.

 

“Nope. You want to sell the place, so sell it.” I didn’t try to hide the fact that

I was pissed off.

 

“Tyson, you know it’s for the best. We’ve been over this. “

 

“I know, Sis. I know I’ve got to get out of here, it’s just that, it’s just…”

 

Lynn stepped close and threw her arms around me, tears in her eyes. “Oh, Ty,” she

cried, hugging me tight and starting to cry.

 

“Don’t, Sis. You’ll get me started,” I patted her back and stroked her hair.

 

Lynn drew back, smiled, sniffed, and bravely wiped the tears from her eyes. “Right,

you’re right.” She took a big breath. “Ok, then.”

 

“Look, how about I go have my last burger here and you take a look inside and see

if there’s anything you really want to save. If there is, I’ll help you go through

it.”

 

“No, Ty. I’ve already been through everything. I was just surprised there wasn’t more

that you wanted.”

 

“Just those two boxes. The rest is just furniture and stuff,” I said.

 

“Okay, then. Let’s go have that last burger together.” Lynn started around the front

of the car.

 

“You’re not really going break down and ruin three years of work, are you?” I laughed.

 

 

“One burger isn’t going to kill me,” Lynn laughed back.

       

My sister had had a hard time shedding the weight she gained after her second child.

The first hadn’t been difficult. She had been careful about what she ate and exercised

throughout her pregnancy but with the second, she just couldn’t find the time or energy

with another kid to look after. She had gained a lot more and hadn’t lost it, not

until recently, that is. Now, she looked great. She wasn’t much heavier than she’d

been in college, maybe even lighter than she was in high school. She was a pretty

good-looking thirty-three year old, especially one that had two kids in school. In

fact, the maturity wrought from bearing children made her even better looking, more

appealingly feminine than before. Motherhood had been kind to my sister.

 

I got in the car. Lynn was snapping the seat belt shut. Even her breasts were better,

I thought, noting how the belt separated her breasts as it crossed her chest. They

were larger than before but I supposed that was to be expected after two children.

 

 

“I’ll drop you at the airport after the burger,” I said, “and then get going.”

 

I backed the car out onto the road.

 

“I’m coming with you,” Lynn said.

 

“You’re coming with me? It will take two or three days to get there.”

 

“I’m not in a rush.”

 

A car honked it’s horn and swerved around us. I ignored him instead of offering my

normal salute.

 

“What about your ticket?”

 

“What about it?”

 

“Can you get a refund?”

 

“I’m not worried about it.” Lynn said. “You better get going before you get a ticket.”

 

 

“What about the kids?”

 

“What about them?’

 

“Don’t you have to get back to look after them?”

 

“Rosita will look after them. Quit stalling and get the show on the road.”

 

I got the car moving. I knew better than to argue with Lynn once she had made up her

mind. I knew what she was doing. She was worried about me and wanted to make sure

I made it to her place and didn’t wander off somewhere which is what I had intended

to do. What the hell. I’d take my sister for a nice relaxing drive for a few days,

avoiding the interstate as much as possible, stay at her place for a week or so, and

then bugger off.

       

 

I sat reminiscing about the afternoon’s drive. The TV was on and I appeared to be

watching it but I wasn’t. I was more aware of the sound of the shower than what the

talking heads were saying. That was a great burger. I hoped there would be somewhere

they could make something half decent in West Palm Beach; not great, just something

more than passable. That burger had been the start of a very nice afternoon. After

that, we blew out of town in my baby, a rebuilt, red with black stripe and black leather

interior ’68 Camaro hardtop that ran like it was brand new. Quite a few miles had

gone by and we had left the interstate when Lynn rolled her window down and shook

her hair out in the passing wind.

 

“I can’t believe you still have this thing,” she yelled over the wind and the roar

of the engine. “It used to be such a piece of shit.”

 

“It’s been completely rebuilt, a frame-up restoration,” I yelled back.

 

I started to itemize the work I’d put into it over the years, the time and dollars

spent always a bone of contention with my girlfriend, but Lynn smiled and turned away,

uninterested. I rolled my window down too and turned the music up so we could hear

it. Lynn’s head nodded with the beat and her hand tapped the top of the door. “Yeah,”

she said.

 

Some miles down the road, Lynn looked less the harried young mother and more the attractive

young woman she was despite her conservative dress. The tension had drained from her

face and her whole body seemed to be more fluid though she was just gazing out the

window. Lynn kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet up to brace them on the dash

on either side of the glove box. Her loose skirt skidded down her thighs and Lynn

trapped it, pushing the extra material between her legs. She turned to look at me

and I quickly looked back at the road.

 

“Do you mind?” she asked, nodding at her bare feet on my dash.

 

“It’s cool,” I answered.

 

Lynn turned back to the scenery and a few seconds later I did too. I had forgotten

how nice Lynn’s legs were. Whenever I thought of her, I always remembered her breasts,

those gorgeous things I had seen so fleetingly years ago. Sometimes, I had to admit,

I had pictured them when I was huffing and puffing over my ex-girlfriend and several

women before that. However, I hadn’t done that since the birth of Lynn’s second child.

She had kind of let herself go during her second pregnancy. Looking at those legs

now, that was clearly well behind her and I knew I would be dreaming about her tonight.

 

 

It wasn’t just because Lynn had shed weight. Lynn had a nice body, again, true, but

the problem really lay in how much she looked like Mom when she was in her thirties,

a time when my voice changed, I shaved for the first time and, yes, I almost wore

out my cock masturbating. I thought that was a teenage thing then but I still did

it, a lot.

 

Despite my objections, Lynn refused to stay in a cheap motel. She booked us in as

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson.

 

“It’s easier,” she explained as we rode the elevator up to our room.

 

The room was large and expensively decorated. The two king-sized beds were each fronted

with flat screen TVs. I went straight to the minibar but Lynn picked up the phone

and asked, “What do you want? I’m having wine.”

 

I said that I’d go for that too. What the hell, there was no reason for me to be an

impolite guest.

 

“For the tip,” Lynn said, handing me a ten. “I’m going to freshen up.”

 

“I can afford a tip,” I said, refusing to take it.

 

“Suit yourself,” she said, dropping the ten on the bed and brushing past me to the

bathroom.

 

After she closed the door, I changed my mind. When the guy arrived, I directed him

to put the wine and glasses on the table between the beds and gave him a five. I grabbed

a beer from the minibar, kicked off my shoes, and settled in to watch some TV.

 

Lynn was in the bathroom for quite a while. When she finally emerged, she had one

towel wrapped around her body and another piled on her head covering her hair.

 

“What are you watching?” she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed nearest mine.

 

“Football,” I answered, as if it wasn’t obvious.

       

 

Lynn swung her legs up on the bed and settled back into the pillows. It wasn’t long

before I lost my focus on the game. The distraction was Lynn smoothing lotion down

her lower legs and onto her feet, and then touching up the polish on her nails with

a little brush. She asked questions about the game like she used to do, only now I

didn’t think she was doing it to be annoying. I think she really wanted to talk to

me.

 

“Oh shit,” Lynn suddenly exclaimed. “We forgot about the wine.”

 

I nodded and waved my beer bottle at the wine.

 

“You’re having beer? I can’t drink a whole bottle of wine by myself,” she complained.

 

 

“No problem, ” I said, tipping up my bottle and finishing it.

 

I poured us both a glass and Lynn got me talking about the old days during half-time.

I muted the TV and didn’t notice when the game started up again. Lynn leaned across

several times to clink glasses which rewarded me with a view of the upper part of

the breasts I used to fantasize about, except now they were bigger, like Mom’s. I

noticed by the third quarter that I had forgotten about the game but by then I didn’t

care. Lynn mostly looked straight ahead as she talked, which allowed me to admire

her legs and to really take in how much she looked like Mom. After a while, I just

enjoyed listening to her voice.

 

As I refilled our glasses, Lynn got up and told me to close my eyes, which I did.

I heard the towels falling to the floor but kept my eyes closed tight. After a lot

of rustling, Lynn told me I could open my eyes again. I handed her a glass of wine

and she thanked me for being a gentleman.

 

“I’m not a kid anymore,” I responded, thinking about that day I had burst in to find

her topless.

 

“No, I guess not,” Lynn replied wistfully.

 

We drank that glass more quickly than the first but with fewer clinks which was too

bad because it was awkward for Lynn to keep the bed covers pressed to her chest as

she leaned across and there was always the chance of an accident. Well, I suppose

that wouldn’t have been a good thing, really. It probably would have just embarrassed

us both. I knew it would embarrass me. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking that Lynn was

naked lying in the bed next to mine.

 

While I poured the third and final glass, Lynn pulled her knees up under the cover

and leaned forward, ruffling her hair. Positioned the way I was, I could see her entire

naked back and the side of her left breast jiggling as she shook out her hair. Lynn’s

narrow waist dipped in under her breast and then flared out to her hips and buttocks.

I spilled the wine, overflowing her glass.

 

“Hey, keep your eye on the job, buddy,” Lynn laughingly admonished me.

 

I was wrong. I wasn’t embarrassed. The casual way my sister handled catching me cruising

her body made it all part of brother-sister banter, like in the old days. I felt quite

relaxed as I handed her the glass and then poured my own. We took up our conversation

where we left off and talked long after the wine was gone.

 

Eventually, we decided to hit the sack and turned off the lights. We hadn’t closed

the curtains so the room was dimly lit by the ambient lights of the city below. I

went to the bathroom to wash up and do my teeth. Lynn was lying with her covers pulled

up to her neck facing my bed. I thought she would turn around when I started getting

undressed but she didn’t. I stripped down to my underwear and got into bed. Her eyes

were closed but I was sure I had seen a glint there while I was undressing.

 

During the night, Lynn got up and went to the bathroom. I watched her shadowy form

go but couldn’t make out any details in the semi-darkness. After the toilet flushed,

I waited with slitted eyes for her return. The gods shone on me that night as Lynn

forgot to turn out the bathroom light. Her heavy breasts swayed beautifully in the

gloom and I could make out a dark triangle that must have been her pubic hair.

 

“Damn,” she whispered, turning around to get the light.

 

Ah, what a lovely derriere. My brother-in-law was a lucky man.

       

 

Dale was a heart surgeon and fourteen years Lynn’s senior. This was his second marriage

and second set of kids. He had missed the early years of his first set and, like many

successful men his age, succumbed to the attraction of a younger woman and eagerly

embraced her desire for a family, one that, this time, would be enjoyed. But the attraction

often waned and Dale seemed to be following the path that had led to his first divorce

— work was his primary focus.

 

I was surprised that Lynn hadn’t talked about her husband and kids. I hadn’t noticed

it the night before but thought about it the next day while Lynn drove. Yes, I let

my sister, the one whose driving I had always criticized, drive my baby. She loved

it and I had to say, she looked beautiful driving my classic Camaro. They
could have

sold a lot of these using her in a commercial.

 

Somehow, Lynn didn’t look anything like the efficient mother that had arrived ten

days ago to settle up the house. She seemed free as a bird as we sped down the county

roads. She was gorgeous with her hair lifting from the open window and her loose dress

billowing from the same wind. She had long since stopped trying to smooth it back

up to her knees and let her long legs stay bare. Yep, I thought, my sister was definitely

Camaro material.

 

“Be good,” Lynn laughed, looking over and catching my eyes running over her legs.

 

 

I was a bit amazed by how unruffled she was by my attention to her physical attributes

and how little it seemed to bother me at getting caught. In fact, it seemed almost

like a game. Lynn caught me several more times that day and I think she enjoyed it.

She almost glowed after catching me and seemed to bask in my admiration. I think my

attention was good for her, as was the glances she attracted when we stopped to eat

for lunch and dinner. There was something about Lynn that made her more fun than her

usual self and I think she was aware of it, and liked it, That, and the attention

she garnered, probably took her back to the old days, before kids.

 

We shared a bottle of wine at dinner before going upstairs to our room. Lynn ordered

a bottle before going in for a shower and I settled on one of the beds, queen’s this

time and just one TV, after it arrived to browse through the movie offerings. Lynn

exited the bathroom in the same garb, a towel around her body and one covering her

hair. When I asked which of several chick flicks she wanted, she took the remote from

me, found a football game, and tossed it back to me. I shrugged, and picked up one

of the glasses. Lynn ignored hers and set about getting ready to paint her toenails.

 

 

“What color do you like, Ty?” Lynn asked, wiggling her toes at me and holding up two

bottles of nail polish.

 

“That one,” I said, pointing to the one on the left.

 

“You don’t like the pink one?” she seemed disappointed.

 

I looked back. “That one, then,” I said, pointing to the other one.

 

Lynn smiled and started painting her toes. She held them out and wiggled them once

in a while, waiting for me to acknowledge their presence and to nod approvingly, which

I did. I pretended it was an annoyance but, truth be told, I enjoyed it and I think

Lynn knew it. I liked the way she held her leg out, the way her pretty foot curled,

and the way her toes wiggled for attention. I looked over to monitor her progress

a few times between the toe-wiggling and admired the muscles in Lynn’s calves and

the tender underside of her left flank that was, as far as I could see, completely

devoid of cellulite. If this woman wasn’t my sister, I would be all over her in a

flash.

 

Lynn finished her toes and flaunted them in front of me but I pretended to me more

interested in the game. She got up from her bed and circled around to the end of mine,

then sat on it blocking the TV.

 

“Look, Ty. Aren’t they pretty?” she flexed her toes, laughing because she knew how

annoying she was being.

 

I held the remote out so it could see the TV around her and shut it off.

 

“Ok, let’s see them,” I said, sounding exasperated.

       

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Actually, I was kind of excited. The way Lynn was sitting, I could see the back of

both thighs all the way to her… panties. Lynn was wearing panties under the towel.

I was sure she had been naked the night before. If fact, I was positive. When she

had leaned forward to ruffle her hair, I had seen all the way down her back and there

had been no sign of panties then. Still, this was great. I could see Lynn’s plain

white panties stretched tightly over her sex as I pretended to examine her toenails.

 

 

“Hmmmm,” I mused. “I’m not sure I like this color after all. It’s not really pink,

is it?”

 

Lynn leaned forward to look herself, opening her legs wider and causing the towel

to fall toward her hips. I dipped my head to get around hers which was now partially

blocking my view. God almighty, the panties were stretched so tight now I could clearly

see the groove between her lower lips. I had never before been treated to such an

intimate display of my sister’s charms.

 

Lynn’s head snapped up.

 

“Well, it is pink and I like it,” she said.

 

Lynn shuffled over beside me, fluffed a couple of pillows up and leaned back against

them.

 

“Pass me the remote and pour me a wine, little brother,” she instructed. “It’s chick

flick time.”

 

We drank wine and watched a movie which Lynn soon tired of. We ended up talking about

anything and everything as we finished the bottle. After the second glass was gone,

Lynn got up to go to the bathroom. I was still refilling our glasses when she returned.

The towels were both gone and she was wearing bra and panties and nothing else. She

settled in as if nothing had changed but thankfully browsed for another movie so I

didn’t have to uncomfortably avert my eyes.

 

After the last glass was done, Lynn leaned across me to put her empty glass on the

bedside table instead of asking me to do it. Her breasts brushed across my chest and

caused an instant reaction, stiffening my already semi-hard cock in my jeans. Lynn

settled back to watch the movie but a few moments later suggested I get comfortable

too.

 

“No, I’m fine,” I declined. If I got down to my underwear, there was no way I could

hide my erection.

 

Lynn slumped against me after that but it was at least twenty minutes before I realized

she was sleeping. I turned off the TV and the light. I got up and turned the covers

of her bed down, then turned and leaned over to pick her up. I didn’t pick her up

right away. Instead, I let my eyes rove over her underwear-clad body. She really was

quite a beautiful woman. Reluctantly, I slipped one hand under her back and the other

under her thighs. Picking her up, I swiveled her around to her own bed despite every

bone in my body, and one in particular, screaming for me to keep her in mine. After

setting her down, I took one last, long look, then covered her up.

 

In the dark, I undressed to my underwear which was tented up with my huge erection.

I sat on my bed, swung my feet under the covers, and stretched out. I wanted to relieve

myself in the bathroom but refused to go. It was going to be a long night. I turned

my head and looked at my sister. I could see her eyes glinting in the dim light.

 

“I love you, Ty,” Lynn whispered, then turned around. “Goodnight,” she said.

 

“Goodnight, Sis.”

 

I couldn’t visualize Lynn’s breasts that night. My dreams were filled with her white

panties, stretched tightly over her mound, the shadowy groove dividing it beckoning

to me. I awoke in the night to a soaking pillow: I had bunched it into my mouth and

was sucking it. I flipped it over and turned around. Lynn’s eyes were glinting again.

 

 

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” she asked.

 

“I guess,” I answered. “Are you?”

 

“No, you woke me up. You were talking in your sleep.”

 

“I was? What was I saying?” I asked, afraid to hear the answer.

 

“I don’t know, you were kinda moaning. You were saying something but it was too garbled

to make out.”

 

Thank god for that, I thought. I didn’t doubt I was calling her name in my sleep.

Then, Lynn said something odd.

 

“Do you miss Mom at night?”

 

I wasn’t sure what to say. Why would she think that after hearing me moaning in my

sleep?

 

“Yes, I guess so. Why?” I asked.

 

“I just wondered,” Lynn replied. “Goodnight, Ty.”

 

“Goodnight, Lynn.”

       

We arrived at Lynn’s late the next afternoon. She lived in a swish neighborhood, nicer

than I had expected , and the house appeared to be one of the best on the street.

After passing through the electronically controlled gate, we drove up a curved drive

through a tunnel of overhanging palm trees before bursting upon the rambling, two-story

house with stone-walls blocking the view of the back yard on one side and a three-car

garage hiding it on the other. The thick wooden doors opened as soon as we stopped

in front and a middle-aged Latino couple emerged to greet us. Manuel took Lynn’s bags

and allowed me to carry my own while Rosita peppered Lynn with assurances of the children’s

well-being and questions about her trip.

 

Lynn’s house was fantastic, sprawling and obviously designer decorated, befitting

a prominent heart surgeon and his wife. Manuel led me upstairs to one of the guest

bedrooms. It looked over the backyard, complete with large pool and gardens, from

its own balcony. Except for the palm trees, it reminded me of pictures I had seen

of villas in Tuscany. It must have been hard for Lynn to leave this paradise for two

weeks to go home. Or was it? Mom had often told me how happy she was that Lynn was

doing so well but there was a tension in her voice that hinted of another worry, that

like her own, Lynn’s life was full from the material satisfaction but wanting in other

departments.

 

The children department certainly wasn’t one of those. My niece and nephew were great

kids and were now old enough to be interesting in their own right. Each had their

own hobbies and, after dinner and a brief visit, they disappeared upstairs to indulge

in them. Dale, for his part, adjourned to his office which was off to one side of

the living room.

 

The living room was a large, tiled affair facing the backyard. Dale’s office was to

one side. Centered in the middle of the back wall was a large stone-work with an integrated

natural gas fireplace. This was surrounded by three plush leather couches set around

a large stone-tiled table, all of which sat within a sunken floor. Sitting on one

of the couches, I could see along the floor into Dale’s office through his open door.

The ‘wall’ on either side of the stone encompassing the fireplace, was actually a

set of floor to ceiling windows except for the sliding glass doorway near the corner

behind me.

 

Lynn smiled apologetically as Dale walked away. “It’s not,” she explained a moment

later, “that he isn’t pleased to see you. He does this every night except twice a

year for holidays.” She paused, then added, “He’s up for Chief of Surgery.”

 

I changed the motion of my head to a nod from the horizontal shake it had adopted

when she first spoke.

 

“So, here we are, alone again,” Lynn laughed. “What should we do now?”

 

“Why don’t you show me your yard?” I suggested. “Or should I say, grounds,” I laughed.

 

 

Lynn laughed with me. “Tomorrow,” she said.

 

“Right. You’re probably tired. Well, don’t let me keep you up.”

 

“I’m not tired at all,” Lynn stretched her legs out on the couch she was sitting on.

I was sitting on the couch opposite her on the other side of a large, square, stone

coffee table. “Why don’t you sit over here so we can talk?” Lynn pointed to the end

of the couch stretched between us nearest to her. As she did, she changed her position

to sit on the other end of her couch.

 

“Actually, I think I’ll call it a night, if you don’t mind,” I said, getting up and

pretending to stretch.

       

 

Lynn looked disappointed. “Ok Ty, but I hope you’ll stay for at least a few days.

I need to talk to you.” I nodded my commitment. “I wish our trip had lasted longer,”

she said, a wistful expression gracing her face.

 

I don’t know why I ran away. I had thoroughly enjoyed our past two nights together

but Dale’s presence thirty feet away beyond the partially closed door of his office

robbed this evening of the earlier intimacy I had experienced with my sister. I wanted

to be with her, but by ourselves, free of potential interruption. At the same time,

I was relieved that I wasn’t spending another night with her alone in a hotel room,

with the promise I had made to Mom so long ago to leave my sister alone hanging over

my head. I felt excited just being in her presence and I didn’t trust myself to be

alone with her.

 

I went upstairs to bed but I couldn’t sleep. I lay in bed remembering Mom’s body next

to mine. I was surprised by how well I could remember the warmth and texture of her

skin. I could even smell her and sense the tremors she emitted when I stroked her

breasts and thighs. I hadn’t felt that for some time. Was it because of being so close

to Lynn, because she looked so much more like Mom than she used to or was it Lynn’s

apparent availability? When we were teenagers she hadn’t been above flaunting her

body when she wanted a favor but I knew then, deep inside, that she wouldn’t actually

do anything. But the past two nights, while Lynn hadn’t exactly flaunted herself,

I had the uncomfortable feeling that she might and that worried me because then the

onus was on me to be the responsible one. I wasn’t used to that.

 

Lynn was almost ten years younger than Mom was when I was first with her. Did she

look so much more like Mom because she was now a mother too? That was the one true

source of happiness I had observed in Lynn. True, she seemed to love her home but

the look on her face when she observed her kids talking to me, telling me about their

hobbies, was truly revealing. Lynn’s whole body seemed to glow in those moments and

I could almost physically feel her love for her children, but I sensed nothing similar

when her attention was directed to Dale or, for that matter, from him. His mind was

on his career and it seemed she accepted that.

 

I got up, naked, and walked to the balcony overlooking the back yard. It was after

midnight but the moon bathed the grounds in an gentle light. I slid the glass door

open as quietly as I could and stepped outside. I breathed the warm air in deep. Lynn

had seemed desperate for me to stay and I thought about how lonely she must be. I

decided to stay for a while instead of buggering off as soon as possible like I had

planned. I stared serenely across the lawn to the trees at the end of the yard, barely

moving in the very light breeze.

 

The movement startled me. There was no sound. It was like something that had been

there all along suddenly began to move. I quickly stifled the fear response that burst

through me, probably because I realized I was safely on a second floor balcony, and

peered into the night
to see what the intruder was. A deer, or coyote, or even a burglar?

It was moving toward a slash of moonlight that extended from the pool almost to the

house. Six more feet and its identity would be revealed. If it was a burglar leaving

the house, should I jump over and take him down, or just raise the alarm? Wouldn’t

they have a security service for a place like this? If I jumped down, would I be mistaken

for one of the culprits in the dark?

 

The shape moved slowly but its motion was more graceful than stealthy. The moonlight

burst upon its head and upper body. It was a woman, dressed in a form-fitting black

leotard! That surprised me. I had expected the burglar to be a man. She stepped fully

into the moonlight and stopped.

       

 

My god! She was naked. She stepped forward two or three steps and stopped again, turning

her head aside as if to listen for any sign of discovery from behind her.

 

It was Lynn!

 

Several more steps and she stopped again. Rather than turning her head to the side

her whole body twisted on her feet, bringing her breasts into profile and emphasizing

her left buttock as it torqued to push her body around. The moonlight washed around

her, defining a halo around her form but leaving her back dark, yet I could still

make out the topography of the muscles in her legs and back, and the divide between

her buttocks. Her head turned and looked directly back at me. I froze on the balcony,

afraid to move, impaled by two glinting points near the top of her head. Could she

see me?

 

Lynn turned and moved eloquently toward the pool. She paused at the edge and I readied

myself for her disappearance, expecting her to dive into the water as suddenly as

she had appeared below the balcony. She stepped forward and down into the pool, surprising

me. Of course. This was the shallow end. Lynn waded into the water and didn’t stop

until it washed around her thighs just below the swell of her buttocks. Her arms rose

and lifted her hair high above her head, pausing to let it fall piece by piece. I

could see the swell of her breasts peeking from her sides, bulging from the narrow

waist that flared so sharply out to her hips but still in a quintessentially feminine

manner. She was luscious.

 

She was gone, her presence only hinted at by the moonlit ripples spreading over the

surface of the pool until the water was still. Was she standing in the middle outside

the slash of moonlight or clinging to the side? I leaned forward, peering intently

into the dark. Ripples. She was coming back, wading into the light, arms still held

high, breasts swaying from side to side as her legs pushed through the water, her

dark form disrupted only by the two glints near the top.

 

I ducked down, crouching behind the stone railing until only my eyes peered over the

top. Lynn stepped out of the water and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her

naked breasts toward the evening sky. I imagined, even at this distance, that I could

see her nipples piercing the night, drips of moonlit liquid dripping from their points.

She was coming. My breath caught in my throat and my mouth went dry. Those piercing

glints were directed straight ahead as she walked confidently back, but not on the

ground. They looked up, directly at my balcony.

 

I peered through the slats when she got too close to see over the railing. She paused

there in front of me and I strained to see her bare breasts and her naked pussy, probably

still shedding water from the pool. She moved forward and out of sight.

 

I stayed in my crouching position until my cramped muscles screamed for release. I

stood and leaned over the balcony but couldn’t see anything below. Lynn was gone.

I looked out over the yard to the pool and imagined I could see her again, walking

slowly out, pausing to display her beautiful figure, continuing on to the pool and

entering the water, then strolling triumphantly back.

 

My cock was in my hand. When Lynn’s imaginary figure stopped below the balcony, the

strokes grew longer and faster. I was pulling it hard now, huffing and puffing, whispering

my sister’s name, “Lynn… oh god, Lynn… so beautiful,” I gasped, frantically yanking

my pud. I dropped my left hand onto the railing and leaned forward, stretching up

on my toes to get past the railing. I was close. My body went rigid and my balls launched

my load into the moonlight. “Lynn,” I whispered hoarsely, a scream in everything but

sound. “Lynn,” I whimpered twice more as more streams of spunk lurched over the balcony,

catching the light of the moon as they fell silently until they hit the patio below

with a splat.

 

Chest heaving, I stood up straight and dropped my cock, my head falling back as I

stared at the moon. If only Mom hadn’t made me promise, I thought, and then, Thank

god she did.

 

I was about to turn around and go to bed when I heard the soft click of the glass

door below.

       

 

I was afraid to meet Lynn’s eyes the next morning. Dale was long gone by the time

I got up and the kids had gone to school. Rosita bustled about the kitchen and I could

see Manuel moving about in the backyard as I approached the large, curving granite

counter where Lynn sat, drinking her coffee and reading the morning paper.

 

“Sleep well?” she asked.

 

“Yeah, like a log from the moment my head hit the pillow,” I lied.

 

Lynn smiled as she looked up. “Me too,” she said. “Rosita left you an omelet,” Lynn

waved at a covered pan on the stove.

 

I retrieved the omelet, poured myself a coffee, and pushed onto a stool two down from

Lynn’s near the rounded end of the granite counter. As I ate, I noticed that Lynn

drank hers black like me but my attention soon wandered to my sister’s body which

I had strained so intensely to see last night. She was wearing a simple pale orange

dress with a daring neckline that narrowed as it wrapped around her neck but billowed

loosely over her partially exposed breasts. The dress didn’t hug her body but it didn’t

have to. I knew it was there and it was stunning.

 

As my eyes moved over her breasts and down her legs, I wondered why Lynn had done

that last night. I was sure she knew I was watching. She knew I’d always had a crush

on her. Though she was only a few minutes older than me, she had always been the ‘older’

sister. That was especially true in high school when the older boys always took the

best looking girls and we in turn took the best ones from the year or two behind us.

Lynn and her friends weren’t shy about letting the guys in our grade know what we

couldn’t have and that extended to the homefront when Lynn sometimes took perverse

pleasure in displaying her wares. But we were adults now. Why was Lynn playing with

me? Even the outfit she was wearing now was a provocation.

 

“You’re dressed a little summery,” I said.

 

Lynn looked up and flashed a smile. “Well, I thought you might take me for a drive

and I wanted to look like a Camaro girl.” She pushed one hand down in front of her

and stretched the other above and behind her head, arching her back and pushing her

chest forward, giggling.

 

I looked away. “I thought you’d be tired of driving by now.”

 

“Nope,” Lynn said. “I want you to take me away for the day.”

 

“So we can talk,” I asked, suspiciously.

 

“Not unless you want to,” Lynn c
ountered. She stretched her hand out to grab mine

just as I was about to lift the fork to my mouth. “Let’s drive around, just the two

of us.”

 

She didn’t bat her eyes but she may as well have.

 

So we ended up driving up the coast. We drove for a couple of hours before turning

inland. I didn’t know you could find anywhere in Florida without people but Lynn found

a small park with only a few people wandering around. We sat down in the grass and

ate the lunch Rosita had packed for us. It was very pleasant. When we were finished,

Lynn took our empty juice containers and sandwich wrappings to the garbage containers.

I watched her all the way there and back.

 

Lynn lifted her arms and pushed her hair up on the way back, like she’d done when

she returned from the pool the night before. My cock immediately began to swell and

the memory of losing my load over the balcony, and the soft click of the sliding door

below, rushed into my head, making me blush. In my confusion, I thought for an instant

that it was Mom walking so sexily back to me, smiling wantonly, her blue eyes glistening

in the sun, bracketed by a head full of dark, brown, messy hair. I blinked and stared.

       

No, it was Lynn, her pale reddish hair surrounding her lightly freckled face and green

eyes. But she looked no less sexy, and her smile didn’t look like one meant for a

brother.

 

She dropped onto the grass beside me but instead of sitting down, she fell onto her

stomach. Strange I hadn’t noticed until then that Lynn’s tanned back was almost completely

bare. To make things worse, the hem of the dress had fallen high on Lynn’s thighs

as she had thrown herself down.

 

“Could you tickle my back like Mom used to?” she asked.

 

How could I refuse? I trailed my shaking fingers over my sisters skin, tentatively

at first, then with more confidence, and finally with a lighter, almost teasing touch.

Stop it, I scolded myself. You promised. But I couldn’t help myself. I tickled Lynn’s

back like no mother ever would. I caressed her skin and visited every inch of it that

I could reach, running my fingertips around her shoulder blades and down along her

sides, and even dipping underneath the edge of the dress a little. I returned often

to the places where Lynn twitched and emitted minute sounds of pleasure.

 

At one point, I changed hands and for a while even used both. Changing back to one

hand again, I noticed that several strands of dried grass had spilled over the back

of Lynn’s legs and gently brushed them away. Lynn lifted her head and smiled sleepily

at me, then dropped it onto her arms with a pleased sigh.

 

“That feels wonderful,” she murmured. “We like that.”

 

Encouraged, I began caressing the back of her legs from the hem of the dress just

inches below her bottom to her knees and back. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but

rather than stopping I imbued my strokes with extra attention and was pleased when

Lynn turned her toes inward which shifted her legs apart to enable the new deportment

of her feet. She likes it, so I’ll just do this for a while and then we’ll go home

and I’ll leave tomorrow.

 

Twenty minutes later, I thought, She’s so much like Mom. How can I leave her when

she seems so lonely? Lynn looked like she was sleeping. She hadn’t made a move or

a sound for at least five minutes, maybe even ten. That’s when my fingers first strayed

under her skirt. Lynn twitched and I froze. I got ready to yank my hand away but Lynn

moved her feet apart a little more and continued breathing normally. I started tickling

her legs again but moved my hand downward toward her knees. I stayed down there for

the next few minutes but soon began straying higher, all the while admonishing myself

for doing so. Eventually, I pushed my fingers under her dress. There was no reaction,

not even a twitch.

 

For Christ’s sake, stop it! You promised Mom.

 

I never had listened to anyone much, so why should I listen to myself? I stroked up

and down Lynn’s thighs, along the back and up the tender insides. At the end of each

stroke, I ventured higher and let my fingernails scratch more slowly near the apex

before returning to her knees. I loved touching her forbidden skin. The very thought

of my hand’s presence under her skirt was a tremendous turn on, a feeling I hadn’t

experienced since Mom had passed away.

 

Oh, Mom. Did you really mean I couldn’t touch Lynn forever? You know she did, I answered

myself angrily.

 

If she was awake, I wondered, would Lynn like what I was doing? Did her husband do

this anymore? Had he ever? I felt sorry for my sister. She needed someone to truly

love her, someone who always had, who always would. If I wasn’t her brother, wouldn’t

she want a man to spoil her like this? Would she want it anyway? My cock stiffened

painfully in my shorts at the thought.

My fingers bumped against Lynn’s panties. I stopped, panicked, my hand frozen between

her upper thighs, knuckles still grazing her panties. Lynn’s thighs twitched, then

closed on my hand. I stared at her face. Lynn had sucked in a long breath and stopped

breathing. Her legs loosened around my hand, quivered, closed, then opened again.

Lynn exhaled and began breathing regularly again, shallow, but steady.

 

I pulled my hand back out of danger and held it still. Lynn continued to breathe regularly,

eyes closed, and relaxed. I pushed my hand forward, fingers stretching out to tickle

the inner sides of both thighs. Lynn ‘slept’ on. My hand moved back and forth, resuming

its former path. The crisis was over. I would just do this for a few more minutes

and then stop as if nothing had ever happened.

 

But then I did it again. I curled my fingers into a ball and pushed my hand up until

it pressed against Lynn’s panties. Her thighs immediately closed over my fist, clutching

and releasing rapidly, three or four times. I pulled my hand back and let my fingers

deploy, scratching down the inner sides of her thighs, relishing in their trembles,

ecstatic in their appreciation of my loving touch.

 

I pulled my hand away and let it rest on the back of Lynn’s left knee. Her ass tensed

underneath the dress and strained upward. I slid my hand forward a couple of inches,

producing the same response. I looked around the small park. The few elderly people

present were far away, sitting on benches and gazing at the gardens. I moved forward,

trying to keep my fingers away from the sides of Lynn’s thighs but I failed several

times, barely grazing her skin. Her legs quivered. In anticipation? Did my sister

know what I was doing, at some level. I scrutinized her face. She looked like she’d

been sleeping for hours.

 

I closed my hand into a fist and pushed my arm under Lynn’s dress, all the way, until

my knuckles thudded into the underside of her panties. Immediately, Lynn’s thighs

clutched my fist in a spastic series of rapid hugs varying in tempo and duration.

Courageously, or foolishly, I kept my hand in place, pushing it more firmly against

my sister’s panties. The quivering clutches intensified and I moved my fist up and

down, rubbing my knuckles over Lynn’s panties, and the excited pussy underneath.

 

Suddenly, her legs went rigid and her thighs literally vibrated around my hand, causing

her whole body to shake. It continued for at least a minute but I held my ground until

the tremors subsided and Lynn was still. As her leg
s relaxed, I withdrew my hand,

pulling it up to my face and breathing in her scent, gazing at the blue-hairs admiring

their own flowers from the benches. Gently, I tugged Lynn’s dress down and waited

for her to ‘wake up’. I waited and waited but Lynn didn’t give any sign of waking.

She really must have been asleep. I patted her on the bum and, with some difficulty,

stopped myself from clutching her cheeks.

 

“Lynn, wake up. We should go.”

 

I repeated myself but didn’t pat her ass again. I didn’t trust myself not to grab

a handful. Instead, I grasped her ankle and gently shook her leg until Lynn lifted

her head and groggily looked back at me.

 

“Did you let me fall asleep?” she asked.

 

“I did,” I said. “Guilty as charged. You left me all alone with nothing to do but

commune with nature and the raisins over there,” I waved at the bench and laughed.

 

 

“Be nice,” Lynn laughed, getting up onto her hands and knees.

 

I stood and reached down to give her a hand up, thinking about how great it would

be to just get down behind her. I wiped the image from my mind with some difficulty.

 

 

“Come on,” I said. “We should get going.”

       

AM

 

Lynn was in an excellent mood that night at dinner. The kids picked up on it and the

banter around the table was considerably more active than the night before. Even Dale

kicked in with an enthusiasm I hadn’t noted in him before. After dessert, Dale and

I were left alone. Lynn had gone to the kitchen to discuss something with Rosita and

the kids had performed their normal disappearing act, though later than usual. Dale

had poured us each a glass of twenty-year-old port.

 

“I hope you’ll stay with us for a while,” Dale said after taking his first sip. “Lynn’s

been a little depressed since your mother passed away but she’s like her old self

with you here.”

 

Dale held his glass toward me before taking another drink.

 

“I’m glad to hear that, Dale, but I’m not sure how long I can stay.”

 

“You’ll stay at least until the estate is settled, won’t you? You can use the cottage

if you don’t want to stay in the house, I mean, if you need your own space. Manuel

and Rosita don’t live there anymore. We only use it for guests.”

 

“That’s kind of you but no, I’m fine in the house. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.

I’m feeling a little restless myself.”

 

“All the more reason for you and Lynn to be together,” Dale said, pressing his point.

 

 

Our heads turned as Lynn’s footsteps sounded in the hallway coming from the kitchen.

Dale looked back at me and spoke in a confidential tone.

 

“Well, think about it anyway. I’d really appreciate it and I’m sure Lynn would too.”

 

 

“I will,” I said as Lynn rejoined us.

       

That night, I struggled with what I had done in the park. Lynn had had an orgasm.

Clearly, something was lacking in her life but I was thankful she hadn’t woken up.

Getting felt up by her brother, someone she should be able to trust more than almost

anyone else, wasn’t something she needed to deal with. I hammered my fist into my

thigh to emphasize my anger for endangering our relationship and my resolve not to

let it happen again. Just because I wanted it didn’t mean she did too and I needed

to stop deluding myself. It was hard, but I stayed away from the balcony that night,

not that Lynn would have been there but I stayed away nonetheless.

 

It was the weekend. I hung around with kids and took them out for the day. It was

a beautiful day and they were excited to go for a drive in the Camaro but soon tired

of it. We ended up going to a matinee of all things. That night, we all played Monopoly.

Even Dale played for a while but he was he was quickly eliminated.

 

After the kids went to bed, I sat in the living room and read a book. Well, I stared

at the fireplace mostly, but I had a book with me. Dale was working in his office

working under the light of a single, jade lamp. Lynn had gone upstairs with the children

but soon joined me. Instead of sitting on her regular couch, she sat down beside me

with a crossword puzzle book.

 

“I thought you hated crosswords,” I said.

 

Lynn didn’t look away from her puzzle when she answered. “I did but I started doing

them after Mom went and I’ve been doing them ever since. I kind of like doing them

now.”

 

I left her to it, picking up my book and trying to read in earnest but my attention

was soon distracted by Lynn’s bare feet next to me on the small couch. Loveseats,

I guess they were actually called. Lynn had tucked her feet up on the couch beside

her and was leaning over the arm where the puzzle book rested while she filled it

in. I couldn’t help glancing at her legs. The sight of them reminded me of the incident

in the park and I was about to get up to remove myself from temptation when Lynn stretched

her feet out and wiggled her toes under my thigh.

 

“Are you cold?” I asked. “I can get you a blanket.”

 

“No,” Lynn replied.

 

“No, you don’t want a blanket?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do you want me to turn up the fireplace?”

 

I started to get up but Lynn stretched her hand out and pressed on my leg, pushing

me back down.

 

“Stay,” she said.

 

I settled back into the couch but I was anything but relaxed. The warmth of Lynn’s

feet transferred to my flesh. It was more excitement than heat. I kept my face in

my book, afraid to look at her legs or her hip and the curve of the tight brown tweed

skirt she wore. But I was weak and my eyes soon roamed over her bare lower legs and

onto her skirt and even up to the bulge in the side of her textured white blouse.

I turned, guiltily, and looked across the floor into Dale’s office. He was looking

at me and smiled when my eyes met his. I smiled back and quickly looked away, at the

fireplace and then at my book and, a moment later, at my sister’s feet. She wiggled

her toes as if in appreciation.

 

I tried hard to get into the story, flipping back a few pages to re-read what had

transpired — the words having entered my head without comprehension — jaw tensed with

determination. I succeeded, to my surprise, and was soon swept up in the action. The

hero was on the chase, about to save his lover’s life. I turned the page, and lost

it.

 

Hesitantly I dropped my hand onto my thigh and stared blankly at the fresh pages.

I tried to rebuild in my mind what had happened, not in the book but on the couch,

for my hand hadn’t lifted from my leg to turn the page, it had risen from the side

where it had been cupping the back of Lynn’s ankle. My skin prickled. Lynn’s hand

found mine, and dragged it off my thigh and onto her heel, then pushed it up to her

ankle before returning to her crossword.

 

I kept still. All I could think of was pulling my hand back but instead my fingers

closed around my sister’s leg. Lynn wiggled her foot and I started to pull my hand

away but she grasped it once again and pushed it back onto her ankle, then moved it

up and down to indicate what she wanted it to do before releasing it. I repeated her

prescribed motion and Lynn’s hand returned to the puzzle book.

       

M

 

So I started rubbing the back of Lynn’s calves. I moved up t
o the part where her muscles

thickened then traveled back to her heels and around to the bottom of her feet, tickling

her soles. I moved slowly, not just because that was the way I would normally do it,

but also because I wanted to avoid detection. I glanced toward Dale several times,

feeling guilty, like I was doing something wrong and violating his trust. But my obligation

to my sister won over that and the fear I felt within myself about my own weakening

resolve. I continued stroking Lynn’s legs.

 

Lynn shifted her weight and wiggled her legs about when she turned the page to start

a new puzzle, causing her feet to pull away from under my leg. I lifted my thigh,

expecting her to push her feet back underneath but instead she pulled them, and my

hand, toward herself. My hand was suddenly pressed between Lynn’s ankles and the bottom

of her tweed skirt. I sat still, wondering if it was an accident and whether I should

extricate my hand. I looked at Dale’s office and caught him looking at me again. He

smiled and I smiled awkwardly in return. He was still watching when Lynn’s hand dropped

onto mine and urged it to continue its stroking caress along the back of her legs.

I thanked the architect that had designed this house with a sunken living room. Dale

was straight across and slightly back from my line of sight looking behind Lynn so

he probably couldn’t see anything on the couch anyway, just our heads and shoulders.

 

 

I looked down, briefly mesmerized by her instructing hand, then looked back at her

husband. I smiled and Dale smiled back before looking down at his desk. Lynn’s hand

released mine but hovered above until its continued motion was assured. I was acutely

conscious that my hand, stroking the back of Lynn’s ankle and calf, was also rubbing

along the bottom of her brown, tweed skirt.

 

I don’t know how may times my hand scraped along that rough material before I realized

that when Lynn had changed her position she had cocked her hips. The one nearest me

was turned up so my hand was rubbing between her legs and bottom more than it was

scraping down the side as before and, at the end of each stroke, my hand briefly left

the roughness of the skirt to stroke the underside of Lynn’s bare thighs. I must have

been unconsciously lengthening my strokes because I began sensing more and more skin.

Looking down, I confirmed that I was almost reaching the back of Lynn’s knees with

each stroke but I noticed something else too. With each stroke back to her heels,

my hand tried to drag her skirt along too, and it was meeting with some success. I

looked up quickly to see if Dale was watching but he was sitting back, face buried

intently in a large reference book.

 

As I looked back at Lynn, her puzzle book caught my eye. It wasn’t a new one; it was

tattered and old, and looked strangely familiar. Just then, Lynn shifted slightly

and my hand, caught in mid-stroke halfway down her leg, suddenly slipped up, slightly

between her thighs with the arch behind my thumb pressing against the hem of her skirt.

There was no reason for my thumb to be extended like that between my sister’s legs

but it was and as my hand continued stroking back, my thumb dragged Lynn’s skirt along

with it.

 

Lynn’s leg muscles were tense and I realized that she was holding herself up from

the couch, making it easier for the skirt to travel. My hand slid back along her calf,

this time caressing more than rubbing, all the way to her knee. On the way back, I

consciously flipped my thumb up high and pulled it between the press of Lynn’s thighs,

hooking and dragging her skirt way back. Lynn’s leg muscles relaxed and she sank into

the cushion, her thighs closing over my thumb. I jerked my head toward Dale. He was

still reading. I leaned toward Lynn.

 

“Are they hard puzzles?”

 

My voice was unintentionally hoarse, reflecting the feelings coursing through me at

that moment. My thumb pressed deeper between Lynn’s thighs and I knew from the heat

it was near her panties.

 

“Yeah. It’s one of Mom’s.”

 

My breath caught and I stared at the book, searching for clues but I didn’t recognize

it as the one that had started us on our path of love. Of course not, idiot. She wouldn’t

have left that one for someone to find. I breathed again and realized that Lynn’s

breath had caught too when she inhaled. This wasn’t a park and Lynn wasn’t sleeping.

We were sitting together and my hand was between her legs. Why wasn’t she jumping

up and slapping me? Why wasn’t she at least angry? I mean, her husband was only twenty

feet away!

 

I wiggled my thumb and Lynn shuddered but her hand began filling in a word as if nothing

had happened. I pushed my hand deeper between her thighs, ignoring her calves, and

moved it back and forth in short strokes, worming its way back toward her panties.

Lynn finished the word and looked up and away and I knew she was looking at Dale.

       

I looked up and saw him smiling at us. I smiled back and pulled my hand until the

back of my extended thumb contacted the front of my sister’s panties. I looked away

and Lynn’s thighs tightened around my hand. She was still looking at her husband as

I wiggled my thumb across the crease in her panties. Her grip tightened, so tightly

it would have been difficult to pull my hand away, even if I wanted to… and I didn’t,

despite the screaming morality center of my mind.

 

After a long look at Dale, Lynn finally looked back at her puzzle. I dropped my book

and moved the hand that had been holding it toward her crossword puzzle book, keeping

the thumb of my other hand pressed firmly against her panties.

 

“Which puzzle book is it?” I asked calmly, still pretending that nothing unseemly

was happening.

 

“They’re all the same, aren’t they?” Lynn said, her voice sounding more tense than

mine.

 

“No, Mom liked some better than others. I imagine that’s why she kept this one, unless

it was just one of the last ones she was working on,” I theorized.

 

Lynn brushed my hand away onto the top of her skirt.

 

“It’s not the one you’re thinking of,” Lynn said, her voice turning husky.

 

I was shocked.

 

“I wasn’t thinking of any one in particular,” I stammered.

 

“Oh, weren’t you?” Lynn asked, her tone now teasing. Her hand dropped onto mine where

it rested on top of her thighs, near her knees, and pushed my fingers over until they

drooped between her legs.

 

“No. Why would I?” I responded, feeling excited about where her hand was directing

me, vying with the fear generated by her hint about the secret crossword book.

 

“I don’t know,” Lynn said, using her hand to pull mine into her lap and dragging the

top of her skirt back to be more in line with the bottom. I rubbed my lower hand up

and down, pressing it even more firmly against her panties. “Maybe it’s something

we should talk about,” she said.

 

“I’d rather not,” I replied thickly. I was violating my promise to Mom not to come

on to Lynn but I had already convinced myself — I was learning how easy that was to

do while in the surging throes of passion — that Mom had really meant back then, when

my sister and I were both young. Surely, now that Lynn was a grown woman with children

of her own, it should be her own decision. The last thing I wanted to discuss with

Lynn now was any hint of the promise I had made to our mother and its clear
message

that we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

 

I leaned forward to peer closely at the crossword puzzle, feigning a struggle to find

a clue in aid of my sister. Part of my problem-solving process, it seems, required

my left hand to descend between Lynn’s legs until its fingertips met those of my right.

I cupped her pantied pussy and moved my lower hand back, pressing its edge into the

fleshiness of Lynn’s ass, thrilled to find that she favored the tiny, thong type of

lingerie. Amid several small gasps, I worked my hands, front and back, across and

under Lynn’s pussy and used the ridge between my thumb and index finger to scrape

over her ass. It was overly rough but, judging by Lynn’s suddenly harsh breathing,

exactly what the doctor had ordered. Well, except for the doctor in the nearby office.

 

 

My bliss was shattered by the click of darkness as the light in Dale’s office abruptly

vanished. I lurched back and leaned over to my own side of the small couch just as

Dale emerged from his darkened den. Lynn was pulling the bottom of her skirt down

and pushing the top toward her knees with her other hand as her husband approached.

The evening was effectively over.

       

l

I fought with myself that night. Far from the excitement of the moment, my morals

were holding more sway. By midnight, I was almost to the point of reaffirming my vow,

the feel of Lynn’s thighs clamped tightly over my hand and the smell of her heat fading

from my fingers, when she reappeared in the back yard. The moon was less full this

time but I could still see her naked form, walking more seductively than before to

the edge of the pool, then sauntering slowing into the water until she suddenly dipped

in and disappeared. Standing naked on the balcony with my erection launched at forty-five

degrees to salute her imminent return. I waited and waited for Lynn to emerge from

the water until, finally, I caught a sudden movement to the northwest.

 

Lynn was standing under a tree, watching me. She must have swum to the end of the

pool, got out there, and circled around to the side near the cottage. The moonlight

reflected off her naked breasts, which glistened with trickles of water from the pool.

Her face was hidden in the shadows beneath the branches but the glints of her eyes

looked directly at me. Her head turned and I knew she was looking at the cottage,

then they turned back to me.

 

If you go, you’re doomed, screamed the voice in my head.

 

I looked over the edge of the balcony to see if I could jump down. If it had been

lawn, maybe, but it was a patio. I started to turn toward the door, wondering if I

could sneak through the house without setting off the alarms.

 

On the memory of your mother, screamed the voice.

 

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to face the yard, and my sister. For a long

moment, we stared at each other, neither of us moving. Then, my right hand dropped

to my erection and grasped it firmly as my left arm lifted toward her. I stroked my

cock. The glints burned brighter, then became even more fierce as Lynn extended one

hand toward me while the other moved between her naked thighs to cup her sex. I began

stroking faster.

 

This is wrong, the voice whined.

 

Shut up, I rasped in return. Give me this, at least, just this.

 

I stared at those glinting pinpoints as my hand moved faster and faster. When my chest

began to heave, my eyes dropped to my sister’s lowered hand, working feverishly between

her legs. She had bent slightly forward, allowing me to see her face in the moonlight,

strained yet ecstatic. I dropped my arm and leaned forward to brace my hand on the

rail, my facial expression now matching my sister’s. Low moans were ripping from my

throat and though I was too far away to hear Lynn, I was sure the same was happening

to her. I was yanking my cock so hard it was almost ripping off my body. Only seconds

left. I tried to stifle it, wanting to come when she did, but I couldn’t wait. It

was coming, coming.

 

“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” I groaned aloud. “Yeah, yeah… yeah,” I grunted, more subdued, wanking

slower but just as hard, my legs clenched, crouching over the railing as spurt after

spurt arced through the night, flashing in the moonlight, and falling with audible

splats on the patio below.

 

Lynn was hunched over, both hands between her legs, convulsed in her own orgasm. She

fell to her knees on the lawn, her whole body shuddering through her climax. I released

my drained cock and let it diminish, still half hard but becoming increasingly feeble

between my legs. I leaned on the stone railing with both hands and watched the twitching

in my sister’s body slowly subside until she was still.

 

Lynn straightened up and stretched beyond her full height, on her toes, before relaxing

to her normal stance. She smoothed her hair back and walked slowly toward me with

the same seductive gait she had adopted earlier. I couldn’t see the color of her eyes

in the dark but her hair seemed to strangely flip from the dark brown of our mother’s

to the soft red of her own. As in the park, one moment it looked like Mom walking

toward me and the next, Lynn.

 

I straightened up as she approached the balcony immediately in front of me. Why didn’t

she look up? Was she ashamed? That couldn’t be, it flew in the face of her confident,

sexual stroll toward me. As I pondered her submissive posture, Lynn looked up, smiled,

and then immediately looked down again, at her feet. Her right foot moved, scraping

over the patio, then lifted to rest, braced against her left knee with the bottom

of her foot twisted up. Lynn looked up again and laughed. I couldn’t see it but I

knew she was showing me that she had purposely stepped in my wasted semen.

 

Her foot dropped, and she slipped under the balcony into the night.

       

Lynn looked positively radiant the next day. She was dressed in a little print dress

that accentuated her narrow waist and was equally flattering for her hips. The light

material followed every curve of Lynn’s body despite the looseness of the skirt. In

short, the dress didn’t hide the fact that Lynn had a very nice bottom distinctly

constituted from two sculptured lumps of feminine flesh which were definitely not

held rigidly in place. A similar situation was evident above her waist. She was a

joy to watch.

 

A day of family relaxation was planned around the pool but Dale was called in to an

emergency surgery just as breakfast was winding up. There was a quick kiss goodbye

and a “be good for your mother” to the children before a nod to me. “Think about it,”

Dale said.

 

“Think about what?” Lynn quizzed me after Dale had gone.

 

“Nothing,” I said.

 

“It isn’t nothing. What is it?” Lynn persisted, poking me. “You know I’ll bug you

until I find out,” she said.

 

“Yeah, spill it,” Gordon said, echoed by a louder chant from his sister and an even

more boisterous plea from their mother.

 

I relented under the combined assault. “Your Dad asked me to stay for a while.”

 

The kids started chanting, “Stay, stay, stay.”

 

“He offered the cottage if I wanted my own space,” I added in the din.

 

“Stay, stay, stay.”

 

“Ok,” I laughed. “I’ll stay for a while.”

 

The kids cheered and crowded around my chair to hug me. Lynn reache
d out and put her

hand over mine.

 

“Thanks, bro. You don’t know how much it means to us.”

 

After the kids left, I poured myself another cup of coffee. Rosita came in and started

clearing away the dishes. When she left, I spoke in a low voice to Lynn.

 

“It won’t be easy for me to be here,” I said, looking meaningfully at my sister. “I

think we both know that things have gotten a little crazy.” Lynn nodded and I appreciated

that she wasn’t going to pretend that nothing was going on. “But you need to know,”

I went on, ” that I made a promise and I intend to keep it.”

 

Lynn smiled and squeezed my hand. “We should all keep our promises,” she said.

 

“So we understand each other, then?”

 

“Yes, little brother. We do.”

 

I was surprised that she wasn’t more curious about what promise I had made but I left

it at that. I briefly wondered if Mom had said anything to her about it but quickly

rejected the idea. There was no way Mom would have told Lynn what she and I had done.

No way.

 

“Alright then. I’ll move into the cottage today.”

 

“Great. I’ll get Rosita to make sure it’s clean and have Manuel move your things.”

 

 

“No, you won’t. I can clean it myself and move my own stuff.”

 

“But…,”

 

“No buts. I’ll look after myself or it’s no deal.

 

“But…,”

 

“And no visitors, unless they’re invited,” I said.

 

“The kids will miss you.”

 

“The kids can come over anytime.”

 

Lynn was miffed at that. “What about dinner?” she asked tartly.

 

“I’d love to come for dinner.” That was timed perfectly as Rosita returned. “I love

Rosita’s cooking,” I expounded. Rosita grinned.

 

“So do we all,” Lynn said.

 

Rosita scooped up the rest of the dishes and left.

 

“And I’ll eat breakfast alone,” I said.

 

“Suit yourself.”

 

Lynn softened later and it turned out to be a very pleasant day. While she tanned,

the kids and I swam in the pool. We had lunch and then all of us piled into the Camaro

to find an ice cream place for dessert. Dale called to say he couldn’t make it for

dinner and asked if I would take Lynn and the kids out for dinner, his treat of course.

Lynn insisted we go to IL Bellagio’s, one of her favorites. When we got home, Dale

was in his study. He made it home in time for dinner but let Rosita rustle up something

for him to eat rather than trying to catch up to us.

       

 

After the kids went to bed, we watched some old family films that Lynn had converted

to DVDs. I was shocked to see how much Lynn looked like Mom at Lynn’s age. Of course,

the dress helped. Lynn smiled, pleased with herself, when I recognized the dress she

was wearing. It didn’t look nearly so risqué on Mom, but then it wasn’t designed to

be worn over such tiny panties and a half bra. We had started on separate couches

but when Mom appeared in the same dress Lynn was wearing she moved to mine — so she

could see better she said — but kept her distance.

 

“Didn’t she look great in this?” Lynn asked, bending her wrists and waving her hands

down the front of her body while nodding at Mom on the screen.

 

“Yes, she certainly did,” I replied.

 

Lynn paused the film with Mom walking toward the camera, the still frame profiling

Mom’s mid-thirties figure perfectly for a detailed comparison. I knew what Lynn was

doing but despite myself, I ran a slow comparison between her and Mom. Lynn kept her

eyes on the screen, either to allow me all the time I needed for an uninhibited assessment

or to perform her own evaluation. She allowed her body to stretch and relax, lift

slightly and relax at all the proper moments as my eyes appreciated the vibrancy beneath

her skin, at once both herself and a live version of Mom. I had to confess, between

the two of them, it was a tie.

 

With a throaty chuckle, Lynn unpaused the DVD and seemed pleased when my attention

didn’t return immediately to the screen. A moment later, I found myself watching Lynn’s

legs. She had crossed the one nearest me over the other and was slowly bouncing it

up and down. I stared blankly for a few seconds at her feet, crested with a strange

tone of red paint over her toenails which were visible since Lynn straightened her

leg at the top of each swing. My eyes soon refocused, however, when I noticed the

muscles along the side of her thigh, now almost completely bare because she had pulled

the hem of her skirt way back. The flesh under her thigh alternately tensed and relaxed

with each swing of Lynn’s leg. I don’t know how long I looked at her leg but the tightening

in my shorts indicated it was for more than a few seconds. I was about to call it

a night while I could still escape when Lynn suddenly blurted out.

 

“Look,” she cried, unfolding her leg and leaning forward, pointing at the screen.

“This is my favorite part.”

 

I jerked my face away from Lynn’s leg in time to see Mom run over and try to pull

my sister off me. Lynn had me on the ground, straddling my chest and holding my arms

to the side with her knees. As Mom pulled her back my head raised up, still calling

for help, but my eyes shifted down and it was apparent where I was looking. Lynn rose

up on her knees but Mom kept pulling her back. She struggled but Mom won, at a cost.

Both of them tumbled backward, rolling onto their backs and shoulders as I sat up,

eyes still locked between my sister’s legs, but the camera soon caught their lateral

movement to my mother. I was still staring, mesmerized, when the camera shifted to

Mom and Lynn, shrieking and pushing their dresses down, yelling at Dad to stop filming.

 

 

“See, you always were Mom’s favorite, and she yours,” Lynn asserted, looking at me

intensely as if waiting for a challenge.

 

I had no doubt that Lynn knew exactly where I was looking, not just at her but at

Mom, too. As if to confirm my suspicion, Lynn turned her eyes down and I realized

that my erection had grown substantially during the scene and was suffering further

impetus under my sister’s admiring gaze.

 

Dale’s chair suddenly scraped back and I turned to look. He was straightening up,

mug in hand, and turning toward his door. I sucked in my breath and froze for a second

then turned frantically to find something to cover myself with. I reached for the

cushion at my side, but it was gone. I jerked my head back. Dale had made it to the

door and was searching for the light switch. Lynn was silently laughing, her eyes

glinting mischievously. She was holding the cushion and as soon as I saw it, she tossed

it back onto the couch behind her with an accompanying increase in apparent amusement.

Her eyes dropped to my errant erection, proudly announcing its presence half way down

the right leg of my shorts, unaware of the imminent peril. The light in Dale’s office

went out and he walked through the doorway, turning to pull the door closed.

 

Lynn suddenly lurched forward and threw herself across my lap, covering my shorts,

and my stiff cock. I stared at the screen, sitting stiffly as Dale approached, jaw

set, desperately trying to get my feelings under control but the pressure of my sister’s

breasts on top of my stiff member made that technically impossible. Fear of her husband’s

discovery and the feminine warmth of Lynn’s body forced my mind to
follow my eyes’

piercing attack on the screen, hoping Dale couldn’t see Lynn lying atop me and that

he would simply courteously walk by and go upstairs to bed . I was gritting my teeth

so hard, I thought they would shatter when Dale’s voice startled me. He was standing

right behind me.

       

 

“Too much for her, was it?” he inquired.

 

I looked back, saw the direction of his gaze, and looked down at Lynn lying across

my lap, my hands hovering awkwardly above her back.

 

“Uh…”

 

“Was she upset?” Dale asked.

 

“I don’t… uh, I…”

 

“She often gets that way when she watches this but likes to be on her own,” Dales

voice kind of dwindled off.

 

I let my hand fall on Lynn’s back and gently rubbed her shoulder, more to buy into

Dale’s interpretation of what was going on than to comfort Lynn. Her body trembled

and I knew it was from tightly held laughter. Anger welled up within me. This wasn’t

funny!

 

I gripped her shoulder and the situation immediately became worse. Lynn’s hand, which

had being hanging listlessly over my knee, bent and, under the cover of her body,

threaded its way between my knees and into the leg of my shorts. Her fingers wiggled

up the inside of my thigh and tickled the underside of the tip of my cock just as

her husband spoke again.

 

“She likes to watch this by herself,” Dale expanded on his previous statement as Lynn’s

hand moved higher. “It makes her quite melancholy and she always wants to be alone

afterward.”

 

Lynn’s finger stretched out and her nail scratched back along the underside of my

cock. I cried out in surprise but managed to convert my outburst into a cough, which

was repeated several times because as I leaned forward to hack away, I unintentionally

thrust my hard cock along the length of Lynn’s palm which immediately squeezed it

against my leg while her fingers curled around my shaft. When I leaned back Lynn’s

soft hand pulled the skin over the head. I coughed again, but remained upright.

 

“Are you alright?” Dale asked. Lynn’s hand pushed the skin back over my shaft and

her fingers stretched out to tickle the underside of my balls, before dragging the

skin back over my cockhead and capping the stroke off with a gentle, loving pinch.

 

 

“Yes, I’m fine,” I gasped. Lynn’s fingers were tickling my balls again.

 

“Would you like some water?” Dale asked. She was on the upstroke and squeeze.

 

“That would be great,” I croaked.

 

As soon as he turned away, I thought, I could shove Lynn’s hand out of my shorts.

But Dale ignored his offer. He was leaning over, looking down at his wife.

 

“I guess she just couldn’t watch it anymore, hey?”

 

I looked down at Lynn, wondering why he couldn’t tell that his wife was jacking me

off right in front of him but now that I looked, knowing that her hand was slowly

sliding up and down my cock, I couldn’t see any evidence of her outrageous behavior

either. Lynn looked like she was peacefully napping on my lap.

 

“She just can’t make it through the whole thing, poor girl,” Dale said.

 

I looked at Lynn’s head. “Yeah, I guess so,” I said.

 

Lynn was facing me, her head pressing against the plushly cushioned arm of the leather

couch. While her husband’s attention was on her face, sweet Lynn scratched her nail

along the underside of my throbbing cock, shoved her palm aggressively down my shaft,

and folded her fingers around my balls. I managed to turn my groan into a strangled

gulp.

 

“Oh, your water,” Dale exclaimed. “I forgot.”

 

He turned away and I tried to push Lynn’s shoulder up so I could reach under to shove

her hand off my cock but she resisted, her couch side hand grabbing my shorts and

pulling them higher up my leg, exposing my cock. Or it would have, if I managed to

push her off or she got up. I changed my tactic, wrapping a hand over each shoulder

and pulling her down. I was surprised by how easily her body moved. It was so quick,

her rump hunched up and her head slid back onto my lap. Her free hand pulled my shorts

up even higher while her engaged manipulator, still holding my cock, lifted it from

my leg and guided it into her mouth.

 

It was strange how I could be intensely aware of two situations at the same time.

I heard the tap running in the kitchen and could picture Dale there, filling a large

glass several times and dumping it out, waiting for the water to cool. At the same

time, I was blissfully aware of how fantastic his wife’s mouth felt sliding down my

organ, rendering it slick with her hot saliva. If I was so adverse, why did I let

Lynn’s head advance and retreat half a dozen times before trying to push it away.

       

The water had stopped running. I could ‘see’ Dale returning, slowly, trying not to

spill the glass he had filled too full. I needed more time to get my sister off my

cock but why had my hand curled around the back of her neck, why had the other closed

its grip on her hair, and why was I pulling her onto my cock and groaning out loud.

I could hear Dale’s slippers shuffling over the tiles in the hallway now. My hips

lunged forward and I was perversely pleased that I had caught his wife by surprise,

her wet gulp like music in my ears. I held her head, denying her retreat, nudging

her throat in revenge. Take that, you ballsy little bitch, holding my cock firmly

against the back of my sister’s mouth and releasing her head only when I heard her

husband’s feet rounding the corner.

 

Lynn pushed up to her former position and my only thought was to ensure that she had

adequately covered my cock, not that she had let it go. In fact, I didn’t want her

to release my cock and I wished Dale had taken longer so I could have enjoyed her

mouth for longer.

 

“Here you go,” Dale announced his arrival.

 

I twisted around to capture the glass of cold water from his outstretched hand. Lynn’s

hand was twisting tightly around the head of my cock and her other one, taking advantage

of the lift of my twisting body, slipped under my ass, inside my shorts, and curled

up to grasp my balls. Lynn started slowly jacking me off while the fingers of her

other hand repeatedly clasped and released my balls. I held the glass up in my left

hand and dropped the right onto Lynn, lightly brushing her upper back in a tender,

brotherly caress. I ignored Dale and looked at the screen.

 

“It’s amazing how much she looked like Lynn at that age,” Dale commented.

 

“Yes. The other way around, actually,” I said, taking a long sip of cold water which

didn’t dampen the heat I felt throughout my body the least bit.

 

“Of course,” Dale said.

 

We watched in silence as Dad filmed Mom getting up and sauntering down the sandy beach

while little Lynn and I played nearby. Even in the old two-piece suits of the day,

it was impossible to hide the fact that Mom had a very nice body. Lynn’s stroking

hand and fingers were almost an afterthought. Dale and I both watched a very sexy

looking woman slowly wade into the water until the waves covered her bottom. Only

then did Dale speak, awkwardly, as if he shouldn’t have been watching.

 

“Well,” he paused to give a little cough. “I guess I’ll go up to bed.”

 

I downed the water and handed it back to him.

 

“Don’t let h
er stay down here. She won’t sleep well.”

 

“I won’t,” I replied thickly.

 

Lynn was really starting to get to me, maybe because the screen had reminded me of

how Mom’s hands and mouth felt on my cock. Weird, the effect of genes. The movements

of Lynn’s hands were almost identical to Mom’s.

 

I turned to watch Dale walk away and transferred my hand automatically to the back

of Lynn’s head as it moved down onto my lap, sucking my cock into her mouth just as

her husband disappeared around the corner. I didn’t try to shove it into her mouth

hard. I was in no hurry and knew I had lots of time now. I relaxed into the back of

the couch as Lynn’s mouth worked my stiff prick, content to let my hand move back

and forth with the movements of her head, fingers gently twining in her hair. Mom

was swimming lazily back and forth amongst the other swimmers. She looked good, and

her daughter’s mouth felt wonderful.

 

Lynn began sucking more earnestly. I knew she wanted to make me come. She had been

flaunting herself in front of me constantly since we’d left home despite knowing about

my promise. She must have some idea of what it was about, yet she wanted to taste

me, in a sense, right in front of Mom.

 

I no longer cared. I didn’t have the will to keep my promise to Mom, not if it meant

denying the person I most loved in the world. I didn’t have the heart to say no.

 

I twisted underneath Lynn, resting my back against the cushion and holding her hair

back so I could watch her mouth plunge up and down on my cock. She seemed so happy

and I did too, not terrible like I felt I should. I turned to look at the screen just

as Mom waded out of the water, rivulets running off her body as she walked, arms pushin

her hair up high before letting it fall. She looked gorgeous.

 

I grasped Lynn’s head firmly and started thrusting into her mouth. Lynn’s eyes strained

toward the screen, seeking understanding for my sudden urgency. She mumbled something,

gargled really, but I couldn’t understand what she said. Come? Maybe. I shoved my

hips up and made her gargle again.

 

Yeah, like that, Sis. Like that.

       

I began thrusting regularly with full strokes, pulling almost all the way out of Lynn’s

mouth before shoving deep inside again. I stretched my head back and lunged, time

after time, into Lynn’s sweet face.

 

Mom was speaking. I turned to look. Stop it,” she giggled, waving the camera away

but not moving out of its way. I strained my head forward, firmly holding Lynn’s,

and thrust harder, watching Mom dance around in front of the camera.

 

“Unnngghhhh, unnngghhh, unnngghhhh,” I groaned, pulling Lynn’s head hard on my cock,

my own bouncing up and down with the effort, hanging over the arm of the couch, eyes

straining not to miss a single erotic movement of Mom’s breasts and legs, or a single

flash of her eyes, or the tinkle of her playful laugh. Lynn’s face was straining sideways

too, just as unwilling to miss an instant of Mom’s presence.

 

No, really. Stop it! Mom cried, just as I exploded down Lynn’s throat.

 

“Oh Mom!” I cried. “Oh Sis,” I wailed, pumping my seed, slowing, my head falling back

and Lynn’s following, keeping her mouth on my cock, not too save her furniture, I

knew, but loathe to break our illicit contact. My cock popped out of Lynn’s mouth

with a loud sucking sound.

 

“We’re here,” she soothed, immediately capturing my wavering dick and folding her

lips around it, sucking in the last of my seepage as I lay, gasping, back arched and

head flung back.

 

Lynn’s mouth slid off my cock a moment later and her arms tugged on mine, urging me

back onto the couch. She pulled me up and let me fall back until my head hit the arm

properly, then scrambled up my chest. I thought she was going to take me then, to

insert my cock within her womb while the new scene of Mom played out, now in our old

backyard. That’s ok, I thought. I’ll fuck you now. But it wasn’t to be.

 

“It’s our turn now,” Lynn husked, her knee pressing between the couch and my head

as the other leg stretched over the arm. She pulled her dress up with one hand while

the other pulled my face toward her outstretched leg and bare pussy. I couldn’t see

the screen but I could see that Lynn was watching it as she lowered her cunt onto

my mouth. “Lick us,” she said.

 

We. Us. Why the plural. Was Lynn really losing it? Did she really think Mom was inside

her? I didn’t think she was referring to Mom’s presence on the screen because she

had made the reference before. Maybe Lynn needed to feel that Mom was still here.

Maybe that’s how she handled her loss. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue up hard.

Lynn’s cunt squeezed tightly around it and she moaned.

 

“Ohhh, Ty. Lick me, lick us,” she purred.

 

I lapped up her juice, my hands coming up to cup her ass, such a lovely ass. I tried

to hold her still so I could direct my tongue around her pussy but soon gave up. Lynn

knew exactly where she wanted me and steered her nether lips around my wet digit,

gripping my head firmly, like I had controlled hers.

 

“Eat me, eat us,” she urged, venting her confusion in gasping commands, her hips rubbing,

lurching, lunging, and squeezing my head.

 

“Do you want it?” she moaned. I tried to nod my head, or shake it, I wasn’t sure.

“Do you want to fuck it?” she cried, grinding on my face.

 

“Yeah!” I yelled, my muffled cry drowned in her soaking cunt.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Lynn wailed, yanking my head up tight, her legs shivering, soaking

my face. “I want you to fuck it,” she cried, pulling back, rubbing her pussy across

my nose. One final gasp, and Lynn sprawled back onto my chest and legs. She lay there,

breathing hard, one foot on the floor to steady herself and the other stretched out

beside my head, curled over onto my face. I kissed it.

 

“I love you,” I whispered, but I don’t think she heard me. I turned away. Mom was

staring out of the screen, an odd expression on her face. What was she looking at?

 

 

I ignored Dale’s instructions. I left Lynn on the couch. The last thing I was going

to do was carry her up to his bed, reeking of sex.

 

Passion subsiding, I promised myself I would leave soon. At least, I’d think about

it.

       

I didn’t join them for breakfast the next day. Instead, I stayed in bed, lolling around,

listening to the birds singing. I heard Dale leave early. An hour later the children’s

voices graced the morning air but soon, they too, were gone. I expected to see Lynn

coming across the lawn right after that but she didn’t appear. Still, I didn’t get

up.

 

Manuel appeared, clippers in hand, and trimmed the small, shaped hedges peppered around

the lawn. He moved slowly in the hot morning sun. I dozed off and awoke with a minor

start. She was coming, an almost transparent robe billowing about a flimsy summer

dress that didn’t look like more than a slip. As Lynn came closer, I saw that it was

a slip. Her hair varied again as she walked, from light red to deep brown, a trick

of the morning light. There was almost a bounce to her step but not quite; it was

more like she was flowing, as if in a dream. Was I awake?

 

She passed by Manuel, saying something and he turned to answer but she was already

past. He made the sign, his hand crossing over his chest in s
everal passes before

rising up to his forehead. Quickly, he turned away.

 

Lynn burst through the open glass doors into my bedroom, the filmy curtains draining

over her body until she was completely inside. She was wearing a slip. Just a slip,

nothing more. The curtains had been the billowing robe, fooling my brain. She raised

one sexy leg and placed a knee on the edge of my bed, her hand pulling back, holding

the hem up on that side, fully exposing her gorgeous thigh. Lynn tossed the book she

was holding in her other hand. It landed on my chest. As I drew myself up onto my

pillow, she arched her back and thrust her breasts against the silky slip. My sister

was definitely naked underneath, at least, above the waist.

 

“Mom never told me about your promise but I know all about it anyway. I’m not stupid,

you know.”

 

I picked up the book and Lynn swung her other knee onto the bed, holding the hem up

on that side too. It was the crossword book that had started it all, worn and dog-eared.

I leafed through the pages until I found it: ‘tits’, ‘pussy’, ‘showme’, followed by

‘leave her alone’ and ‘PROMISE’. I looked at Lynn. Did she really understand what

I had done, what a louse I really was?

 

“So what about it? So what if I wanted you to show me your tits and pussy. You never

did, until that day I ran into your room.”

 

“Yeah, I know, but you might remember that I threw this away.”

 

Although her words were accusing, Lynn’s voice was soft.

 

Still, I was defensive in my response, “Well, it wasn’t yours to throw away. It was

Mom’s.”

 

“So you took it out of the trash so she could find it?” Lynn demanded.

 

“No. She hadn’t finished it. You know how she was with her crosswords. She would have

looked for it and but she never would have looked back at the puzzles she’d already

finished so it would have been safe,” I justified my removal of the book from the

trash in Lynn’s bedroom.

 

“But she did, didn’t she?”

 

“I didn’t think she would,” I said firmly, feeling like I was getting in too deep

in an argument I couldn’t win, just like every argument I’d ever had with Lynn.

 

“I think you knew she would.”

 

“Give me a break. Why would I purposely risk getting caught with that,” I jabbed my

finger at the offending puzzle.

 

“You tell me,” Lynn purred, settling down on her rump, the slip riding higher as she

did.

 

“There’s no answer to that. It was just an accident that she saw it, that’s all.”

 

 

I couldn’t hold Lynn’s eyes and mine fell away, to her shoulder, and then onto her

breasts which, with her hip cocked to one side, bulged against the thin slip.

 

“I think you wanted Mom to find it,” Lynn’s voice was barely audible.

 

“Why would I want that,” I demanded.

 

“So you could force her into a promise,” Lynn pointed at the book, now closed but

I knew she was indicating the bold word: ‘PROMISE’ after ‘leave her alone’. It was

pretty incriminating.

 

“What did you make her do for you to keep her promise.”

 

I shook my head.

 

“Tell me,” Lynn demanded in her soft tone.

       

 

I looked up defiantly. Lynn dragged the hem of her slip up to her hips, revealing

the absence of panties as well as bra. The slip delved deeply between her tanned breasts

and I realized, as if it was a revelation, that Lynn tanned in the nude, or nearly

nude. Manuel must love that, I thought.

 

“Tell me,” she repeated.

 

I shook my head.

 

“I want to know,” she insisted, pushing her hips forward, forcing her knees apart.

Her pussy lips still looked ravaged, even though it must have been twelve hours since

they had rubbed so roughly across my face. “I’ll tell you what I promised her if you

tell me about yours,” my sister purred convincingly, pulling the hem of the slip up

her sides, exposing the underswells of her breasts.

 

I shook my head. Lynn pulled the slip over her head and tossed it on the bed, shaking

her hair, swishing it back and forth across her face.

 

“Tell me,” she said coquettishly, her hands, now free from holding the slip, stretching

forward to grasp the sheet covering me. “Tell me,” she repeated, clawing the sheet

back, drawing it down my chest until it caught on my erection. I hadn’t even been

aware of getting excited but all at once, I felt incredibly horny. I should have left

early. I should have gone. The sheet, tented up by my rising erection, was still caught

on my tip but a small tug from Lynn sent it cascading down my shaft and over my heavy

balls.

 

Lynn tittered, “He will if you won’t.”

 

“I can’t keep doing this, Lynn. You know what I promised Mom.”

 

Lynn yanked the sheet down to my feet and quickly straddled my legs. She placed her

hands on my hips on either side of my throbbing cock and leaned over it.

 

“Tell me,” she whispered, close enough to blow her hot breath over my tip. “I know

you promised not to fuck me but what did Mom do for you so you wouldn’t?”

 

I shook my head and Lynn expelled a longer breath.

 

“Did she touch it for you? Like this?”

 

Lynn slipped her hand under my balls and grasped my shaft with her other hand, slowly

jacking my cock, shaking the tip under her open mouth. She raised her lashes and gazed

directly into my eyes.

 

“You asked for more, didn’t you? Something like this?” Lynn’s tongue flicked out and

pasted itself against the underside of my helmet, then slowly licked up and off the

tip. I groaned, helpless. “Did Mom have to suck you to protect me?” Lynn hissed, dropping

her mouth over my cockhead and sliding it halfway in before jerking her head off.

 

 

“It wasn’t like that,” I gasped.

 

“But she did suck you, didn’t she?”

 

I nodded and lifted my hips up, pushing my cock toward Lynn’s mouth. Whether or not

I should have left, I needed her now. One more suck and lick and I’d make my escape.

Lynn granted my wish, dipping her head and taking me into her mouth again, her fingers

twisting around my shaft, but she withdrew before I could get in deep. She repeated

this over and over until I was lifting my ass off the bed at least a foot trying to

shove my aching cock into her mouth. Lynn kept applying her sweet torture, never letting

me get in more than halfway. She even helped by pushing her knees under my ass, letting

me rest it on her thighs while she worked magic with her mouth. The surprising thing

was that I didn’t try to hold her head like I had the night before, not once. It was

as if, deep down, I wanted to be tortured, wanted to be forced to confess.

 

Lynn pulled back and held her mouth just beyond my tip, licking it.

 

“Did she let you fuck her, for my sake?”

 

I bit my lip.

 

“Tell me baby brother,” she cooed, swirling her tongue around my head. “Tell me and

I’ll let you push it way in, even into my throat,” her voice became appropriately

husky.

 

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried. “She let me… fuck her.”

 

“Good boy,” Lynn purred. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it. Now big sister’s going

to take care of you.”

 

Her mouth dropped over my shaft to the halfway mark, then slowly forced its way down,

shoving more and more of my cock into her mouth u
ntil her lips grazed my hairs. Lynn

wiggled her head, squeezing her lips around my root, then withdrew, quicker than the

advance but still slow. She hovered over my cock again.

 

“Did you fuck her every day?”

 

I nodded.

       

“Did you fuck her on the couch while Dad was upstairs sleeping?”

 

I nodded and Lynn smiled.

 

“Did you fuck her in their bed?”

 

Another nod.

 

“And yours?”

 

“Yes, for Christ’s sake,” I yelled.

 

Lynn dropped her mouth and descended slowly, agonizingly slowly, down to my hairs

again, squeezed her lips and shook her head, then withdrew, releasing me with a loud

pop and a huge groan from me.

 

“I already knew,” she said. “Mom told me.”

 

I was shocked.

 

“Mom told you?” I asked, incredulously.

 

“Sure,” Lynn replied, as if it was no big deal. “She had to in order for my promise

to make sense.”

 

“What did you promise?”

 

Lynn laughed. “Not so fast mister. First, you have to do me. “

 

Lynn rolled off me onto her back and spread her legs wide, pulling her knees back

to bare herself lewdly.

 

“If you do it well, I’ll finish you and tell you what I promised Mom.”

 

How could I refuse an offer like that? It was no worse than what I’d done last night,

so I wasn’t really breaking my promise to Mom, technically, anyway.

 

I rolled over and put my face between my sister’s legs. She was ready. Despite her

commanding control of me just seconds before, Lynn began moaning as soon as my tongue

slipped between her lower lips. However, she was surprisingly resistant to coming

and I had to work really hard for a long time before she flushed my face with her

oil and then she made me wait another fifteen minutes while she recovered. Finally,

she rolled onto her side, grasped my cock, and started talking.

 

“Do you really want me to finish you first, or would you like me to tell you what

I promised?”

 

“You won’t leave me hanging, will you?”

 

“No,” Lynn purred, trying to sound very sexy, and succeeding. Of course, her fingers

lightly tickling my balls didn’t hurt.

 

“I promised Mom I would look after you,” she said. The way she said it, you’d have

thought it was a world saving revelation.

 

“She made you promise to look after me? That’s it?”

 

“Yup, that’s it,” she nodded, a huge smile on her face. “I told her it was a huge

sacrifice, but I promised to do it.”

 

“I can look after myself,” I said, indignantly, “despite what you and Mom think. I

didn’t marry a rich woman, but I can manage not to starve.”

 

“Especially with half the estate,” Lynn added.

 

“Even without Mom’s money,” I insisted.

 

“Well, little brother, I’m sure you can, but that’s not what Mom meant.”

 

Lynn’s hand was traveling up and down the full length of my cock and my mind was returning

to what Lynn had promised me, about not leaving me hanging. I didn’t want to ruin

it by arguing.

 

“Whatever,” I said. “It’s no big deal.”

 

“Oh, but it is, sweet brother. Mom said you were ruined, that no other woman would

be able to give you what you really need. She was heartbroken that she had done that

to you.”

 

“What do you mean, no other woman can give me what I need? Other women can fuck.”

 

 

“Not like your mother. You’ll never get that again and Mom said you won’t ever get

even close to that kind of thrill again, fucking your own mother in your father’s

house, unless…”

 

“Unless what?”

 

“Unless you could fuck your sister in her husband’s house.”

 

Lynn suddenly swung on top of me and hung her head close to mine, her thighs straddling

my hips, and her pussy hovering over my cock.

 

“You liked what I did last night, didn’t you?”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I hissed.

       

 

“Yes you do. You loved it, sitting there, talking to my husband while I fondled your

balls and stroked your cock. I could feel the excitement surging inside you when you

sent him away to get some water, could feel your power when my mouth slid over your

cock. That’s why I let you held my head, so you could push some of it into me, right

down my slutty little throat.”

 

“Lynn, I can’t. I promised Mom,” I begged.

 

Lynn lowered herself until her slit contacted my eager tip.

 

“Mom wants you to. I want you to, but you have to do it.”

 

I shook my head. “No, I can’t.”

 

“You know it’s right. What are you going to do, where are you going to go. You know

you belong right here, inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me every day for the rest of our lives,”

Lynn hissed.

 

“Oh God, oh God.”

 

“That’s it. Push up, take it, take me, take us,” she goaded.

 

I pushed into her slit, felt it’s slickness give way. I squeezed my cheeks and popped

inside. With an agonized wail, I thrust up hard, digging my cock forcefully into Lynn’s

swollen cunt. She was raining kisses all over my face, whispering, “Oh yes baby, fuck

me, fuck us, we love you.”

 

Lynn slammed her hips down and ground herself around on my root, impaling herself

on my shaft, forcing it as deep as it could go. I didn’t have to thrust up after that.

Lynn put my hands on her tits and her mouth on mine, and then proceeded to fuck the

daylights out of me. Not once did her mouth leave mine, her tongue swirling around

and then sucking mine into hers.

 

As Lynn milked my manhood with her grasping, devouring womanhood, I massaged her breasts

and sucked her nipples, then pushed my face between her breasts when my hands left

to slide over her squirming, undulating body which always seemed to be in perpetual

motion. Her soft yet resilient skin grew slick with sweat born of her herculean, loving

effort which I struggled to match. I plied every inch of her intoxicating flesh that

I could reach, especially the small of her back, the inside curvature of her waist

out to her hips and over the swells of her buttocks into the crease between her cheeks

and, of course, her lovely breasts. Lynn’s nipples I left to my mouth. We remained

joined, writhing from head to toe, until we both came in a huge, simultaneous climax.

I thrust up so hard I almost unhorsed my beautiful sister but she refused to be dethroned.

 

 

I realized afterwards that I hadn’t had breakfast. I was starving, but I rolled on

top of her and fucked her again before leaving for the big house to have lunch. Lynn

went upstairs to have a shower and I followed a little later. She was already out

and dry by the time I entered her bedroom. She was kneeling beside her marital bed

but she wasn’t praying. She leaned over onto the bedspread when I came in and knew

what she wanted. Without ceremony, I entered her from behind.

 

I was surprised but such arrogant possession seemed to be exactly what Lynn wanted

at that moment. We didn’t talk, we just fucked, silently except for moans and groans

and wheezing, and one brief exchange. That happened after I picked my sister up and

deposited her on the bed, pushed her forward onto her shoulders and clambered up to

mount her from behind. This wasn’t an issue, just a continuation of what we
had been

doing while she kneeled on the floor and leaned over the edge of the bed. It simply

achieved better access leading to deeper penetration. The difficulty surfaced when

I moved one of my hands, both of which had been holding her hips, to the center of

her back and then slid it back along her spine to the top of her rump, leading with

my thumb which I tried to insert into her ass as I rocked her with slow, lunging thrusts.

 

 

“No! No way!” Lynn shouted, reaching back to bat my hand away.

 

“Hey,” I responded, a little freaked out. “Don’t have a kitten. I was just fooling

around.”

 

“Well, don’t,” Lynn barked.

 

“Ok, ok. I won’t.”

 

I hadn’t stopped screwing her. I quickly regained my rhythm and all was forgotten,

especially after I reached under Lynn to grasp her breasts. She had magnificent tits

which I had really appreciated during our morning fuck when she sat astride me. They

were about the size of Mom’s, maybe a little smaller, but still perky with longish

nipples a little on the thick side, perfect for tweaking and sucking. They were also

quite sensitive and Lynn really liked having them pinched, rolled and tugged which

I did with a passion, trying to make up for my unfortunate probe of Lynn’s ass.

       

As I kissed Lynn’s back and nibbled her neck, fondled her tits, and screwed her from

my hunched over stance, it struck me that it wasn’t really unfortunate that she wasn’t

into anal sex. I had forgotten how much Mom had loved it and what a treat it was to

be in her pussy. Well, Lynn was the answer to my prayers. I pushed her flat onto the

bed, straddled her thighs and hooked my toes behind her knees to spread her legs,

and really got going on her. When she started moaning and gasping almost constantly,

I grasped her hair and gently tugged her head up and to one side so I could see her

face. It was a truthful painting of her mind, pure ecstasy. I rocked into her more

slowly, thrusting deeper with harder lunges. When she started her monologue, I knew

she was close and removed the brakes from my own mind.

 

“Oh Ty, fuck me… fuck us… yeah, oh, oh, fuck us, fuck… yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhhhh,

unghhhhh.”

 

Lynn pulled her head forward and I let go of her hair, letting her drop her face into

the mattress, where her groans were muffled beyond comprehension. It was a gentle

climax, not as raucous as the two earlier ones, but it was longer with more revivals.

After lying quietly on the bed, close and cuddling but not looking at each other,

Lynn suddenly turned to face me.

 

“You can fuck me anywhere, but not there,” she said matter-of-factly, then got up

and went to have a shower.

       

 

After that day, Lynn maee the journey from the familial home to my cottage every school

morning, usually greeted by Manuel as she passed with a smile and a brief, courteous

exchange. Lynn seemed very happy. Her world was complete: two beautiful and well-balanced

children, a wonderful home, a successful and loving husband, and a live-in lover,

who just happened to be her brother, to make up for her partner’s shortcomings in

the sex department. Weekends were a respite so the sex on Monday mornings was always

raucous, frequent, and fervent. As the week wore on, the sex became tamer, more languid

and, comfortable.

 

The indiscretions, however, continued. They could happen anytime but were more likely

to occur toward the end of the week. I thought they would have stopped now that we

had all day throughout the week to indulge in our sexual fantasies but it didn’t turn

out that way.

 

That mistaken belief may have been born in the expectation that, having sex so often,

my interest would have waned but when Lynn began dropping unmistakeably playful hints,

I became instantly aroused. Typically, it would start just before or after dinner

so that by the time we had some time alone, I was already hard or predisposed to quickly

become so. Usually, such teasing simply resulted in a sleepless night for me anticipating

my sister’s arrival the following morning but sometimes she would take pity and suck

my cock before banishing me to my lonely bed.

 

Almost always, the teasing played out in Dale’s nearby presence, sometimes even in

the same room. The former instances were always the more rewarding because only then

could I receive a satisfying treat. On the other hand, if Dale was physically present

in the same room but not looking, Lynn might stroke my leg or flash her own, but she

would never do anything which had the remotest chance of revealing the true nature

of our relationship. The outrageous behavior Lynn indulged in while Dale stood behind

the couch that fateful night, when Lynn fondled and then sucked my cock for the first

time, was never repeated.

 

However, Lynn loved touching my cock when Dale was working in his office and, once

in a blue moon, she would even fish it out and lean over to give it a teasing kiss

or two and a few quick sucks. That’s just what happened one Friday night when Dale

was working particularly late on an especially difficult case. It had started before

dinner, when Lynn arrived downstairs sporting a new aroma, an old perfume she had

uncovered in her bathroom. Did Dale remember it?

 

Evidently not, but it was a trick question. Poor Dale. The perfume was one I had bought

her while killing a Wednesday afternoon shopping. She wore it the next day, all over,

demanding I lick the scent off her perfumed body as penance for buying such an ‘offensive’

odor. That was a fun morning.

 

Later, after the kids went to bed, Lynn and I watched an old family video which always

got us both very aroused. Lynn began putting her feet in my lap and rubbing my crotch

with her heels, then turned her feet inward and rubbed the length of my hardness with

the curved sole of her foot.

 

She was driving me crazy, flashing me sexy smiles and pouts, and whispering that she

could hardly wait until Monday. Her timing made me think back to how things had progressed

with Mom and made me wonder if she had the same penchant for adventurism within a

safe environment. Let’s face it, Mom had first responded and then initiated improper

behavior when Dad was around, when nothing too far out of line could occur, or shouldn’t

have been able to happen. In a sense, Lynn was getting off on the same thing but possibly

with a practical purpose. She got me worked up when she knew I had to wait a whole

weekend to satisfy my urges, two empty days when I could take it upon myself to leave

but wouldn’t, held back by the promise of the particularly lewd sex Lynn liked to

engage in on Monday mornings. Was Lynn insecure? Was she afraid that I would tire

of her and go?

 

I didn’t know but I suspected it as her motive. I wished I could think of some way

to put her at ease, to let her know that I truly loved her and would never leave,

not now, not after comprehending the wisdom of Mom’s message that I could never be

happy with any other woman in the world. I also knew that no other man could satisfy

Lynn like I could. It was apparent in the simple way she tensed up beneath me, lying

full length during our slow fucks, her body melding to mine, hips lifting as I withdrew

to keep her pussy rubbing against my groin.

 

That’s when I settled on a self-serving answer to my quest. I knew exactly what would

convince Lynn that I would neve
r leave: that she would give me everything I wanted,

whenever I wanted it. In her mind, I reasoned, that would mean I’d never have to look

anywhere else. So why was she insecure now? Because she was holding back. That was

the core of my male reasoning and I set about to fix my sister’s problem.

       

 

Back to the couch. Despite Dale’s proximity, Lynn managed to hook her toes in the

elastic waistband of my shorts and drag the front down over my swollen cock, freeing

it to waver about in the dim light. I immediately snapped my eyes on Dale, working

diligently to some patient’s benefit in his office. Lynn actually laughed out loud

at my surprise and discomfort. I couldn’t believe she was behaving so dangerously

and making so light of it. Before I could put myself back into my shorts, Lynn had

wrapped her bare feet around my half-hard staff and started worshipping it with her

colorfully painted toes and soft soles.

 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” she whispered. “I’ve covered for you before.”

 

 

Her teasing laugh was annoying but her footwork was divine. In no time, my cock hardened,

expanding to full height and thickness in response to Lynn’s accompanying, teasingly

whispered, “oohs” and “ahhhs” and “what a manly steed”.

 

Annoying, but it made me harder too.

 

“If I was a woman,” she whispered, “I would do anything to get that inside me. Oh,

fair knight, won’t you ride me tonight?” Titter, titter.

 

Her giggling brought her husband’s attention. He looked out his door at me, smiled

and waved, then turned back to his work. Lynn didn’t stop rubbing her feet up and

down my cock for a instant. Abruptly, she leaned forward, stretching out on the couch

to lean over me.

 

“Put your hand on my ass and pinch me if he gets up,” she whispered.

 

The words were barely out of her mouth when my cock replaced them. Lynn made love

to my cock. She worked intensely but without hurry, licking up and down my shaft,

tickling my balls one minute and squeezing them hard the next if she thought I was

getting too excited. She obviously didn’t want me to come, she wanted to play with

me, to tease me mercilessly so I would think of her all weekend.

 

My hands weren’t allowed to guide her head. Each time I tried to hold her head in

place, she squeezed me hard until I let go. My sister was in control. I wanted to

lean my head back on the couch and let go, free to moan my pleasure to let her know

how good her mouth felt, but I struggled to look like I was watching the video in

case Dale looked up again. Lynn clearly felt no such obligation. The only sacrifice

she made was to suck me quietly unlike her sometimes noisy and sloppily wet performances.

This was the best, neat suck, I had ever had.

 

My hand roamed all over Lynn’s ass. The only risky thing I did was to pull her skirt

right up so I could slip my fingers inside her panties to fondle her cheeks and tease

the crack in her butt. I had been doing this for some time before I realized that

Lynn hadn’t rebuked me for dragging my finger up and down through her crack, something

I would normally be sure to avoid. Perhaps it was Mom’s presence in the video as a

reminder of the many times I had loved her ass that made me so careless. I don’t know

but for some reason, perhaps her concentration on making me horny for the weekend,

Lynn didn’t notice either.

 

I decided to test the situation. The next time I got too excited and Lynn clamped

down on my balls, I pushed the tip of my longest finger deep between her cheeks and

scraped it over her tiny butt hole. Lynn flinched and squeezed her cheeks but didn’t

squeeze me harder or try to pull her ass away, nor did she release my cock to brush

my offending finger away. Interesting.

 

When my excitement abated to Lynn’s satisfaction, she eased the pressure on my balls

and starting sucking me again. I, for my part, kept my finger in place until the third

bob of my sister’s head. Then, instead of removing it, I rubbed it back and forth

across her anus. No reaction! No tirade! Nothing.

 

Encouraged, I reached farther down to dip my finger into the rear of Lynn’s pussy.

She was already wet. I pushed my finger in, then out, and back in a little further,

again and again until it was all the way in. Lynn mumbled her appreciation around

her mouthful of meat so I pushed a second finger inside. Later, I dragged my finger

out and slid it through her crack, parting her supple cheeks until I reached her bunghole,

and rubbed her juice over her wrinkly bud. I was surprised when, rather than a rebuke

or no reaction at all, Lynn mumbled a similar sound to her appreciation upon my entry

to her pussy.

 

I returned to her slickness but was soon back at her rear hole. This time, after a

brief rub, I tentatively inserted my fingertip and pushed in to the first knuckle.

Lynn’s only reaction was to suck me harder. Could she really be unaware? Was she concentrating

so hard she didn’t know I was violating her ass, her one, single taboo? I leaned forward,

as close to her bobbing head as I could without getting a black eye, and whispered,

“I love you.”

       

 

Lynn didn’t even react to that. I glanced at Dale to make sure he was still working.

I had completely forgotten about him which was very foolish. I looked down at my sister’s

ass and pulled her skirt up because it had fallen down over her beautiful round rump.

I admired her ass. I missed Mom’s and I wanted Lynn’s. I sucked my finger into my

mouth, coating it with as much saliva as I could, and quickly dropped it onto Lynn’s

cheeks, then pushed it through to her hole and straight inside.

 

“Ummmphhhh,” Lynn moaned over her mouthful of cock.

 

I had plunged past the tip, right up to the second knuckle. Gently, I worked my finger

in to the hilt, then held it still, satisfied with my progress and content to watch

her head working over my cock and the invasive presence of my finger in her butt.

Soon, I bored of being the passive observer and started applying pressure against

Lynn’s ass, backing off, them pushing in again. I didn’t pull my finger out and pull

it back in. I left it fully plugged into Lynn’s ass but pressed my hand in, then eased

the pressure, then applied it again, and again, and again.

 

I finger-fucked my sister’s ass for a long time. Several times, Lynn stopped sucking

and squeezed my balls hard. I guess I was getting close and wasn’t even aware of it.

I didn’t still my own hand, I kept finger-fucking her ass without a single protest

from my beautiful sister. Once, while squeezing my balls, she dropped her head on

my lap under my cock and breathed long and deep, in time with my shoving finger and

flicking her tongue over the top of my balls. I realized then she wasn’t just tolerating

me, which she may have been doing at the beginning, she was really enjoying it.

 

The only thing that stopped our suck and ass fest was the lurch of Dale’s chair away

from his desk. Lynn immediately threw herself across my lap and pretended to be sleeping

and I pulled her skirt down to cover her bare, pantiless ass. Dale simply glanced

at us and smiled on his way past. He returned a minute later, tall glass of water

in his hand, and headed straight to his office. Upon the scrape of his chair, Lynn

pulled back but before she could recapture my cock, I yanked my shorts up.

 

“It’s getting late,
” I said. “I think I’ll go to bed.”

 

I leaned over, gave a surprised Lynn a quick kiss and got up, then walked quickly

away.

 

“Wait,” Lynn whispered, glancing at her husband. “Wait.”

 

But it was too late. I turned left around the corner and started down the hallway

to the kitchen.

 

I stopped as soon as I was out of Lynn’s sight and waited. I heard her frantic footsteps

scurrying across the tiles trying to catch up to me. She burst around the corner and

slammed right in to me. I picked up her shocked body and physically pushed her against

the wall, holding her feet right off the ground. I was prepared, my shorts already

down to my knees. I lifted her knees up to my hips and searched for her slick slit

with my hungry cock, quickly found it and slid in to the hilt, filling her with my

meat.

 

“Oh God,” Lynn moaned, before clamping her own hand over her mouth.

 

I quickly launched a series of serious lunges up her cunt, banging her against the

wall, sliding her up and down until she managed to clasp her legs around my back.

 

 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard on Monday,” I whispered thickly, “in every hole you’ve

got.”

 

I jammed my cock in hard to emphasize my point.

 

“Everywhere,” I gasped. “Everywhere.”

 

“Everywhere,” Lynn echoed, submissively.

 

Then I did one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. I pulled out and set

Lynn down, then quickly walked away. I looked back at my sister as I turned right

into the kitchen. She had slumped to the floor, her skirt in disarray around her hips,

bare legs open and askew, exposing her inflamed pussy, and her face in absolute shock.

I didn’t smile, I didn’t gloat, I just left.

       

 

I acted like everything was normal over the weekend but Lynn was tense and withdrawn.

I felt kind of bad but I wanted to take control of our relationship, had played my

cards well, and now needed to keep the pressure on. She had been teasing me to get

her own way, I had just put the shoe on the other foot. The benefit would be possessing

Lynn completely, including her luscious ass. Now that I had freed myself of my promise

to Mom, or rather that Lynn had superseded my obligation with her own, I felt free

to make the most of the situation. I found myself admiring my sister’s ass on every

opportunity and had to chide myself when my excitement wound up too high. The last

thing I wanted to do was become too eager and thereby lose my hand.

 

By the end of the weekend Lynn had softened, especially after supper on Sunday but

I maintained a casually aloof manner. I didn’t stay long after dinner, making a tactical

decision to withdraw. I had trouble getting to sleep. I kept second-guessing myself

because I felt bad about treating Lynn like that. The more I thought about her, the

more I felt like a cad and I wanted to rush back to the house to apologize.

 

Truth be known, anal sex wasn`t a big thing for me; it was Mom’s predilection, so

why was Imaking a big deal about it? I knew why — control. So why did I need to control

her? I loved her spontaneity just as much as I loved the fact I knew her better than

probably anyone else on the planet. The fact that she could still surprise me was

astounding but she did so, often.

 

I fell asleep remembering small things, the walks we went on to pass the time of day;

shopping, something I hated but had grown to enjoy with Lynn; relaxing in the yard;

sitting together on a bench watching boats go by; reading; and talking about our past.

I realized, as I drifted off, that I didn`t want Lynn`s ass, I wanted her. I loved

her. Tomorrow, I`ll make things right, I vowed.

       

 

The birds woke me up. I groggily lifted my head, surprised due to my sleepiness that

the sun was streaming through the windows, all bright and cheerful. I shook the cobwebs

out of my head and got up to relieve myself, splashed some water on my face and returned

to get dressed but instead flopped down on the bed again. The trip to the bathroom

hadn’t lost my morning piss-hard, a point made known to me when I landed on the mattress.

I groaned and turned over onto my back, allowing my manhood to rise up.

 

What a night. I had slept so soundly I couldn’t even remember dreaming. I remembered

vowing to make up for my treatment of Lynn. I looked out the door at that moment and

saw my sister approaching. She seemed happy, almost dancing across the lawn. She smiled

and waved to Manuel as she skipped by, speeding up as she passed him. My cock hardened.

Why not become nice after the first one? A bit of ass for nostalgia’s sake wouldn’t

hurt anyone. Lynn burst through the French doors and leapt onto the bed, shrieking

in delight at the sight of my eager hardon.

 

“Well, I can see I’m appreciated by at least someone around here,” she laughed, reaching

out and grabbing me.

 

“You are definitely appreciated in cottageland,” I confirmed.

 

“You didn’t seem so appreciative Friday night,” Lynn accused. “Or all weekend for

that matter,” she huffed.

 

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” I said, pulling her over on top

of me.

 

Lynn held herself up with one hand on my shoulder while she guided my stiffy to her

entrance, rubbed it through her already wet slit, and then slowly rode it down until

she was sitting on me.

 

“Oohhh,” she sighed, “I shouldn’t have eaten so much for breakfast.

 

“Feeling a little full, are we?” I laughed.

 

“We are now,” Lynn replied, moving up and down as she squatted over me.

 

I put my hands behind my head and we chatted about where we should go that afternoon.

It was a very relaxed conversation which surprised me given how excited Lynn seemed

when she first burst through the curtains. Even when she began moving quite quickly,

the conversation proceeded at a normal pace, albeit interspersed with small gasps,

pleased sighs, and brief moans. Every once in a while, Lynn would lean forward and

kiss me for a minute or two before sitting back on her haunches but she never stopped

moving. She was a constant, fluid, fucking machine.

 

I alternated between rubbing her legs, from her hips down to her bent knees and around

to her feet and back, and massaging her breasts which were particularly perky that

morning. At some point, we stopped talking and concentrated on what we were doing.

It wasn’t much longer after that that Lynn leaned back and rode me at a gallop, head

tipped back, holding on to my outstretched hands to keep herself from falling back.

She was still shuddering from her orgasm when she leaned forward and stretched out

full length atop me, skin to skin from head to toe. I waited until she was breathing

normally before finding her rear hole and pushing the tip of my finger inside.

 

“You really want to do that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice surprisingly normal

despite the presence of my finger in her virgin ass.

 

“Yes.” My own voice was hoarse with sudden desire.

 

“Is that why you left me hanging, you cruel bastard, so I’d need it so badly and let

you do it?”

 

“Yes,” I admitted.

 

“Then you shouldn’t have let me do what I just did. You’ve lost your leverage,” Lynn

laughed.

 

“Damn,” I replied, wiggling my finger about to loosen her up.

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“So you’re relying on my good will to let you have a sympathy ass fuck?”

 

“I guess that’s the plan now.”

 

“Ok, little brother. Get behind me. I’m ready now,” she husked.

 

Lynn pulled herself off my cock and flopped down on the bed beside me. I rolled around

and she spread her legs, lifting her ass up a little.

 

“Wait,” I said. “Don’t move.”

 

I scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a

tube of lube I hadn’t used since nailing Mom’s bum. Kneeling behind her, I squeezed

some between her cheeks and started working it into her butt hole with one finger.

Lynn tolerated this apprehensively for a minute or two, then seemed to relax and almost

enjoy it. I applied more lube and continued fingering her ass.

 

“Play with yourself,” I whispered.

       

 

Obediently, Lynn pushed her hands underneath herself and her fingers appeared, stretching

through her slit. When Lynn seemed to be getting off on her own manipulation, I leaned

over her back.

 

“You’re going to really love it. It was Mom’s favorite.”

 

Immediately, I felt like a real asshole for saying that. What woman wants to do something

with you because another woman liked it? Nevertheless, I pushed a second finger into

Lynn’s ass, meeting some resistance. I was positive Lynn was an anal virgin and that

excited me. Slowly, Lynn’s ring accommodated to the extra girth.

 

“We like it already,” Lynn cooed, moving her ass around on my fingers.

 

She was ready. I moved closer, bringing my tingling cock into position for the rear

entry.

 

I guess Lynn didn’t seem to mind what I’d said, probably because it was Mom and Lynn

was trying to replace her for me. That thought struck me hard. Lynn was sacrificing

her own identity to please Mom and me. She said ‘we’ or ‘us’ more and more, as if

Lynn didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t fair, to her. Suddenly, I remembered what I’d

been thinking just before I fell asleep. I had to stop this, and more, I had to get

Lynn to stop trying to be Mom for me.

 

My cock was less than an inch from Lynn’s butt. I pulled my fingers out and barely

stopped myself from pushing inside her when her slightly gaping hole appeared, waiting

for my assault. My cock inched closer. God, her ass looks so hot, I thought.

 

Lynn pushed back until my tip nudged her yawning hole. I was lost, I started to push

in.

 

“Will it hurt, Ty?”

 

She sounded so fragile. A lump formed in my throat and I stopped.

 

“It might,” I admitted. “Let’s not do it this way.”

 

“No, I want you to,” Lynn insisted. “We want you to fuck us,” she purred, sounding

sexy again. “Fuck us in the ass.”

 

“No,” I said, curtly, pulling away and falling onto my back on the bed. “I can’t.”

 

 

“Why?” Lynn asked, stretching across my chest. “What did I do wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” I sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

 

“But, then why…”

 

“It’s not you, babe. It’s ‘we’.”

 

“I don’t understand.”

 

“I don’t want you to be Mom for me. I want you to be you.” I forced myself up onto

my elbow, pushing Lynn off, and leaned over her. “I loved Mom but I love you too,

not more, differently, but just as much, and I love you as you. Can you understand

that.”

 

“I think so.”

 

“I love you, Lynn, and I want to make love to you, just you, and I don’t want you

doing anything because you think Mom would have done it. Okay?”

 

“Okay.”

 

I kissed her, pulled back, smiled, and kissed her again.

 

“I love you,” I said.

 

“I know, you already said that.”

 

I kissed her again, for longer.

 

“Will you make love to me?” Lynn asked, pushing my face away.

 

“That’s what I had in mind,” I said.

 

“I want you to do something else first.”

 

“Okay,” I said, starting to move lower and pushing Lynn’s legs apart.”

 

“Not that, although I wouldn’t mind some of that this afternoon.”

 

“Then what?” I asked.

 

“Will you fuck me in the ass?”

 

“Lynn.”

 

“No really. I want to know what it’s like.”

 

“You’re sure?”

 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

 

“It might hurt a little, at first.”

 

“I’m sure it will,” Lynn insisted, turning onto her side and then onto her stomach,

“but I can take it.”

 

I got behind her as she lifted her ass up and opened her legs.

       

 

“No more fingers,” she said.

 

“Okay, but I don’t want to hear ‘we’ or ‘us’ anymore, just ‘I’.”

 

“It’s a deal.”

 

“Deal,” I grunted, unable to keep my voice even as I pushed into my sister’s innocent

ass. “Oh God, Lynn. I love you,” I moaned, the head of my cock spreading her virgin

ring.

 

“Do you love my ass?” Lynn gasped.

 

“Yes,” I admitted, “but I love you more,” I groaned, pulling out and falling to the

bed beside my sister.

 

“What’s wrong,” Lynn asked, her voice a mixture of disappointment, concern and relief.

 

 

“Nothing,” I replied, sighing, a sigh of true peace and happiness. “I just realized

that I actually do want to hear a lot about ‘us’, just you and me, from now on. Can

we do that?”

 

Lynn put her arm across my chest and around my neck.

 

“We sure can,” she said, just before she kissed me.

 

“I want to remember Mom, but I don’t want you to be her.”

 

“I got it, Ty. I wasn’t really trying to. I just wanted to please you.”

 

“I just wanted to be clear.” I kissed Lynn’s upper lip softly.

 

“So, do you want to make it crystal clear?” Lynn said in her playful voice.

 

“Absolutely,” I replied.

 

“Then give me a baby.”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me. I want your baby.”

 

Lynn’s hand slid down my chest and her fingers curled around my cock.

 

“I can’t do that.”

 

“Of course you can. Just put your cock in me and come.”

 

“It would be too confusing.”

 

“No it won’t. All Dale wants is his career and neither you nor I will be happy with

anyone else. It makes perfectly good sense. If you leave, I’ll chase you, and this

will keep the family together and happy.”

 

“I don’t know, Lynn.”

 

She was stroking my semi-hard dick which was already agreeing with her.

 

“I do,” she said, fitting me between her lips and forcing me into her cunt. I gasped

in pure pleasure.

 

“And I do want you to fuck my ass,” she whispered, “but not until you’ve proven that

this job is done. She grasped my hand and pulled it around behind her, guiding my

long finger to her butt hole. “Make me pregnant,” she hissed.

 

Three years later, Lynn put little Tyke down and patted him on his behind.

 

“Go see Daddy,” she exclaimed.

 

Tyke ran across the patio, shrieking with his usual enthusiasm, straight to me. I

picked him up and whirled him around. On the second time around, I realized what had

just happened and looked anxiously at Dale. He was oblivious, reading an article,

as usual. Lynn was laughing sheepishly, re
alizing her slip, and Rosita was smiling 

with approval.

 

I whirled Tyke faster for the third trip around. I was a little giddy, partly because

it was Mom’s birthday. Twice a year, on her birthday and at Christmas because Mom

loved that time of year, Lynn and I brought Mom into our circle. We celebrated her

memory by doing it the special way that she loved. It had grown on me and it certainly

had on Lynn who was already lobbying for us to celebrate Mom on Easter, Halloween,

and the day she passed away.

 

I put Tyke down and sent him on his way. Thinking about the celebration was making

me conspicuous so I sat down. Lynn twisted sideways on her lounge, pointing her luscious

derriere my way, which only made things worse. She cast a naughty glance over her

shoulder and twitched her bottom to let me know she that knew exactly what I was thinking

about, and that she was too. Oh, how I loved family life!

 

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