An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

Chapter 9: Sister

“Mmmmmmph!” Cassidy pulled back and smiled at me. “I love you, Ben!”

“Love you too, Freckles. See you next year.”

“Mmmmmmph!” Megan backed her lips away from mine and grinned. “I love you, Ben!”

“Love you too, Megan. Call me as soon as you get home.”

“Will do.”

And then I waved at both girls as they walked across the parking lot to their cars. I sighed. After four days straight of the most mind-blowing sex, thankfully absent of any further politicking between the girls, I was NOT looking forward to a week without either one of them. And despite the pleasantness of the past week, I knew that something in our relationships would be radically changing once they both got back and we all sat down to have our “talk”.

But that was more than a week away. For now, it was just Winter Break and after the strain of finals I was looking forward to some time to just unwind. If nothing else, I actually missed hanging out with my sisters and Eden and Emma had been whining about how I paid them no attention this past week.

“Byeee, Bennieeee…” came the teasing female voice behind me. I turned to see Brooke miming kissing thin air with lots of tongue and I rolled my eyes. Well, SOME little sisters could be nothing but annoying.

“Come on,” I waved her towards the parking lot. “Let’s go home.”

“So you got assigned taxi duty?” Brandi, my older sister, grinned at me. She was standing outside baggage claim at John Wayne Airport when I pulled up and then ran around to greet her with a friendly hug.

“Yeah. Mom and Dad said if they provide the car, I’ve got to drive wherever they want, whenever they want. I live to serve.”

“Fine. You may take that, my good man.” Brandi looked down her nose at me and pointed at her heavy suitcase.

Chuckling, I stepped over and hoisted the thing up, dropping it into my trunk. “Just don’t expect me to hold your door open for you,” I drawled before returning to the driver’s side.

Brandi just grinned and hopped into the passenger side. Soon we were off for the short trip back to the house.

“When do you fly back up?” I asked as I merged with traffic for the loop back to MacArthur Blvd.

“Not until January 21. Cal is off for a full four weeks!” Brandi bragged.

“You suck,” I moaned. High School resumed in two weeks.

“So how’s the love life? You still with Megan?”

I grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“Okay, but you have to swear not to tell Mom and Dad. They don’t know the details.”

“Sure, whatever,” Brandi waved carelessly towards the window.

“I’m dating both Megan and Cassidy.”

Brandi snorted and gave me a look. “Both of them?”

I grinned and nodded.

“How the hell does THAT work?”

I sighed, remembering all the drama. “Honestly, not all that well sometimes.”

“Good grief, Ben,” Brandi chuckled while shaking her head. “Didn’t you learn ANYTHING from Dawn and Dayna?”

I arched an eyebrow. “What do they have to do with anything?”

Brandi adopted her big sister look of wisdom. “Two girls is dangerous, Ben. I’ve seen some guys try to pull it off at Cal. DISASTER every time. You lucked out that Dayna was willing to step back for her little sister, otherwise Dawn might not be your best friend anymore right now. I don’t know if you’re going to be so lucky with these girls.”

“And what do you know about dating? You seeing anybody right now?”

Brandi smiled. “Yeah… there’s this one guy…”

“You sleeping with him?”

“Ben! You can’t ask me that!” My sister looked positively scandalized that her little brother would ask such a question.

I shrugged. “Hey, I’m more than happy to tell you I’m banging two chicks at once.”

“That’s because you’re a GUY. You actually get bonus points for that. Girls just get labeled sluts for putting out too easily.”

“Fine, fine,” I rolled my eyes and focused on the road. Taxis always tried to cut people off on this turn getting to the 405.

“And NO, I’m not sleeping with him,” Brandi went on to clarify. “We just started seeing each other… but… I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not sure about him just yet, and I don’t want to get a reputation. It’s bad enough being associated with Dayna, Miss I’m-at-college-and-I-want-to-party-all-the-time. She’s already on her fourth boyfriend in just one semester.”

“Fair enough.” I nodded.

It was more than a minute later when Brandi said softly, “Still… it would’ve been really nice to get laid.”

Our parents were suitably happy to see Brandi when we arrived, hugging her and talking about how they were oh-so-proud of their “college girl”. Both parents then promptly sat Brandi down and grilled her for over an hour about all the changes made to the campus of their old alma mater.

Brandi moaned about the football team going 3–8 and losing the Big Game against Stanford 36–30, of which Mom and Dad were suitably depressed as well.

Sometime around the 45-minute mark, I wandered in and Brandi looked at me pleadingly to rescue her from our parents. I just grinned and kept walking, being the bastard of a little brother that I was.

Late that night, I finished up the video game I hadn’t played in over a week. The rest of the house was quiet since it was close to midnight, and yawning I decided to finally take a shower and go to sleep.

Even thought I’d gotten laid more times than I could count in the past several days, I was still horny and terribly missing my girlfriends on this first Friday without either one of them. I knew I’d be in for quite the jerk-off session in the shower to relax myself before I went to sleep.

I was used to being the only one in the house still awake at this hour. And so it was without further thought that I crossed the hallway wearing nothing but a towel around my waist and went to open the bathroom door.

Only the knob wouldn’t twist. It was locked from the inside and in confusion I jiggled the knob a few more times, wondering who the hell was in the bathroom at this hour. And as I stared dumbly at uncooperative knob, the door suddenly popped open to reveal my older sister standing there with wet hair and her own towel wrapped around her torso, tucked between her cleavage and just barely falling below her crotch. “Ben?”

“Oh, uh, sorry… I didn’t realize anyone else was still awake.”

Brandi smiled at me. “College hours. I can’t sleep before midnight anymore.” And then her smile turned into a grin as she realized my eyes were roving hungrily up and down her body, trying to glimpse a little more flesh. I hadn’t forgotten her occasional naked streaking across the hallway from the past summer.

“Hmph, same old Ben,” Brandi chuckled. “It’s too bad you were such a bastard before, not rescuing me from Mom and Dad when I needed you. If you had, I might’ve rewarded you tonight.”

My jaw dropped and with that, Brandi strode out of the bathroom and calmly sashayed over to her bedroom. I turned and followed her with my eyes, and just before she closed the door, she turned her head sideways to make sure I was looking and then dropped the towel to the floor, flashing me a wonderful view of her naked back and exquisitely tight ass.

And then the door closed and she was gone.

I blinked several more times before finally stepping into the bathroom and turning the shower on. Now I had one more image in my head to jerk off to.

Saturday was the first full day of winter break, so I spent most of it asleep.

But once I did wake up, I found that everyone was splitting off in their own directions. Now that school was out, all us kids were eager to hang out with our friends in a purely social situation. Brandi had arranged to meet up with her old High School friends, I was playing basketball with Kenny, Daniel, and the boys; and the younger siblings were heading to the mall. Even Eden and Emma were going off to visit friends.

As the two kids with driver’s licenses, Brandi and I were assigned to drop everyone off and arrange pickups before heading our separate ways. So my sister and I sat down and worked out all the scheduling while also commiserating over how much of a drag it was to have to chauffer the rugrats. And when my big sis lightly punched me in the arm as we parted, I couldn’t help but realize… she was FINALLY treating me as an equal.

Maybe it was because I was taller and heavier than her. Maybe it was simply because I had my own license. But I certainly remembered all the “big sister” condescension I used to get from her. In the old days, when Brandi and I were assigned to complete some chore together, she immediately took charge, made all the decisions, and then bossed me like an angry tyrant. But today, we worked out the schedule together and when Brandi asked me to drive clear across town to pick up the twins because she wanted to stay out an extra half-hour, I told her “no” and she simply shrugged and caved. The old Brandi would never have compromised.

Something had happened while she was away at college. I became the lead kid in the family, riding herd on my younger siblings. And Brandi had gone from the social elite of being a High School Senior in town to just another anonymous freshman at a big University with over 30,000 students. The way we interacted with people had simply changed. I’d grown a spine and she’d picked up some temperance.

It was a whole new relationship for the two of us.

Later on Saturday night, I found my hands getting a little twitchy as I played video games, and the twitches weren’t coming from too much button mashing. I was horny. Hey, I was sixteen. I was ALWAYS horny.

The twins had fallen asleep long ago and Brooke had gone to bed around 11pm. It was just after midnight now, and I turned the volume down on the TV so that I could hear the upstairs shower running. There could only be one person up there, and with memories of the previous night and Brandi’s summer teasing, I found myself yearning to be in that hallway when she emerged.

Abruptly, the shower turned off and the sound of water rushing through the pipes faded away. Without a second thought, I turned off the video game and hustled up to my bedroom to quickly strip down and wrap a towel around my waist. I figured my own need to take a shower would be my only reasonable excuse for why I was waiting in the hallway.

Sure enough, two minutes after I got myself into position, the door popped open and Brandi stepped out with her towel wrapped around her torso, coming to a sudden halt in surprise when she saw me waiting.

Trying to keep my eyes from wandering, I stammered, “Uh, just waiting for my turn.” It was a line I’d mentally rehearsed three times already, and I winced as even I heard my weakly forced delivery.

“Riiight,” Brandi drawled, clearly not buying my excuse. Then an impish smirk crossed her face and she quickly looked both ways down the hallway, making sure that all doors were closed. And in a soft voice, her eyelids half-closed as she murmured, “You’re looking for another free peek.”

I gulped and blushed, caught red-handed. The tent forming in my towel only added to my embarrassment.

When my eyes went back up, I saw that Brandi was looking a little flushed herself. Her dark eyes were stormy as she glanced over my body, ogling me just as much as I wanted to do to her. Her tongue darted out and crossed her upper-lip, a gesture that I remembered from Keira as one of the signs of arousal. And my heart started racing faster as I contemplated what that could mean.

Without another word, Brandi then stepped forward and grabbed my hand. She glanced around the hallway again to make sure the coast was clear, and then hurriedly she dragged me into her bedroom and shut the door.

Now my heart was pounding and I was breathing hard with anticipation and anxiety. I was in my sister’s bedroom. Alone. Wearing nothing but a towel. Brandi turned to face me and in a husky voice, she said, “Here’s the deal: you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

My eyebrows went up, but Brandi’s gaze was entirely on my crotch, where the towel was being pushed out rather obscenely. “C’mon, Ben,” she added when I didn’t immediately respond. “Nothing we both haven’t seen before.”

In a husky voice of my own, I nodded and said, “Okay,” and my hands went to the fold that was holding my towel around my waist.

Brandi picked her gaze up to my eyes in alarm, her chest rising as she was breathing hard as well. “But just to look. We’re not touching or anything, got it?”

“No problem.” And with a flick of my wrist, my towel dropped to the floor. Semi-consciously, I thrust out my pecs and tightened my abs, which had the side-effect of making my hard erection bob just a bit.

Biting her lip nervously while staring straight at my dick, Brandi flicked her wrist between her breasts and then her own towel fell, revealing those round tits that sat high on her chest, capped by small, dark nipples. Her tummy was toned and lightly muscled, and my gaze dropped all the way down to her shaven pussy and lithe legs. I think my dick grew an extra eighth of an inch.

I’m not sure how long we stood there and stared at each other. I did know that the longer I stared, the closer I wanted to get. Hell with closer, I wanted to get my dick INSIDE of her. Sister or not, Brandi was a babe.

But the instant my resolve crumbled and I took half a step forward, Brandi turned away and looked at the floor. Her whole body was shuddering and she said in a thready voice, “Go take your shower, Ben.”

For a few seconds, there were no sounds but that of both of us breathing hard. Then with a sharp inhalation on my part, I grabbed my towel and left the room.

When I jerked off in the shower that night, Brandi was the only girl in my mind.

Sunday was calm enough. It was Christmas Eve and by family tradition, we all stayed home to hang out together.

We found some movies on cable and I soon found myself on the big couch, surrounded by little sisters as both Eden and Emma decided to use me as a backrest. Brooke took the opportunity to stretch out on the wing chair, draping her legs over the left armrest. My parents were on the loveseat together.

Sometime around 2pm, Brandi awoke and meandered in during the movie with a steaming cup of coffee. Without a word, she squished Emma closer to my side and then settled into the vacant spot. When I glanced at her, she just smiled casually and without any tension between us. It was as if our little moment last night didn’t matter.

I smiled back and looked around at my siblings and parents, all relaxing and enjoying a movie together. It was a pleasant little 21st century family moment.

Afterwards we played some board games and generally killed time while waiting for midnight. Family tradition said that we could all open one present at 12:01am on Christmas Day, and then we had to let our parents sleep in until 10am in the morning. Mom and Dad said it was because Brandi and I had gotten into the habit of waking them up at 5am when we were little, arguing that since it was already Christmas morning we could open our presents.

Eden and Emma actually dropped off to sleep for a couple hours, but we woke them long enough for them to open up some books they’d been dying to read. I got a new game for my Playstation and then we all hit the sack.

Unfortunately, neither Brandi nor I had the energy nor drive for another show-me-yours encounter.

Christmas turned out to be a flurry of activity, at least as far as the phone lines were concerned. The parents made various calls to friends and family to wish them Merry Christmas. And I got surprise calls from both Megan and Cassidy, who reminded me that they loved me along with their Christmas greetings. I was pleasantly surprised. It never would have occurred to me to try calling them.

Just after lunch, Keira McNeil walked over with a thank you note written on the back of a 5”x7” photograph of her newly remodeled home, and I got to chat with her for a minute where she told me how things were going well with Stuart and that she was happy I seemed to be enjoying good relationships with girls my own age.

And then to my everlasting joy and surprise, Dawn Evans also called me, and we spent an hour catching up with each other. She’d broken up with Mark and wasn’t currently seeing anyone. She professed how much she missed me and couldn’t wait for the summer. I missed my friend as well and in my taciturn teenaged male way, I think I managed to communicate that.

Brandi also got calls from friends, and in the evening, she got one particular call for which she got really hushed and ran into her bedroom. And when Brooke and I noticed how secretive our older sister had gotten, we got evil grins on our faces and I gestured for her to come into my room.

Brooke and I both settled onto my bed, and with a finger over my lips to remind her to stay quiet, I reached over and tapped the speaker button on my phone. Quietly, we then eavesdropped on Brandi’s conversation.

It started with Brandi giggling. “You’re so bad!”

“Can’t help it, Brandi,” came back the male voice. “You’re so hot I can’t help myself.”

“Right now, Brian? You’re jerking off right now?”

“Yeah… I can’t get your last kiss out of my mind. You smelled so good; and all I could do was imagine running my hands all over your naked body.”

“Mmm…” Brandi moaned.

“Can I give you a massage when you get back? I won’t try to fuck you, I promise. I just want to massage you, touch your muscles. I’ll rub this hot oil all over your body, stroking your soft skin and rubbing you… everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” Brandi’s voice picked up in pitch.

“Everywhere. I’ll rub your back. I’ll massage your arms. I’ll rub your legs, and even firmly press my palms into your firm buttcheeks… Ohhh, Brandi, I’m so hard for you. And when you’re good and relaxed, I’ll move my hands between your legs. I’ve very good with my hands, Brandi.”

“Really?” Brandi’s voice caught as she gasped.

“Very good…” he said in a low voice.

I started to get alarmed with where the conversation was going, and I flicked my gaze to 14-year-old Brooke. This was probably a little too risqué for the younger girl and I moved my hand over to turn off the speakerphone.

But Brooke darted her hand to my wrist and stopped me, shaking her head while looking at me with wide eyes. I wanted to hear the rest myself, so I quietly nodded and pulled my hand back.

“What then, Brian?”

“After I make you cum, I’ll slowly turn you over onto your back. And then I’ll spend an hour massaging your front. I won’t even try to get you off, just stroking, rubbing, massaging everywhere. I’ll oil up your wonderful breasts, just rubbing, nothing sexual. I’ll massage your legs and your belly and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a limp, unconscious, puddle of flesh, just floating on a cloud of happiness.”

“Ohhh… Brian… You’re going to make me cum just talking to you.”

“Are you playing with yourself, Brandi?”

“Yes! Ohhh…” my sister moaned.

“You’re so sexy. I didn’t tell you that enough when we went out. I couldn’t believe I was dating a stone fox with such a hot body! You’re unbelievably sexy, Brandi.”

“Mmm… tell me more…”

“I love your ass. You have the most dynamite ass I’ve ever seen. I just want to stick my face in between your cheeks and lick you and suck you and squeeze you until you’re cumming all over my face.”

“Ohhh… Brian!”

“Cum for me, baby. I wish I could be there to see it. I wish we could have done this in person. But I’ll see you happy any way I can. Cum for me! Let me hear it! I’m gonna cum too! I’m gonna spurt, Brandi!”

“Oh! Oh! OHHH!!!” Brandi gasped into the phone, clearly in the throes of her orgasm. The sound was soon met by male grunting, and Brandi seemed to moan even louder as she heard Brian’s noises.

I glanced over to Brooke and found that my little sister had a hand in her own shorts and she was wincing as if in pain, biting down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning out and giving us away. But even when she realized I was staring at her, she didn’t stop frigging herself and in fact, her pace seemed to speed up.

I recognized the look on Brooke’s face. She looked just like Megan did right before she came. And with quick thinking, I reached over and stabbed the speaker button, cutting off the sound of Brandi’s and Brian’s orgasms.

I was just in time, Brooke couldn’t hold back her own moan as she stiffened up and came, her eyes watering as she stared back at me and then she gasped for oxygen as the first contraction left her body. Unable to hold herself upright anymore, my little sister tilted over and collapsed against my side, burying her face against my chest while I instinctively wrapped my arm around her back to hold her up. And in my arms, Brooke shuddered and whimpered as her orgasm swept through her body.

When she was done, Brooke’s eyes went wide open and she jerked herself away from me in embarrassment. But I just smiled and held my finger to my lips to remind her to keep quiet. Any louder noises and Brandi might realize we were just in the next bedroom.

After another minute, Brooke realized I wasn’t upset with her for masturbating. So she cuddled herself against me while she came down from her sexual high. And still curious about Brandi’s phone sex, I reached over and hit the speakerphone again.

“I’m still so horny, Brian,” Brandi moaned. “I need your cock… right now. Gawd what I wouldn’t give to get fucked right now!”

“I wish I was there, baby. I’ll see you as soon as you fly back. Maybe I’ll ride with Dayna and meet you at the airport.”

“You do that Brian, and you’re gonna get very lucky that night.”

“Ohhh, I can’t wait, Brandi.”

“Me, neither. I’m so glad you called. Merry Christmas, Brian.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Tuesday was Eden and Emma’s 11th birthday. Even though it was December 26th, Mom called them her Christmas presents since she actually started labor late on Christmas night. I still had a vague memory of being five-and-a-half and wondering what the heck was going on when Mom stood up in the middle of Christmas dinner and started yelling that her water broke.

Unfortunately for the twins, this meant they only got one set of presents every year. Fortunately for the twins, being the babies of the family meant that mom and dad more than compensated with additional gifts and toys sprinkled throughout the year.

Still, given a choice, I’m sure the girls would have preferred a birthday farther removed from such a major holiday. For one, all the prime birthday spots like roller skating rinks, miniature golf centers, and bowling alleys were always packed with kids on Winter Break. But more importantly, a lot of families took vacation at this time of year and only about half their friends were ever available to attend their birthday parties.

I could only imagine how crazy things would have gotten if all their friends actually came to a party. Eden and Emma were quite popular and they still had dozens of other 10 and 11-year-olds coming to this year’s birthday party the day after Christmas.

Some brought brand new toys with them. Some were showing off new clothing they’d just received. And all of them had bundles of extra energy from the holiday season.

And guess who had to play chaperone for a few dozen 10/11-year-olds who believed they were too old to be supervised?

To be fair, it WAS all three older siblings who had responsibility. We were at a bowling alley and Brandi was over by lane 5 trying to keep the kids from bowling four balls at the same time. Brooke was at lane 8 trying to impose her will over kids who were only three years younger than her and unwilling to accept her authority. And my mom was fussing over a young girl who’d dropped a 20-pound ball on her toe and was bawling her eyes out.

Me? I lucked out and the kids I was watching over were pretty mellow. So I left them to their own devices for a bit while I marched over to Brooke’s crew and calmed them down, the young girls more willing to accept the authority of a 5’10”+ male.

Then I dropped by Brandi’s group and managed to convince her charges to quit screwing around because MY group was doing a better job bowling and the highest scores would get to be first in line at the pizza lunch. The youngsters immediately focused on bowling one at a time.

A minute later, Brandi was standing with me behind the lanes while we looked over her kids. “Thanks, Ben. You know, I remember when you were just another little twerp like them.”

I just shrugged.

“You’ve grown up into a fine young man, Ben. Megan and Cassidy are lucky girls.” Brandi patted my shoulder.

I just smiled and then belatedly realized that Brandi still had her hand on my shoulder. She was a few inches shorter than me, and when I turned to look, I found that she was staring straight at my bicep as she experimentally squeezed it, feeling the dense musculature there. I wasn’t the kind of guy who hit the gym or anything, but I’d always had a good metabolism and I got a lot of exercise, both from common activities like basketball and from my recent sexual escapades.

Not quite sure how to react, I said nothing nor moved to stop her. Brandi was still holding my arm with one hand when she brought up her other hand to gently touch my chest, finding it as firm as my arm had been. Ever so gently, she kept trying to squeeze me while her breathing got rougher. And then I saw that subconscious reflex as her tongue came out and snaked across her upper lip.

“Hey Brandi!” one of the kids called. And like a switch had been thrown, Brandi abruptly jerked her hands away from me and blinked several times as if not understanding what she’d been doing.

Without another word, she turned and stepped back down to the lane.

That night, I’d absorbed myself in one of my new video games and completely lost track of time. It was after midnight when I turned the Playstation off and went upstairs, going through my usual routine of brushing my teeth and taking a shower. The coast was clear and the lights were out, so I assumed that everyone had gone to sleep.

I dried off in the bathroom and then wrapped my damp towel around my waist for the return trip to my bedroom. And then out of habit, I walked in the door and closed it behind me, dropping my towel to the floor while I headed to my dresser that had all my underwear and my pajama pants.

That’s when I saw that my room wasn’t empty. Brandi was reclining on my bed, wearing just a thin robe over her panties, and with no bra. Her eyes were locked onto my naked midsection while she dug her fingers inside her panties and rubbed herself.

“Jeez! Brandi!” I sputtered in surprise and immediately ducked to grab my towel and pull it to cover me.

“No, don’t!” she quickly pleaded, motioning for me not to cover up. And then as I stared in disbelief at her, Brandi parted her robe to the sides to reveal her naked breasts.

Per usual, I’d jerked myself off in the shower to a medley of fantasies that ranged from Dawn to Dayna and to my current girlfriends. I’d managed to avoid the Brandi fantasies this time, but now that I was seeing my sister half-naked on my bed, I was certain she’d be in my fantasy tomorrow.

“Come here, Ben.”

Half-nervous and half-excited, my desire to see her tits from closer up outweighed my embarrassment at my own nakedness, so I walked up next to the bed while Brandi stared hungrily at my cock, which had begun to rise while I ogled my older sister’s tits.

“I just had to see it again,” Brandi breathed. “Dayna was right. You have a beautiful dick.”

“Uh, thanks,” I stammered. “Uh, you’ve got really nice tits,” I replied lamely.

Still frigging her clit, Brandi was breathing hard as she let her eyes rove around my naked body in little visual excursions that always returned back to my erect prick. She sighed and frowned, “I am such an idiot. I should have fucked Brian before I left. Then I wouldn’t have this anticipation all Winter Break and I wouldn’t be so fucking horny!”

I didn’t know how to respond to that so I didn’t say anything. I was too mesmerized looking at the lustful expression on Brandi’s face anyways. She had the same half-torn/half-aroused look I’d first seen in that clearing at camp, where the Evans sisters effectively brought Brandi and me to a foursome on our last day. She and I had crossed a line that day. I wasn’t sure if it was about to happen again.

“You’re so lucky, Ben,” Brandi moaned forlornly. “Megan’s coming home on Saturday and Cassidy next Tuesday. I’ve got to wait three more weeks to see Brian.”

“Uh, sorry…” I tried to say in sympathy.

“Can I touch it?” For the first time, Brandi’s gaze swiveled up to my eyes. She had a look of such desperate pleading that all I could do was nod affirmatively.

“Oh, shit!” I groaned when I felt my older sister’s cool hand wrap around my shaft. She continued frigging herself with her right hand while her left turned and circled my hot column of manflesh, and I groaned again when she tightened her grip and pumped it once.

“Brandi?” I said questioningly. What were we doing? Where were we going with this? Wasn’t this wrong?

“I’m going to put it in my mouth,” she husked. “Just one suck. Nothing I haven’t done before.”

I groaned hearing her words. “I was wondering if you remembered that,” I grunted, thinking back to the aforementioned foursome at camp when Brandi briefly put her mouth around me and slurped up the mingled taste of mine and Dawn’s orgasms. From the way Brandi never made mention of it again, I’d begun to think she’d blocked it from memory.

“You never forget the first time you suck your brother’s dick,” Brandi said as if in a trance, staring straight at my cock. And then she simply leaned forward and took me into her mouth. “Mmm…”

I felt my knees buckle as the mere concept of my older sister sucking on my dick completely overwhelmed me. Still naked, I turned and let myself flop backwards onto my own mattress rather than awkwardly sink to the floor. And Brandi’s mouth went with me, humming and sucking and licking the big vein running underneath my shaft while I lay back and stretched out. And from the vibrations of her body, I assumed she was still masturbating herself.

This was sooo naughty. But as great as it felt, I had one last moral thread tying me to my life. Tentatively, even while I was breathing hard, I said, “Brandi, I think you said ‘just one suck’.”

But she ignored me. Actually, she didn’t ignore me, she actively shut me up by reaching out with one finger and pressing it to my lips, telling me to keep still and keep quiet with one gesture. And then my sister truly began to give me a blowjob.

Her finger stayed on my lips for a while, controlling my whimpers even though I wanted to shout to the world how great a cocksucker my older sister was. But after a while, she moved to bring both hands into play, jacking me firmly while her mouth danced around my head, and I began to softly moan me encouragement. “So good, Brandi. You’re so good. Ugh, my cock is so sensitive; it’s such a good feeling. You’re so good, sis. Suck me. Suck me.”

I dared not get any louder. After all, even though the house was sleeping, my parents were just down the hall and Brooke even shared a wall with me. The last thing I wanted was for one of our family members to walk in and find my older sister giving me the blowjob of a lifetime.

And if they walked in within the next thirty seconds, they’d see me spunking my load into my own sister’s mouth. And for some reason, I REALLY didn’t want that. Seeing me naked was semi-ordinary, if not expected in a household with mixed-sex siblings. Touching my dick could be considered taboo experimentation. A quick suck wasn’t THAT much further.

But swallowing my jizz? Accepting my sperm into her body, in any way? Somehow, I thought that was crossing the line.

“Oh, Brandi! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Pull off! Pull off” I pleaded. But instead of pulling back, my older sister started sucking even harder.

“Ohmigod, you can’t swallow it. Let me cum on your face. Let me cum on your tits. Please!”

It was no use. It was as if my desperate plea for her not to swallow my cum just made her want to swallow it that much more. It was wrong. It was naughty…

… It was in her mouth. I’d still been quietly pleading with her not to swallow it when my orgasm hit, sending out the first spurt of spunk onto my sister’s tongue. And before I could fire a second shot, she’d already gulped my wad down. It was too late.

“Ohhh… Brandi…” I groaned, giving up and letting my head fall back against the mattress.

With one hand, she coaxed out every drop of cum, jacking up with every blast to maximize the load that splattered against the back of her mouth. And after the first three of four bursts, she started hoovering me in desperate search for more… and more… and more… until there was nothing left to give.

Smacking her lips, Brandi picked her head up and sighed with deep satisfaction. I saw her left hand was still holding my deflating prick, but she brought her right hand up from her own panties, coated in her own slimy fluids. And daintily, my sister licked her own fingers clean.

“I’ve got your sperm in my belly, Ben…” Brandi sighed, her eyes sizzling. “Isn’t that so… wrong…”

I groaned and winced. “So wrong…”

“And yet,” my older sister smiled. “So right.”

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody groaned and as I sat up I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into someone’s throat. I looked down and the black hair with blonde streaks was a dead giveaway: it was Brandi. She gagged slightly and then popped off to catch her breath.

“Brandi!” I hissed. “What are you doing?”

She grinned and hovered over my erection. “Nothing I haven’t done before.” And with that, she leaned over and put a finger over my lips to silence me.

This time, when she swallowed my cock, all I could do was surrender to the pleasure. Two minutes later, we both got what we wanted as I geysered my morning load into my sister’s belly.

She tucked me back into my shorts and I tugged on her shoulder to pull her up to me. We lay side-by-side as I wrapped up Brandi’s smaller body in my arms, hugging her tightly. She’d brought me so much pleasure and I was feeling thankful, and gently I tilted her head back so that I could press my lips to hers.

But at the last moment, Brandi turned her head away. “Ben, we can’t do that.”

“What?”

“You’re my brother. You can’t kiss me.”

“Can’t kiss you?” I groaned in disbelief. “You can swallow my cum but I can’t kiss you? That’s where you draw the line?”

Brandi sighed and turned back to face me, then leaned up and pecked my forehead in a more traditional big sister kiss. “A blowjob is just about sex. I’m really, really horny and I’m craving cock. If I didn’t have you, I might run out and end up screwing some stranger. I couldn’t do that to Brian. I NEED you, Ben.”

She searched my eyes, looking for understanding. But I didn’t get it just yet.

Brandi exhaled and canted her head. “A kiss is about love and affection. I can’t do that with you, Ben, okay? Blowing you is just physical, I can live with that. Kissing would be more than physical, okay? Please?”

I didn’t understand, but I could obey. “Sure.” I sighed. “Can I at least hug you?”

Brandi grinned and opened her arms wider. “C’mere little brother.”

Other than the thoroughly out-of-the-ordinary morning, Wednesday turned out to be pretty ordinary. I met up with some friends, hung out, and played some b-ball. I played with my sisters, and I video gamed until it was time to go to bed.

I was more careful when I entered my bedroom after my shower, but this time there was no Brandi in my bed. I found that I was actually disappointed, but I figured it was for the best.

After all, in just three more days, Megan would be coming home and I could get all the sex I wanted… without the guilt.

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” This time Brandi was better prepared, so she didn’t gag when my cock briefly entered her throat.

In fact, once I got my bearings and realized my sister was giving me a wake-up blowjob again, she amazed me by descending all the way down my seven-and-a-half inch monster until her lips were around my base, completely deep-throating me.

I didn’t last much longer than that.

Afterwards, I offered to return the favor. After all, it didn’t seem right that I got the orgasms and she did all the work. But Brandi shook her head in the negative. This way, she was in complete control. This way, we didn’t risk crossing any of her self-made boundaries. And since she was frigging herself while she blew me, she got her own pleasure as well.

“It’s tempting, Ben. But I just don’t trust myself, okay?”

“Okay,” I shrugged. “Just offering, that’s all.”

Brandi smiled but also bit her lip nervously. “Thanks anyways.”

Friday, Brandi woke me up with a blowjob again. I’d been expecting it. But once I spurted down her throat, Brandi turned her eyes up to me with a soft plea.

“Ben, I need a favor,” she said in a slightly frazzled voice. My sister’s jaw quivered and it looked like she couldn’t keep her fingers still.

“Sure, anything.”

“I want you to eat me. I know I said we would ONLY do blowjobs, but I need to cum. I really, really need to have a big orgasm. I’m going stir crazy here and my fingers just aren’t cutting it anymore.”

Nervous, I glanced to the door. “The longer we’re in here the more likely we’ll get caught.”

Brandi shook her head. “Mom and Dad are at work. I dropped off the twins at a friend’s house. And Brooke walked around the block to Jennifer Vo’s place. We’re all alone.”

Mollified, I nodded and Brandi was quick to drop her panties to the floor while still cinching her thin robe around her otherwise nude body. Her entire body was trembling. “I’m trusting you, Ben. Just one oral orgasm. I’m not sure I can control myself. You’re my brother. We CAN’T have sex.”

“Sure.” I waved to the bed. “You want to climb on top or do you want to lie down?”

Almost twitching, Brandi shook her head in the negative. “No bed. Too tempting.” And then frantically she looked around, finally spotting my desk. “There. I’ll sit on the desk and you can sit on the chair between my legs. Okay?”

“Anything you want.” I was in quite the mellow mood since I’d just had a glorious orgasm. Brandi, on the other hand, was twitching more than a crack-addict going through withdrawal. On shaky legs, she staggered over to the desk and managed on the second try to slide her butt onto it. I dismounted the bed and pulled out my desk chair, settling into it while I surveyed the situation.

Brandi was trembling and licking her lips in anticipation. She spread her legs to the sides and as I rolled the chair in, I hooked her feet over my shoulders.

“Oh, this is so wrong…” she sighed, but when I hesitated to dive in, she grabbed my head and forced it down to her crotch. Immediately I started licking and Brandi moaned in complete arousal.

Just like all the others, Brandi’s taste was similar but different. I’d kind of been expecting her flavor to be radically dissimilar from my other lovers. After all, there was supposed to be this great divide between “family” females and “other” females. You know, you can do sexual stuff with “other” but not with “family”. But from right here, between her legs and with my tongue wrapped around her clit, Brandi tasted just like any other girl. It wasn’t like she had any identifying flavor that labeled her as “sister”.

And she certainly reacted like all the other girls. Keira and Dawn had taught me well, and I’d honed my pussy-eating skills on Dayna, Megan, and Cassidy. And Brandi was so turned on that she got to her first orgasm really, really quickly.

It was a good one, the whole nine yards with her thighs tightening around my ears and her ass bucking off the desk surface when it first hit her, cramming her crotch into my face while she wailed and dumped a load of honey onto my face.

That was it. The deal was one good oral orgasm and then we’d stop. She was my sister and I was her brother and we couldn’t risk crossing any further boundaries. Oral sex was just about pleasure, something we could both live with.

But when I went to pull my head away, Brandi clamped her thighs around my head to trap me and then pressed down on my head. “Again!”

“Mmph?” I mumbled, questioning this deviation from the plan.

“Please, Ben? Please?” Brandi still sounded so desperate and I hated to hear the pain in her voice. I wanted to comfort my sister, to make her feel better, and right now that meant continuing my oral attention on her. One more orgasm wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Please…” she moaned, and when my tongue started working along her slit again, she sighed happily. “Yesss…”

In the buildup to her first orgasm, Brandi was relatively silent, just grunting and gasping while her body writhed on top of my desk. This time, Brandi was much more vocal. “Oh, Ben! Eat me! Fucking eat me! Ohhh, you’re so good, little brother! Fuck! My little brother is eating me! It’s so wrong!”

Her words did not go unnoticed by me. The sound of a woman in heat is a turn-on to begin with. The concept of my older sister Brandi making those sounds was even more erotic. And the sheer naughtiness of the demands for her little brother to eat her had my blood pumping.

“So good, Ben! Oooh, I LOVE your finger in my cunt! More! Another finger! Deeper! Harder!”

I’d stayed soft the entire time I brought Brandi to her first orgasm. My recent cum plus the workmanlike approach I brought to getting her off had kept my arousal at bay. But now, hearing my sister pleading for me to shove an extra finger into her cunt, my erection was coming right back up for another round.

Brandi’s hips jerked and she screamed, “Oh, Ben! I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your tongue! I’m cumming on my little brother’s tongue!”

I rode out her climax and gripped her thighs with my off-hand, rhythmically plunging three fingers into my sister with my other hand. And this time, when Brandi whimpered “Again!” I didn’t hesitate.

I had a beautiful babe rubbing her bare-shaven pussy against my face and demanding pleasure from me. She let her robe fall to the sides and she was palming her firm tits in her hands, tweaking her nipples and gasping with pleasure. There was no way I was going to stop.

So I ate her out again. This time, I rotated my hand and shoved my female honey-coated middle finger into Brandi’s ass, causing her to squeal in delight. My thumb curled back up and prodded her clit from below, occasionally sliding into my sister’s vaginal channel. And my tongue was going nuts on her love button from above. Her butt had slid forward enough off the desk so that she was practically suspended on my hand, only the back of her hips still supporting her weight while I rhythmically thrust my digits into both of her nether holes.

“Ben! Suck my tits! Suck my tits!” she gasped. And quickly I was out of my chair, leaning over her while I took a swollen nipple into my mouth.

Animalistically, I growled as I nursed her breasts, switching from the left to the right and giving her nipple a fresh tongue-lashing while I kept pumping her pussy and asshole with my right hand. My sister thrashed on top of the desk, perpetually threatening to fall off while frantically clutching my shoulders. And when Brandi grabbed my head with both hands, I didn’t resist as she pulled my face to hers and planted a wet, hot kiss on my lips.

So good. So FUCKING good. Brandi actually tasted like strawberries, even though she wasn’t wearing any lipstick or lip gloss. My tongue darted into her mouth and she moaned as I french kissed her, my left hand coming up to palm her tit while she kept bucking her crotch against my fingers.

She was getting close to her third climax. I could feel the puffs of air bursting through her nostrils as she heavily exhaled. I could hear her erotic moans as she whimpered in the approach to orgasm. And I felt the tightening of her hands around my head as her body tensed in preparation.

Me? I was sooo horny and getting almost no relief. I needed to feel… SOMETHING. Needed SOME pleasure. And with a groan of need, I grabbed Brandi’s right hand with my left hand, yanking it down and moving her wrist until she could take my rock hard erection into her right hand. She knew what to do and immediately her fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing and beginning to jerk me off. I moaned happily into our kiss, feeling the bliss of finally receiving some pleasure as it exploded in my mind.

And then it happened. Brandi was huffing and puffing as her orgasm built deep inside her. She rolled her hips back suddenly, dislodging both my finger and thumb from her ass and pussy. Her left hand tugged my body over and her right hand aimed my cock, and before I realized it, she’d pushed my mushroom head in between her labia and right to the entrance of her pussy.

My conscience flashed a warning in my mind. Her words rang in my head: ‘I’m trusting you, Ben. You’re my brother. We CAN’T have sex.’

I broke the kiss just long enough gasp, “Brandi?”

But then it was too late. Her feet clamped behind my ass and her left hand tugged at my waist, pressing me three inches into my sister’s vaginal tunnel. And then my own male instinct took over without my conscious knowledge, and with a roar of adrenaline, I slammed my hips forward and buried myself to the root. It was done. I was incestuously fucking my sister.

“Ohhh, Ben!” Brandi’s eyes flew wide open with simultaneous delight and fear. And then her irises rolled back in her head as her body shuddered in orgasm. Her hips bucked at me so hard that it kicked her butt off the desk, dropping all her weight onto the joining of my dick in her pussy. I had to scramble to get my hands beneath her buttcheeks and haul her back onto the desk before I collapsed, and when I heaved us both forward I found myself once again cramming every single inch of brother-cock into sister-pussy.

“Oh, FUCK!” She groaned as her pussy contracted again around my shaft, pinching me tightly while her body trembled.

“Ben! Ben! Fuck me, Ben!” And then she was whimpering, “So wrong… so naughty… so wrong…”

It took me a moment to realize that her whimpers were coming in a rhythmic cadence, the pace exactly matching my thrusts in and out of her body, thrusts I hadn’t been consciously aware I was making. But I was thrusting. I was pumping in and out. I was actively fucking my sister.

And that knowledge was all it took to push me over the edge. This time it was my irises rolling into the back of my head and for a second, I thought I was going to faint from disbelief. But I didn’t faint. Instead, my orgasm came and when I slammed myself all the way in to the very depths of Brandi’s pussy, my cockhead split wide open and I started blasting great wads of hot semen that battered my sister’s cervical walls and pushed through into her womb.

“Cum, Ben! Cum in me!” Brandi moaned as she clutched me with all four limbs.

My adrenaline pulsed, my body lunged, and then I fired another incestuous blast of sperm into my sister’s pussy.

And another…

And another…

And perhaps five or six shots later, when I was finally done, Brandi cuddled my head against her shoulder as we both panted and gasped in the aftermath of our illicit fucking.

Brandi groaned. “So wrong…”

“And yet,” I picked my head up and looked straight into Brandi’s eyes. “So right.”

Things got really awkward after I fucked Brandi.

She had no recriminations and she didn’t blame me. We were both at fault for what had happened. But while I now saw Brandi as a beautiful young woman and my lover, she still saw her little brother and the same “wrongness” that had turned her on just minutes earlier now ate away at her conscience.

When we’d both come down from our orgasmic highs, Brandi had firmly pushed me away and then stared in disbelief at the semen and other fluids trickling out of her worn pussy and onto my desktop. Without another word or even a look at me, she’d then quickly dismounted the desk, retrieved her panties, and fled the room.

Only when I realized that she was running away did I belatedly call out, “Brandi!” But she was already out the door.

Fully naked, I hurried to follow but she quickly darted into her own bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.

“Brandi?” I called with concern and knocked.

“Go away, Ben!”

“But Brandi…”

“I said, GO AWAY.”

Wincing and now starting to feel guilt and remorse over what we’d done, I sighed and leaned forward, my head thumping against my sister’s bedroom door.

“Ben…” Brandi’s voice softly floated through the hollow wood. “Please… just go away…”

I sat in my room for a long time, sitting on the same desk chair where I’d eaten out my sister’s pussy. I stared at the puddle of cum on the desk, proof and evidence of what I’d done.

Brandi had trusted me. She told me she wanted to stay in control by only giving me blowjobs so that she wouldn’t be tempted. She’d asked for one oral orgasm, just one, so that we didn’t push ourselves so far out that there wasn’t any coming back.

But I didn’t stop at one. I didn’t even stop at two. Yeah, she’d been pleading with me to keep going, but at the time I still had the self-control to stop us before we went too far. Only I didn’t stop us. I’d given in to my own lust, and Brandi had given in to her own lust, and when she’d pulled my cock into her body, I’d finished the job by thrusting myself into her.

Eventually, I couldn’t look at the puddle of fluids any longer. I grabbed several paper towels and blotted up the mess. Then I grabbed a bottle of Windex and chemically washed the remains away as if trying to erase what had happened. I didn’t regret the sex. It had been one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life and I couldn’t bring myself to regret being so intimately connected to my sister. It just felt so… right.

What I regretted was hurting Brandi. She was upset, and it was my fault. If she hadn’t been upset, if she’d felt as thrilled and excited that we’d fucked as I currently felt, I’d be the happiest guy in the world right now. But she wasn’t thrilled. She wasn’t excited.

And it was my fault. I didn’t stop when I should have. Hell, I’d NEVER been very good at stopping when I should have. Once my pecker got hard, it always did my thinking for me.

Even though I’d cleaned up the evidence, I found myself staring at the desk where we’d done the deed. Now, I couldn’t even look at the desk. So turning my head away, I focused on moving on with the rest of my day. Brandi and I would have to face each other eventually. I’d deal with that when the opportunity came.

So I got dressed and brushed my teeth. I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal, and I sighed, wondering how the hell I was going to fix this situation.

But before I could get very far in my ruminations, the phone rang. I thanked the universe for giving me something else to think about, and I went and picked up the cordless handset. “Hello?”

“Hi. May I please speak with Brandi?” The male voice was familiar. Was it one of her high school friends again?

“Uh, can I ask who’s calling?”

“My name’s Brian.” And then it hit me. This was the ‘Brian’ from Berkeley. If he was the potential boyfriend, maybe he could say something to cheer her up.

“Uh, hang on,” I said and then hustled upstairs with the handset trapped against my chest.

When I got to her room, the door was still closed. “Brandi?”

“Go away, Ben!”

“Uh, Brian is on the phone,” I said in a soft voice, trying to calm her down.

She hesitated for a moment before weakly asking, “Brian?”

“Yeah.”

There were a few extra seconds of silence, and then over the open connection on my cordless handset, I heard Brandi pick up the phone extension in her bedroom. “Brian?”

“Hey, Brandi! It’s so good to hear your voice!”

“I can’t talk now, Brian.” Brandi’s voice was dead and monotonous.

“Is something wrong?” Good guy. He heard the tone in her voice as well.

“I just can’t talk now.” And then both Brian and I heard the [click] of Brandi setting her handset back into the cradle.

Belatedly, I realized I didn’t want them to know I’d heard the little exchange, so quickly I punched the “On/Off” button on the cordless and the line went away. Hopefully Brian would just assume that was the end of it.

And then I sighed. This was a really fucked up situation now.

Brandi didn’t come downstairs for the entire day. I knew because I was camped out in the family room, half-playing my game and half-watching like a hawk to see if she emerged. When my friends called for me to go out with them, I pleaded other problems and stayed home. When the twins called to be picked up, I just went to go get them. And Brooke walked herself home twenty minutes later.

Only when our parents called everyone for dinner did Brandi finally emerge. Even then, she wouldn’t even look at me. It wasn’t that she seemed mean or rude. She directed no anger towards me whatsoever. She simply kept her interaction with me to a bare minimum and didn’t say much to anyone else, either. Eden and Emma were so energetic and talkative that no one else really even noticed.

Late that night, I made it a point to stand in the hallway and try to talk to Brandi when she went for her evening shower. She didn’t even look at me as she walked fully dressed across the hallway and into the bathroom.

I let myself go sit down in my own bedroom while the shower was still running. But the minute it stopped, I went back to my station just outside the bathroom door. Even though it was typical for me to be wearing just a towel as I waited my turn for the shower, this night I kept myself fully dressed so as not to imply anything sexual.

She took a little longer than usual after the water went off. And when the door finally popped open, she was fully clad in a full pajama set, with long pants, a long-sleeved top, and I saw the obvious outline of a bra. Brandi wasn’t taking any chances, and her outfit probably covered more of her skin than any other clothing she’d worn all year.

Once again, she didn’t even look at me, simply walking straight across the hall and then slowly closing her bedroom door in my face.

Brandi couldn’t ignore me forever. But I was beginning to wonder if she was going to try and wait until January 21 when she flew back to college.

On Saturday morning, my older sister finally talked to me. Per usual, we both slept in, and I was brushing my teeth when Brandi came in and closed the bathroom door behind her. For a brief second, I imagined she was going to initiate something sexual between us, but she just wanted the extra layer of privacy for five seconds.

I stopped my brush mid-stroke while the toothpaste foamed in my mouth. Brandi just took one deep breath and then said, “What we did was incest, and it was a mistake. It can’t ever happen again, understand?”

I blinked twice and then nodded, not able to really answer verbally with my toothbrush in my mouth.

Brandi offered me a tight smile and then she opened the door and walked away.

For the rest of the afternoon, my older sister and I were cordial and friendly with each other, if not completely comfortable. She didn’t do anything to avoid me or otherwise alter her behavior around me. When Brooke convinced us both to help out with a puzzle, Brandi didn’t bat an eye when our hands accidentally touched when we both went for the same puzzle piece. When we sat in our usual spots on the couch to watch TV, she didn’t shy further away from me. And at lunch, we chatted together almost as if the whole episode had never happened.

But I saw it in her eyes. There was a hesitation there every time she looked at me, as if she felt a physical twinge of guilt in every glance. I tried to will my brotherly affection to her with my returning gaze, to promise with my eyes that I would do anything it took to make things right between us. But I knew that it would be a while before we could get back to normal, if ever.

And because of that low-level undercurrent of tension between us, by late afternoon my muscles had knotted and I was feeling pretty stressed out. We were both working so hard to act normal and force casual conversations that it was winding us into knots.

But then the phone call came.

“Megan!” I gushed with relief into the phone line.

“I’m back! Can you come pick me up?”

“I’ll be right there.”

“You bring her back soon. She still has to unpack,” Mrs. Kwan informed me without concern or malice. She’d gotten used to the idea of me as her daughter’s boyfriend.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied deferentially and then held a giggling Megan’s hand as I led her down to my car.

I drove only around the block so that we were out of sight of the Kwan residence before pulling over, and then my hands were suddenly filled with excited girlfriend.

“Ohhh… I missed you, Ben!” Megan sighed when we finally broke our lips apart to gasp for air. I just whimpered and held her a little too tightly, wound up as I was from the stressful day. She squealed and tapped my shoulder, “Too tight!”

“Oh,” I relaxed my muscles and Megan started breathing more normally.

“You seem to have really missed me,” Megan sighed happily.

“I did,” I answered honestly, thinking of all the tension I’d recently been through. Things would have been so completely different if Megan had been around for the past week.

“Oh, Ben… I want you right now,” Megan husked as she slid her hand down to the crotch of my jeans. And before I could react, she opened the button and started unzipping my fly.

“Wait! Megan! Not here!” I gasped and whipped my head around, realizing that we were simply parallel parked in front of a bunch of residential houses.

“Then you’d better hurry and find someplace a little more private.”

About an hour later, I returned Megan home. She squished excitedly in her seat, still with some of my cum lodged in her pussy even though she’d dabbed up most of it with napkins from my glove compartment.

When she kissed me goodbye, I could still taste traces of my cum on her tongue. I’d nearly crashed when I came, and I warned her not to try blowing me again while driving down the Laguna Canyon road. There were too many head-on accidents on that road as it was, even when drivers weren’t distracted. At least we’d found a good turnoff away from prying eyes where Megan had been able to mount me in the passenger seat.

When I got back to my own house, Brandi was one of the first people to see me as I came in the door. She took one look a the shit-eating grin on my face, and she actually gave me a warm smile. It was as if my relieving my sexual tension with Megan, my girlfriend, somehow got Brandi off the hook. Things were going back to normal, and our incestuous encounter hadn’t somehow ruined me for my girlfriend.

On Sunday, Megan and I took another drive to Laguna Canyon. Nestled in the foothills without another human being around us, save for the motorists whizzing by at sixty miles an hour just fifty feet away and around the corner, we brought ourselves to happy orgasms and then returned to our respective homes. It was New Year’s Eve, and both families had celebrations organized. Megan was going with her parents to some party. My family, with seven people, had more than enough for our own party.

Mom and Dad let Brandi have a little champagne, and I even got to sip the foul stuff which tasted more like weak apple cider. Then my dad finally tossed me a beer and we celebrated the big conversion to the REAL Millennium, as my Dad pointed out the abject stupidity of the American Government’s idea that the new millennium had begun with the year 2000.

New Year’s Day itself was pretty anticlimactic. New Year’s Eve always seemed more important to me than New Year’s Day itself. All the parties were over and as far as I was concerned, it was just another day.

Megan and I met up with our school friends and we hung out at Elaine Fukuhara’s house for a while, playing pool and generally just chatting. We snuck away for one quickie in a bedroom, and for the first time in memory, none of our friends were hanging around the hallway when we emerged.

Tuesday, January 2nd, was an exciting day for me. It was the day my other girlfriend, Cassidy, was coming home. And as she’d eagerly told me before she left, she would be protected by the pill when she got home.

The only question was: where would we find some privacy to give her newly protected womb a good workout? With her parents staying home for the day they arrived, our usual spot in Cassidy’s bedroom was no longer an option.

But at my house, both my parents were going back to work after the holiday season. The twins had made plans to go off and visit other friends, and Brooke was walking over to Jennifer’s again as well. That just left me and Brandi in the house, the same circumstances that had led to our illicit coupling only three days prior.

We both knew that wasn’t going to happen again. But on the other hand, Brandi had shown a remarkable tolerance and understanding for me being sexually active. And so armed with hope for further understanding, on Tuesday morning I approached my sister as she curled up on the couch reading a book.

“Hey, Brandi,” I said casually.

“Hey, Ben. What’s up?” She looked at me without any tension or awkwardness, definitely a good sign.

“Uh, well, I was kinda curious if you were planning to go out today. Meet up with friends or anything?”

“Well, maybe later. Depends on who’s available. Why?” Brandi arched her eyebrow in almost a mirror image of the way I always did.

I sputtered for a second trying to figure out how to frame my question when realization dawned on my sister’s face. “Oh. Cassidy’s coming home today, isn’t she?”

I blushed and said, “Yes.”

“And you’re looking for a place to fuck.”

I blushed even deeper and said, “Yes.”

Brandi smirked and then nodded. “Sure. Bring her here. If I don’t go out, I’ll make myself invisible.”

“You sure?” I couldn’t believe my good luck.

“Yeah, no problem,” Brandi shrugged and then waved me away, burying herself in her book and abruptly terminating our conversation. Her response actually seemed a little TOO abrupt, but I wasn’t about to open my mouth and say anything that would change the outcome I’d already desired. I had a place to bring Cassidy now.

And at 11am, I got the call I’d been waiting for.

“Cassidy!” I gushed with relief into the phone line.

“I’m back! Can you come pick me up?”

“I’ll be right there.” I hung up and turned to my sister. “Thanks, Brandi.”

She waved me off. “See ya later, alligator.”

Unlike with Megan, I was not required to meet Cassidy’s parents upon arrival. She saw my car pull up and came out the front door even before I shut the engine off, a whirling dervish of red hair and tight jeans. “Hurry up, let’s go,” my second girlfriend urged while barely restraining herself in the passenger seat.

“Aren’t your parents wondering where you’re going?” I wondered as I shifted the car into gear and started driving off.

“Nuh-uh,” Cassidy shook her head. “I told them you were picking me up to meet with all our friends. They’re not expecting me back until dinner time.”

“Great,” I grinned.

“Speaking of which, we’re NOT meeting all our friends, are we?” Cassidy asked with a touch of worry.

“What? Don’t care to see them anymore?” I teased.

“Later. I’m more excited to see YOU. ALL of you,” Cassidy growled hungrily as her eyes roved up and down my body.

“Well maybe not today. The gang said they’d be at the mall late this afternoon if we wanted to join them, but understood if we were too… busy… Even Megan went with them. She wanted you to know that this was YOUR day.”

“Aww… she’s so sweet,” Cassidy grinned at the mention of her best friend. “Now, where are we going? You find some quiet parking lot or something?”

I shook my head and grinned even wider. “No need. We’re going back to my place.”

“Your place? But your sisters!” Cassidy looked nervous for the first time.

“The only one home is Brandi. And she doesn’t care. Gave me the go-ahead.”

“Really? Ohmigod, this is like a dream come true! I always wanted to do it on your bed!”

“Really,” I smiled and then a new thought occurred to me. Abruptly, I pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned on my emergency flashers. “But I can’t wait that long. Kiss me, Cassidy.”

The redheaded teen squealed and launched herself at me, wrapping me up in a delighted and long-delayed kiss. We moaned and hummed and happily devoured one another. I’d been missing my second girlfriend and finally kissing her again felt like a welcome relief from long, built-up anticipation.

But rather than satisfy my lust, the kiss only spurred me on. I’m surprised I didn’t get a speeding ticket the rest of the way home.

“More Ben! Gimme more! Ohhh! You’re amazing! Harder! Harder! Pound the shit out of me, Ben!”

I chuckled while listening to Cassidy shriek at the top of her lungs. The only times we’d had sex in a bed had been at her house, where we knew her parents were gone and there was no real reason to keep the volume down.

But this time we were in my house, and I knew Brandi was either downstairs or in her bedroom just through the wall. If it was the latter, my sister could probably hear every single thing Cassidy was screaming.

I’d told her this when we first got started and Cassidy managed to keep her exclamations down to low moans. She started screaming after her first orgasm once I entered her without a condom, but I shushed her and she settled for frantically kissing me in an effort to keep the volume down.

But after her second orgasm, the pleasure neurons started going off in Cassidy’s brain and nothing I could do would shut her up. And I decided to just let her shriek her head off and concentrated on what I was doing.

“Oh, are you gonna cum, Ben? Are you gonna cum inside my pretty pussy? I’m on the pill now, Ben, so you can cum whenever you want. Spurt me, spunk me, fill me with your juices, Ben. There’s no condom anymore. I want to feel your hot jizz splattering against my insides. Do it, Ben. Do it!”

I’d started hyperventilating when Cassidy launched into her dirty narrative. And when she ordered me to ‘Do it’ the second time, I suddenly gasped and felt my entire body go taut as it readied itself for ejaculation.

And then I was there. The pretty 16-year-old writhed beneath me and flashed her emerald eyes as she felt my hips dart forward. And then she closed her eyes and hummed happily as she felt my essence splashing into her body.

“Ugh! Cum, baby!” she groaned.

I just grunted and fired another wad.

“CUM!”

I fired again. And when I was done, Cassidy patted my back and whispered, “Good boy. Thank you.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” I drawled.

Cassidy giggled and then kissed me. And when she pulled back she looked deep into my eyes and sighed, “I love you so much, Ben.”

I grinned and answered comfortably, “Love you too, Freckles.”

Without dislodging my prick, she then started to wriggle her hips around, sloshing my semen deep inside herself. “Hmm, think you can go again pretty soon?”

I chuckled. “Think you can keep it down this time?”

Cassidy pouted and then smiled. “Probably not.”

Too bad for Brandi. “Oh well. I guess I’ll live with that.” And then I growled as I attacked her lips.

Brandi was still home when I returned from dropping off Cassidy, my sister’s bedroom door slightly ajar. I peeked in just to check that she was there, and she glanced up at me. “Quite a screamer you’ve got there.”

I blushed. “She’s not used to trying to keep quiet.”

Brandi just shook her head and sighed. “I couldn’t keep quiet while you were fucking me, either.”

Both of us went dead quiet after that comment, silence the very definition of awkward. But then Brandi shook her head again to clear out her dirty thoughts. And when she spoke, her vocal tone was tightly controlled. “It’s no big deal. If you want to bring a girlfriend over any time I’m here, I won’t mind, okay?”

“Uh, thanks,” I nodded and then nervously glanced around while I thought of a good excuse to run away. I was saved by the phone ringing.

“Hello?” Brandi said after reaching over and picking up the handset in her room. “Brian!”

I just lowered my eyes and quietly backed away. But before I got out of earshot, I heard Brandi moan, “Oh, gawd, Brian. I’m so FUCKING horny! Talk to me. I need to cum.” There was no more control in my sister’s voice.

I knew I should just close Brandi’s door and walk away. I knew I shouldn’t listen in on her very private conversation.

But I couldn’t help myself. I closed her door alright, but I went to my own bedroom and softly tapped on the speakerphone.

“You wouldn’t believe it!” Brandi gasped. “My little brother brought his girlfriend over to the house and fucked her brains out. The little slut was screaming what seemed like hours and I got sooo turned on listening to them go at it!”

Brian encouraged Brandi to physically act on her arousal by masturbating herself while he husked dirty thoughts across the line. And even though I’d just dumped three loads of cum into my redheaded girlfriend, I felt my cock come alive once again while I listened to Brandi and Brian having phone sex.

And when Brandi started moaning in ecstasy, I couldn’t help but picture her sitting on my desk, impaled on my cock. So I closed my eyes, wrapped my hand around my shaft, and began stroking while I listened to my older sister panting with arousal. And when she started screeching blissfully into the phone, finally achieving her orgasm, so did I.

Sometime later, Brandi came downstairs with a goofy grin on her face. She headed for the kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice, but when she looked up she seemed quite surprised to find me on the couch in the family room.

My Playstation was off. The TV was off as well. There had been no sound coming from the family room to announce my presence, as I’d just been sitting on the couch in contemplation. This of course, was a thoroughly weird thing for a 16-year-old boy to be doing, so Brandi just looked at me dumbly.

I broke the ice by asking, “How is Brian doing?”

Brandi suddenly looked guilty and suspicious at the same time, glaring at me and looking upset that I’d violated her privacy. But she hadn’t known I was listening in on her phone sex. So I waggled my head and reminded her, “I was in your room when he first called…”

“Oh, right, right. Uh, Brian’s fine. He’s, uh, going to meet me at the airport when I fly back.”

“That’s good.” I smiled. “Then you can FINALLY get laid.”

Brandi blushed, but she moved into the family room and sat down on the wing chair at a 90-degree angle to me. Casually, she kicked her feet up and over the near armrest while sinking down into the opposite corner, making herself comfortable. She didn’t appear to realize that this maneuver made her short robe get bundled around her waist, revealing her light pink panties to my gaze. My eyes dropped for a brief second but came back up to her face before she’d realized it.

My sister looked thoughtful for a moment, holding her glass with both hands and taking a sip while collecting herself. And then after blinking a couple times, she took a deep breath and then asked, “Ben, do you regret what we did?”

I sat up straighter. “No, not at all.”

“Really?”

“Really. You were incredibly sexy, Brandi. Still are.” I let my eyes obviously drop down my sister’s panty-covered crotch, and I held that gaze long enough for her to be sure where I was looking.

At first, Brandi moved to cover herself, but she stopped after the first twitch. And then, to my utter amazement, she actually spread her legs a little wider, opening herself up to my gaze. “It gets me so hot when you look at me that way, Ben.”

I was sure I had quite the wolfish expression on my face. “It gets me hot when I look at you, Brandi.”

“And you really have no regrets?”

I was about to confirm my negative answer, but then I remembered and my face softened. “Well, just one thing: YOU seemed to regret it. I love you, Brandi. You’re my big sister and you could be a real bitch sometimes, but you’re my sister. And I never want to see you in pain. But after we… after we fucked, you withdrew away from me. You were in turmoil, and I desperately wanted to make you feel better.”

Brandi bit her lip nervously. “I WAS in turmoil. Still am. It’s just wrong, Ben, don’t you see that?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my brother!” she exclaimed while her eyes popped open.

“So? It’s not like we’re gonna get married or something.” I shrugged. “It’s just sex. You’re a total babe, Brandi. A guy would have to be dead to not physically want you.”

“But we still shouldn’t have done it. And it’s entirely my fault. I KNEW you wouldn’t resist me and I seduced you.”

“Bullshit. I’m just as at fault as you are.”

“You’re just a boy, Ben. A 16-year-old boy thinking with your dick. I’m supposed to be the responsible adult and I pushed the situation to where fucking was inevitable. I’ve… I’ve corrupted you.”

I pulled my head back and furrowed my eyebrows. “What? No! You got horny. I got horny. We both wanted to screw and so we screwed. There’s no fault. No blame. You didn’t corrupt me.” I shook my head. “And you can’t just blame it on me being a guy. Girls can get just as horny as guys. And at some point, you’ve got to do something about it.”

I shrugged and gestured towards my sister. “Like today. You heard me and Cassidy going at it; ergo, you got horny. And from the look on your face when you came downstairs, I’ve got to assume you and Brian did something about it on the phone.”

Brandi blushed bright pink and glanced away. “’Ergo’?” she said in an amused voice.

I rolled my eyes. “SATs. And you’re stalling.”

Her breathing had become shallow and her hand got a little busier in her crotch. She seemed to not care that I could plainly see her masturbating. “Yeah, me and Brian did something. But it wasn’t enough. I’m still horny. I still want a real cock.”

“I’ve got one right here.”

She sighed. “I want it, Ben. I really want it. But I can’t have it.”

I took a deep breath. “You can, you know. Anytime you want it, you can have it. I’ll gladly fuck your brains out.”

“Ben…” Brandi pleaded in a torn voice. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Okay, okay,” I held my hands up. “Look, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable or awkward around me. Now maybe we can never go back to the way things were between us because of what happened. But I want you to know that no matter what, I will always be your brother. And no matter what, I will always love you. We might have sex again. We may never touch each other again for as long as we live. Either way, I’ll always be your brother.”

Brandi’s eyes sharpened and she took looked at me intently. “You want to have sex with me right now, don’t you, Ben?” Her hand idly pulled at her robe, parting it to the side and slowly revealing one of her naked breasts to my gaze. She didn’t pull it far enough to show the nipple, but I still had a healthy view of a very nice tit.

I looked at her with lust in my eyes, seeing the beautiful babe she truly was. “You know I do.”

When Brandi looked up at me, I saw the lust flaring in her eyes as well. “Me, too,” she said softly.

I started breathing heavily as my heart sped up with arousal. Brandi’s tongue flickered out across her upper lip, and I knew that if I got up and went to her right now, I could probably seduce her. I could kiss her, put my hands on her breasts, and eventually shove my dick into her pussy. But before I could make a move, Brandi got up out of her chair.

“But I shouldn’t. It’s wrong.” She tapped her head. “Up here, I know that. It’s incest, Ben.”

I shrugged. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with Dawn and Dayna having sex. They’re siblings, too.”

“They’re both girls, Ben. It’s different. They can’t get knocked up from that and have deformed little babies. And sisters are almost expected to experiment and teach each other. There’s no dick involved. But with you and me, brother and sister, that’s different. We can’t cross that line.”

I sighed, opening my hands wide. “We already did. And nothing we do from here on out will change that.”

Brandi moaned in frustrated pain, still clearly conflicted between her lust and moral disquiet. She started walking away, stopped, and started again. Once, she paused and looked back at me, lust clearly etched into her eyes. But then shaking her head, she turned away and walked back upstairs.

That night, I fell asleep to visions of my beautiful older sister naked in my arms.

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” Brandi was ready for my dick to lurch, and she accepted the thrust down her throat with aplomb. And once my hips settled back down, she bobbed her head up and down me a few more times, getting me good and wet while also ensuring that I was as rock hard as I’d ever be.

After those sucks, Brandi popped her head off and sat upright. I then realized that my older sister was completely naked. And as my eyes went wide in surprise at what was going on, she threw one leg over my hips, grabbed by dick and started aiming her own pussy at my upright shaft.

“Brandi,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

There was just the slightest hesitation on her face as she looked at me, but then her eyes tilted with determination as she replied, “Nothing we haven’t done before.”

And then my dick was in my sister once again.

“We already crossed this line before,” Brandi said softly. “Nothing we do from here on out will change that. So I might as well enjoy it.”

Neither of us said much for the first few minutes. Brandi had her eyes closed and her posture was very erect. Her mouth hung open while she panted and moaned, riding me while pawing at her own tits and diddling her own clit. It was as if she was just fucking herself upon me, using me as a living, upright dildo. I didn’t mind because her toned, fit body looked absolutely fabulous and her high, firm tits jiggled wonderfully with every stroke. And her pussy was exquisitely snug and it clasped around my cock like an individual sucking mouth that was mind-blowing in the pleasure it gave me.

Brandi’s tone was relatively quiet, mostly whimpers and soft moans while she seemingly played out some fantasy behind her closed eyes. But they were still clearly the moans of a woman having sex and after darting my eyes to the clock to find that it was 10:30am on Wednesday, I sincerely prayed that this was one of those weekdays were only Brandi and I were in the house. The LAST thing I needed was for a curious little sister to come bursting in and find us in such a compromising position.

Just then, my wondering about Brandi’s moans ceased to matter as she sped up and started chanting, “Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!” A simple moan might be explained away, but that phrase was pretty unequivocal.

Brandi reached down then and still with her eyes closed, she brought my hands up to cup both of her breasts. And then with a firm grip on my forearms, she humped me harder and harder, really driving my dick far up into her pussy on every stroke.

I watched, entranced, as Brandi ramped up to her orgasm. Her forehead crinkled and her eyebrows tilted in together just before she came. Her face screwed up and her jaw dropped down at the same time she inhaled sharply. And then all at once, she exploded with energy as her body jerked forward, slamming her tits into my hands. Her fingers tightly gripped my forearms. Her head was thrown back. And she howled in ecstasy at the ceiling.

And inside, her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, and if I’d been anywhere close to my own orgasm, I would have spurted in her right then and there. But I wasn’t close yet, and so I simply rode out my sister’s internal spasms and external shudders as her orgasm passed through her.

Two minutes later, with Brandi breathing heavily and her entire torso kind of slumped inward even though she kept her body upright, my sister blinked her eyes open and managed to focus her gaze on me. I gave her a brotherly smile, even though I was in the very un-brotherly position of having an erect cock buried inside her snatch.

Brandi sighed then and looked at me, reaching forward with her right hand to tenderly draw her fingers along my temples and down my cheek. “I couldn’t help it, Ben. I HAD to have you again.”

I gave her a soft smile and said, “Are you sorry you did?”

She sighed heavily and looked away for a moment, moisture forming in her eyes. “It’s wrong. I know that.” She tapped her head. “Up here, I know that.”

Then Brandi moved her fingers to her chest, tapping between her breasts. “But in here, it doesn’t seem so wrong. I love you, little brother.” And then Brandi moved her fingers to her pussy, rubbing over her clit. “And down here, it feels so RIGHT.”

I just blinked, not sure how to respond. Silence had always worked for me in the past, and I waited her out.

“You’re an amazing lover, Ben.”

I chuckled. “I didn’t do anything but lay here.”

“You weren’t just laying there when you fucked me on your desk. And you weren’t just laying there when you made Cassidy cum a half-dozen times yesterday. I know; I was watching you.”

I arched my eyebrow. “Watching?”

She grinned. “You were in such a hurry, you never bothered to close your bedroom door, Ben.”

“Oh,” I blushed in embarrassment.

Brandi sighed again. “Ben, I’m not IN love with you. I love you, certainly, but I don’t think I could ever be IN love with you.”

“That’s fine. Never asked you to.”

“I just don’t want to lead you on,” Brandi explained. “But I AM in total, complete, and absolute LUST with you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that first time Dayna brought me to yours and Dawn’s little clearing. And now that we have, I can’t stop. I don’t WANT to stop.”

“Me, neither,” I smiled and twitched my dick inside Brandi’s pussy.

She felt it and smiled. But then a look of concern crossed her face. “Can you really do this to Megan and Cassidy? Isn’t this cheating?”

I shrugged. “You’re not my girlfriend, Brandi. You never will be. You’re my sister and you’re not a threat to them. I didn’t have a problem having sex with Dawn even though I’d already started dating Megan. And I don’t have a problem having sex with you. If you’re free and I’m free, why not?”

A small ray of hope crossed Brandi’s face. “Really?”

“Really,” I grinned. “Now, you fucked me already this morning. I think it’s my turn now.” I suddenly grabbed my sister and violently rolled us over so that she was flat on her back. The motion dislodged my cock, but without further preamble I kneed her legs apart and then rammed myself back into her, pressing through her tightness until I was once again balls-deep inside her.

“Oh, gawd,” Brandi moaned as she felt my larger body looming over her while I gripped her arms in my strong hands. “Ben, you’ve REALLY grown up.”

“You’d better believe it,” I growled. And then I proceeded to fuck my sister’s brains out, pounding her body and ramming her full of brother-cock over and over again.

I didn’t stop at one orgasm. I didn’t even stop at two. We kept fucking and fucking until Brandi’s worn-out pussy was overflowing with incestuous brother-cum, leaking out of her to puddle on the bed.

After her latest spine-tingling climax, I gave my sister just enough time to catch her breath. And then I rolled her over and fucked her again.