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Stolen Ch. 12

*Firstly I feel compelled to remark on the comments of this story being too brutal or it is dragging on ... If you look around in real life some of this kind of stuff goes on to some degree but nearly always behind closed doors. People who are aware of it often look the other way as it is 'none of their business'. I have seen TV programs where women and teenage girls go missing, sometimes seen later with unsavoury characters but not to return to family. Abuse goes on and is called domestic abuse, sexual assault etc. Mind games are played by one spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/(what ever term they prefer), on their partners. A lot of people turn a blind eye to it or simply do nothing about it like some of the characters in my story. To those who find it too brutal. I take it you have read it to know this. It offends sensibilities and yet you read on. As for dragging on, it has taken time to show the system of what the characters have went through or done. Well I'll climb down off my soap box and let you the reader get on to the story, if it does not offend you. There is no heroine or hero in this story, just characters with different personalities. So enjoy my story or feel free to find a story you enjoy. And thank you to the many many readers who have sent me emails saying how much you have enjoyed this story. And thanks to the readers who have criticized my story. Without criticism I can not improve.* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ **CHAPTER 12** Sky sat on the kitchen chair as she watched Brad working on a piece of leather he was making into a belt. Bored with nothing to do Sky gave a faint sigh and got to her feet. She got herself a glass of water and stood looking out the window over the sink. "I'm nearly finished here," Brad said as he inspected the unfinished belt. "Can I have something to eat?" Sky asked. She had barely eaten when Ren had breakfast and now it was nearly lunchtime. "There's a frozen pizza in the freezer we can have." Brad said as he glanced at her. Sky placed her empty glass on the sink and went to the freezer. She grimaced as her sore muscles sent twinges of pain out when she bent to look into the open freezer. "There's several pizzas. Ham and Pineapple. Meat lovers or Super supreme." Sky said and waited for Brad's choice. "What ever you prefer." Brad told her. Sky hesitated a moment then reached for the super supreme pizza; she knew he liked that one. The pizza wouldn't take long in the microwave so she quickly popped in to heat. The microwave zinged announcing the pizza was ready. Brad had packed his stuff away and was waiting at the table. Sky cut the pizza up then placed it on the table along with two plates. "Ok, where's my t-bone steak and all the trimmings?" Brad asked with a grin. Sky glanced at him wide eyed with fear and took several hurried steps backwards as he glanced at the pizza. Brad looked up at the movement and saw the terrified look on her face. "That's right! I asked for pizza didn't I!" Brad said with a forced laugh. "I was only mucking around Sky." Brad told her gently when she continued to watch him uncertainly. "Hawk's the only one I know who explodes over nothing." Brad said as he sat down and reached for a piece of pizza. Sky hesitated a moment then hunger won out and she sat down across the table from him and reached for a slice of pizza as well. "Is that pizza I smell?" Brent asked as he walked into the kitchen, he paused in front of the fridge to place something on top of it. "Yeah, you want some nuke your own." Brad said. "Filled the van with fuel. Good day there beautiful." Brent directed his remark at Sky. She glanced his way but didn't respond. Brent got a cold bottle of beer from the fridge and took a long drink. He eyed the pizza for a few seconds then left the room. "When we finish eating do you want to watch a movie or play cards?" Brad asked. "Can you teach me to play that card game you always play?" Sky asked. Brad shrugged as he bit into another slice of pizza. He chewed the mouthful thoroughly before answering. "Can't see why not. It aint as if you're stupid or anything." Brad remarked. "I'll try real hard to learn." Sky promised. "Hey Brad! You in there?" Someone called from outside. There was the sound of footsteps entering the house then Matty came into the kitchen. "Yeah. What do you want?" "We need a hand to fit the axle onto the trailer." Matty explained with a doubtful glance at Sky. "Give us a few minutes to finish here and I'll be out there." Brad said. Matty glanced at Sky then gave a nod before heading back outside. "So Sky," Brad said seriously. "Can I trust you while I'm outside or not?" After a moments hesitation Sky nodded. "I can do some washing or something." Sky said faintly. "Yeah, well just as long as you don't do anything stupid like try to run away." Brad said levelly. "I thought you said I'm not stupid." Sky said softly. "Good-O then." Brad said seemingly satisfied. When Brad had finished eating he heading outside leaving Sky to clean up after their meal and then do a load of laundry. When Sky was alone she moved to the sink to make sure no one was heading towards the house before carrying one of the kitchen chairs to the fridge. With a quick second glance towards the window Sky climbed onto the chair and looked at what Brent had placed on the fridge top. She smiled to herself as she recognised the keys to the van and several of the bikes. \* \* \* \* \* Brad wasn't real sure what to expect when he came back into the house. He looked in the laundry to find Sky loading clean washing into a clothesbasket. "I need to hang this out." Sky said faintly. Brad nodded and took the heavy basket out to the clothesline. "So did you starch Ren's jocks?" Brad asked with a chuckle. "Uh? Should I have?" Sky asked uncertainly. "Not that I know of but I would have liked to see the look on his face if you had." Sky looked at Brad and for the first time she noticed that he was quite handsome. Not in the same way she found Ren very handsome but he did have an engaging grin. "Why are you being so much nicer to me now Hawk is gone?" Sky asked uneasily as what Hawk had said about Ren selling her body ran through her mind. "Well for a start I don't have to worry about Hawk getting the wrong idea and going mental on you. As for Ren, he knows I'd never touch his woman." Brad said mildly. Sky turned her attention back to the basket of clothes she had to hang out. As she worked she thought about how Hawk had reacted whenever any of the guys had payed attention to her and realised with a start he had almost acted jealous. "So what will we be playing for at cards?" Brad asked with a grin. Sky turned her head and watched him with a frown. "We could always play for match sticks. Or you could use Ren's bike as a grubstake. Bet a wheel here, handlebars there or chrome work now and then." Brad said seriously. Sky turned her head to stare at him wide-eyed with shock. "Do we have to play for stuff?" Sky finally asked uneasily. "No, I'm only jerking your chain." Brad laughed softly to show he had been joking. He turned his head to listen then looked towards the road that led up to the house. "Looks like your man's about to get home." Brad remarked as a bike came into view. He turned to glance at Sky and saw the fear on her face before she grabbed the now empty basket and headed for the house. Brad caught her by the upper arm before she reached the door and pulled her to a halt. "Stand out here and wait for Ren." Brad ordered softly. Sky pulled against his grip but Brad held firm and Sky stopped fighting. Ren pulled up on his motorbike and took his helmet off. He grinned as he saw Sky standing beside Brad. "Hey there Blondie." Ren greeted her. Sky watched him suspiciously. "I got a surprise for you. Bring the basket over here." Ren said with a pleased smile. Sky stood motionless as Brad released her. She hesitated several seconds before walking over almost within touching distance of Ren. "Give me the basket." Ren said holding a hand out. Sky did as he asked her and watched as he began taking bags out of the side car and placing them in the basket; when the basket was half full he placed a shoe box on the last bag and straightened up. "Let's go inside." Ren said and headed for the house. Sky hesitated for a moment then followed. Ren made his way through the house to his bedroom and placed the basket on the bed before turning around to watch as Sky came into the room hesitantly. "Come over here and look at what I got you." Ren said coaxingly. He began taking plastic shopping bags out of the basket and emptying them onto the bed. Sky watched as clothes fell out of the bags. Tops, a couple of pairs of jeans, some shorts and two warm jumpers. Another bag yielded underwear, bras and lacy g-strings. Sky took a step forward as she eyed the women's clothing. "Want to try some of it on?" Ren asked. Sky looked at him suspiciously. Hawk had never given her anything that she had not paid for in some way or other. "When's Hawk coming back?" Sky asked. Ren took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Hawk's not coming back for you." Sky looked away then glanced back at him uncomfortably. "I got these for you. You don't want to keep wearing the clothes you have on do you?" Ren asked as he picked up a colourful t-shirt from the pile on the bed. He reached for the shoebox and opened it; he tipped a pair of joggers onto the bed as well. "I got you some slippers and some joggers." Ren told her. Sky approached the bed slowly and checked the label on one of the shirts, it was in her size, and next she reached for a bra and checked its size. She glanced at the last bag in the basket but didn't say anything. "Maybe tonight after we have a shower you'll feel like trying some of them on." Ren said lightly refusing to be discouraged by her lack of enthusiasm. "I need to go to the toilet." Sky announced and took several steps backwards. When Ren made no move to stop her she turned and hurried out of the room. Sky shut the toilet door and sat down on the closed toilet lid, she kept rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she fought to keep the tears at bay. Hawk had sold her to Ren and now Ren had turned up with all those clothes. She closed her eyes and leant her head back as she tried not to think of what she would be expected to do to earn them. \* \* \* \* \* Sky walked into the dark bedroom and climbed into bed without turning the light on. She had endured another shower with Ren after eating their tea and now he had sent her to bed ahead of him. She huddled under the covers and pulled them up around her ears tightly to keep out the cold night air. She was still awake half an hour later when she heard footsteps pass the doorway and continue to one of the other bedrooms. "Sky! Where are you!" Ren yelled from his room. Sky closed her eyes and pretended sleep as she listened to him moving through the house. The light was turned on and Sky tightened her hold on the bedclothes. "You are supposed to be in my bed in my room." Ren said tightly as he walked into the room she had shared with Hawk and Jake. No response came from Sky and Ren walked to the bed, pulled the bedclothes off of her and picked her up in his arms. Sky struggled briefly but Ren merely grunted as he tightened his hold. He passed Brad in the hallway and Brad laughed softly. "Looks like you're in for fun and games tonight." He said to Ren as he went by. Ren dropped Sky on his bed and watched as she rolled to the far side of the bed. She glanced at him fearfully for several seconds before lowering her head and giving a soft sigh of defeat. She pulled the covers back slightly and slipped beneath the covers into the bed. "Smart move." Ren told her as he started to undress. When Ren reached for the waist of his jeans Sky turned her face away and pulled the covers up around her ears. "Either you take off that T-shirt or I will." Ren told her as he went and switched the light out. Deciding she didn't want to anger him any further than she had already Sky quickly slipped the offending shirt off and dropped it on the floor beside the bed within easy reach for the next morning. Sky struggled as she attempted to push his hands away when he reached for her. "Come over here." Ren demanded. "You're going to hurt me!" Sky protested as she tried to escape his grasp. "Maybe if you don't stop being stupid I will give you a slap but I have no intention of hurting you!" Ren said angrily as he pinned her beneath him in self-defence. Sky gave several little half sobs as she struggled to get free. Finally accepting her fate for the night she stopped struggling and became passive beneath his hold. "That's better." Ren murmured after several moments. He became aware of her vulnerable position beneath him, his hips rested between her thighs and he could feel her soft folds against his rigid cock. "I'm not going to hurt you." Ren said softly as he nuzzled just below her ear. Sky flinched in surprise at his gentleness as he kissed his way down the side of her neck. She felt him release one wrist and then his hand stroked down her arm and side until it rested against the top of her hip. His touch as he continued to stroke her was light and soft. Sky slowly relaxed even though sexual tension was starting to replace her fear. Ren brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. He was pleased when she didn't whimper or flinch away from his touch. He chanced a kiss on her lips and was surprised when her lips softened beneath his. Sky could feel the slow languid heat that had started to grow wherever Ren's body touched hers; she closed her eyes as his lips brushed hers lightly. "That's it, relax." Ren coaxed huskily. Feeling his restraint weakening he shifted off of her body to lay beside her. Sky turned towards him and cuddled into his body in a gesture of unconscious trust. Ren's hand found the small of her back and continued to stoke her soothingly. Sky gave a soft sigh of surrender and burrowed her face into the curve of his neck. Sky was aware of Ren's body against hers and of both their desire but she felt amazingly safe as she nestled against him. The hard press of Ren's arousal against her stomach burned with a surprising warmth and Sky slid one hand down between their bodies. Ren gasped but held still as Sky's hand encountered his hard cock. Slowly Sky began to explore the head of his cock with her fingers. She found where a drop of precum had oozed from the tip and she spread it slowly over the head of his cock. Ren felt his breathing become harder as Sky continued to toy with his rigid shaft. Finally her hand encircled him and she began to pump her hand up and down. He was unable to prevent a soft groan of pleasure from escaping his lips. The action of Sky's hand stilled for several seconds and then he felt her begin to ease down his body. Ren rolled onto his back; he tensed as he felt the warmth of her breath brush against his rock hard shaft and then the first tentative flick of her tongue. Sky slowly ran her tongue around the head of Ren's cock. She took her time exploring the taste and texture of him before sliding her damp lips across the small slit on the tip. She opened her mouth and slowly slid the head into her mouth as she sucked softly; she felt his body jerk and halted what she was doing for several seconds. His hand found her shoulder and he began stroking her shoulder and back with smooth long strokes. Sky gave a soft moan of pleasure as she began swirling her tongue around his cock the best she could. Changing to a strong sucking motion she slowly engulfed as much of his cock as she could without gagging before beginning to move her head up and down. Ren groaned as a strong pressure began building in his balls. He realised with shock he was not going to last long under Sky's gentle ministrations. Sky was enjoying the feel of the veins and hard ridges on Ren's cock as she worked it with her mouth, lips and tongue. The sudden swell and throb of his cock warned her he wasn't far from coming. Sky increased the pressure of her suction and swallowed as she forced her head down taking more cock into her mouth then ever before. She felt his cock brush the back of her throat and swallowed desperately, her lips slid down his cock smoothly and his pubic hair tickled her nose. Ren groaned and shuddered as he came while Sky had her lips clamped around the base of his cock. He felt her suck every last drop from him before she let him slide from her lips. Sky moved back up the bed and rested her head on her pillow. She felt Ren cuddle her close but was too shocked at her own actions to react to him. He brushed a light kiss against her cheek as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Sky lay there listening to his heartbeat beneath her ear and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Slowly it deepened and a soft snore came from him before he moved to settle himself more comfortably. A deep feeling of contentment and peace settled over Sky and she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just as Sky was drifting off to sleep Ren began to wake. He very rarely fell asleep so quickly after sex and now he was becoming aroused again from the soft warmth of her body against his. Idly he let his hand wander to her back and he began long soothing strokes up and down her back. Sky moaned in her sleep and arched against him. She pressed her body against his side as his hand continued to caress her. Knowing Sky was in no condition to engage in the activity his body wanted he decided he could still return the pleasure she had given him. Gently he eased her onto her back and cupped one breast in his hand. He felt the nipple pucker and harden beneath his fingers as he toyed with it. Slowly he lowered his head. He circled the areole with his tongue several times before flicking the tip of his tongue over her nipple. Sky moaned softly in her sleep as she arched into his mouth. Taking his hint from her response he suckled at her breast before turning his attention to the other one. Little moans of pleasure came from Sky as he repeated the process on her second breast then alternated between both hard rosy peaks. Sky moaned and gasped as her dream lover divided his attention between her breasts, he slid one hand down over her stomach. His touch was light as he slid his fingertips between her slick folds. His fingers barely skimmed the moisture there before finding the hard little nub within the folds. Sky bit her lip as pleasure radiated through her body. She didn't want to wake up but her mind was becoming clearer and clearer. She began moving her hips against the fingers that teased and coaxed the pleasure from her body. She opened her eyes and swallowed back a moan of pure pleasure. She glanced towards the head busy at her breasts and saw Ren's long fair hair. The pleasure beneath his fingertips was fast becoming an empty ache as something began to tighten and grow low in her stomach. "Please! It's not enough!" Sky protested as the tension increased in her body. The hollow ache grew in her stomach reaching up with rhythmic pulls to where he suckled at her breasts. Ren increased his pressure on her clit, adding another finger as he pinched it firmly between his fingers. Sky moaned and whimpered as she moved her hips desperately. Ren lifted his head for a moment as he glanced at her face. She was biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head back. Ren moved up and kissed her as he increased the speed of his fingers, Sky moaned beneath his kiss and opened her mouth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, his tongue imitating the movement of the act her body craved. Sky clutched at his shoulders frantically and then Ren felt the shudders that ran through her body as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Ren raised his head and watched Sky as she slowly came back to earth.. She opened her eyes and looked at him languidly. He smiled down at her and she made a soft sound of pleasure as she sighed. Ren cupped her face in his hand and kissed her on the lips gently, Sky sighed softly once again then slipped back into sleep. Ignoring his own raging hard on Ren settled her comfortably against him. He brushed the hair back off her face tenderly before closing his eyes and trying to will his body relax. The next morning when Ren woke he was still holding Sky in his arms but now she had her arms twined around his neck and was using his chest for a pillow. Carefully he untangled their bodies trying not to wake her but when he moved away from her Sky opened her eyes with a start and half sat up as she looked around. Her eyes met his for a second; she looked away and he saw the flush of red rising in her face. "Well I don't know about you but I had a good sleep last night." Ren said as Sky pulled the blankets up to cover the naked body. Sky didn't say anything to his remark as she looked for her clothes. She reached for the t-shirt she had worn to bed last night but Ren took it from her. "Either you wear some of the clothes I got you or you go naked." Ren said. He was worried it was the only way to get Sky to wear the new clothes he had picked out especially for her with out her fighting him. Sky glanced across at Ren where he was tucking his shirt into his jeans and she felt her breasts start to swell and her nipples pucker. She turned her face away as she remembered the very vivid dream she had had the night before. Gingerly she reached between her thighs and the slick moisture she found there told her it had not been a dream. Feeling her face burn with embarrassment for the second time that morning she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow with a groan. Worried Sky might be ill Ren sat on the side of the bed and reached out to place his hand on her back. "You feel alright darling?" Ren asked softly. Sky lifted her head at the unfamiliar endearment and glanced his way, seeing the concern on his face she looked away. "You touched me, you done things to me last night." Her sentence was more of an accusation. "I thought it only fair after the blow job you gave me." Ren told her with a smile as he realised she was embarrassed by what had happened and that she wasn't ill. "Where are the clothes?" Sky asked in an effort to change the subject. Ren got to his feet and picked up the basket on his side of the bed and placed it on the bed beside her. "You get dressed. I need a cup of coffee." Ren said knowing she would get dressed quicker if he was out of the room. Sky watched Ren walk from the room before turning her attention to the clothes in the basket. She sorted through them to find a bra in her usual size and matching g-string, she picked a blue t-shirt and jeans and the softer of the two jackets. Quickly she dressed, pulled the slippers on and headed for the kitchen. Ren looked up from where he sat at the table. He smiled when he saw her wearing the jacket he preferred. "Do you like your new clothes?" He asked her. "Thank you for the clothes." Sky said thinking he was prompting her. Ren controlled the urge to frown at her. He had sincerely wanted to know if she liked his choice of clothes. "How about you cook us some breakfast? I got the coffee started." Ren said when Sky stood there uncertainly. Sky glanced towards the bathroom door, wanting to use the toilet first but moved towards the fridge and opened it. "Sausages, bacon and eggs?" Sky asked with a glance towards him. "Just bacon and eggs, and some toast." Ren said then added as an after thought. "You might like to choose what to eat next time." Sky moved from one foot to the other as she controlled the need to go to the toilet. Ren noticed her movements and frowned. Finally it dawned on him that he had not heard her go to the toilet. "Sky? Do you need to go to the toilet?" Ren asked gently. "Yes." Sky said softly. "Leave that and go." Ren ordered as Brad walked into the room. Brad watched Sky hurry from the room and turned to look at his friend. "She waits to be told to do something as simple as go to the toilet." Ren said with disgust. "I see she's wearing some of the stuff you got her. She sure looks a lot better in it then in what she had been wearing." Brad remarked. "I gave her no choice. It was wear it or go naked." Ren said with a grin. "Well don't forget that the boy had to have total control over her. Give her some time to work out her new boundaries." Brad said. "Yeah." Ren agreed. "By the way you might want to invest in a radio. Every little sound carried last night. Especially about three quarters of an hour after you went to bed. I could hear her as clear as day in my room." Brad mentioned. "I'll do something about that." Ren acknowledged. "Well it was better than hearing her crying because she was being hurt." Brad said with a grin. "Shut up." Ren growled but his voice lacked harshness. He looked over as Sky walked back into the room clearly much more comfortable. "Come here a moment Sky." Ren said. Sky lowered her head slightly as she gave him a suspicious look as she stood still. Slowly she took a step towards him and he smiled and nodded encouragement. When Sky was standing in front of him he held out one hand towards her. Sky eyed him for several seconds before placing one of her hands on his. He toyed with her fingers for several seconds before looking back at her face. "Would you mind cooking something for Brad too?" Ren asked softly. Sky glanced at Brad then back at Ren thoughtfully. Finally she gave a small nod. "Okay. Bacon eggs and toast as well?" She asked softly. "That'll be great. You do the bacon and eggs and I can do the toast." Ren told her. He noted her slight frown as she turned away. Sky repressed the urge to smile at Ren's gentle coaxing tone as she turned away to start cooking the bacon and eggs. As she worked she kept sneaking glances at Ren. Finally when the food was ready she served it up onto plates and put them on the table. Brad had put cutlery out and poured them each a cup of coffee so she was able to sit down to eat while her food was fresh and hot.

Stolen Innocence

Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out over the side of the huge ship that has been her home for the last 6 weeks. Her family has decided not to stay in the new world, but to return to the country of their youth. She watches silently as the ship slowly drifts into port, the muscular dock workers scurrying to tie the ropes at the moorings. It was not her desire to return to this land ofold customs. She much rather preferred the Americas. This country seemed so far behind the times now. She had grown used to her modern amenities. "Gabrielle!" Her mother's coarse shout brought her back to herself. "Oh, there you are!" Her mother peered out of the small door leading to the deck from their quarters. "You better come in here, and see to yourself before we debark!" Just past her eighteenth birthday, Gabrielle O'Malley felt like she should have had a choice to remain in New York with her relatives, rather than come back across the ocean to a land that held nothing for her. Sighing to herself, she went back into the small room where her family had spent the voyage home. Looking at herself in the mirror, she pulled a brush through her long blonde curls, seeing a look of resignation in her steel blue eyes. Her ankle length dress was worn and shabby, nothing like the finery she was accustomed to. She would be grateful to get off this ship, even if was to return to her family home. Slowly making her way down the ramp behind her mother and her sister, she was careful to watch her footing on the slippery planks. Just as her feet touched the solid rock of the shipyard, she was jostled roughly from behind. Turning to shout at whoever was so clumsy, she turned her face into a damp cloth. Her body instantly went limp, and she felt herself being lifted, carried, bouncing across strong shoulders. The last thing she heard before she succumbed to the darkness was her mother's incessant wailing. Paralyzed. That is the only word she can think of to describe her current state. She is well aware of her surroundings. She can hear her captors talking, feel the warm bedding beneath her nakedness, smell the oil from the lamps. She hasn't dared open her eyes, not wanting to make them aware of her alertness. "She's exactly what his Majesty asked for, no? The fair hair, the ample breasts, the long sleek legs. . . she's perfect. Only one matter to look into, is she as virginal as she appears?" Gruff voices, Gabbie can only imagine the size of these men who hold her captive. "We must wait for the King and his loyal doctor to make that determination," one of the ruffians says. Gabbie is outraged at the thought of anyone doubting her virtue, but she is even more fearful of the King. Surely they don't mean King Logan. The ruler of this whole land! Her fears are affirmed as someone announces the arrival of his Royal Highness King Logan. Gabbie's heart is pounding, and she fights herself to keep her eyes closed.. "Remove yourselves to the next chamber and I will settle with you shortly!" The voice of the King, telling her captors to leave them in privacy. "Alas, but she is a beauty!" She feels the thin blanket pulled away from her body. She lies there fully naked as she feels a rough finger glide over her cheek, from the corner of her eye to her chin. She flinches involuntarily, and the King grabs her chin roughly between his fingers. "A faker, eh?" He laughs roughly as her eyes open.. "Doctor, carry on with your examination." The doctor moves to the foot of the bed, and grasps her legs just above the knee and gently pulls them apart. He lifts them so her heels are touching the bed and then he gently spreads them, exposing her most private area. No one has ever seen this much of her before. She tries to cover herself with her hands, but the King will have none of it. He grasps her wrists and holds them firmly in his grip. "He'll not hurt you, if you behave," he whispers against her cheek. Tears course down her face and she gasps as she feels warm fingers spread her pink folds. He touches her lightly, running a finger along each lip, and then gently forcing his index finger inside of her warmth. She draws her knees together at this invasion, and he slowly removes his finger. "Aye, she is pure, Your Highness," the doctor makes his findings clear. The King releases her arms, saying "Good, good. I would have hated to have to turn this beauty over to the guards!" And then to her, "Rest now, for in a few hours, you will be meeting your new husband." Terrified, she jumps off of the bed as soon as the door closes behind them, only to find that she is locked in. There is one small window, too high for her to reach, and too narrow for her to fit through even if she could reach it. Succumbing to her fears, she curls up in the corner and cries herself to sleep. She sleeps fitfully for a few hours, waking when the door is opened by a beautiful dark haired woman. She kneels beside her and says "You must cry no longer. Your face will be swollen and red when it comes time to greet your groom." "Im not getting married to anyone!" Gabbie shouts at her. She smiles kindly and says "Poor dear, you have no choice in the matter. Either marriage, or agony and shame until you die." She stands up and pulls Gabbie to her feet. "Now you must allow me to help you make yourself presentable." Guiding her down several long hallways, they come to a beautiful sunken pool, steaming with warm water. "My name is Bethany. I am one of the Queen's servants." "If the King already has a Queen, then he can't marry me too!" Gabbie says. Bethany smiles softly and says, "You are not chosen for the King, but for his oldest son, and heir to the throne, Prince Aerin." This causes Gabrielle to laugh. "Prince Aerin? He can find his own bride! Why does the King kidnap me and force me into a marriage such as this?" "Aerin so far has chosen not to marry, no matter how many perfect matches the Queen and King have arranged for him at the various balls and celebrations." Gabbie laughs again "Well, perhaps then, he's gay!" Looking terrified, Bethany pushes her backwards into the water and jumps in after her. Gabbie comes up gasping for air, and Bethany is immediately beside her in the waist deep water. "You must never say such a thing about the Royal family if you want to live!" Gabbie asks, "Well, what makes them think he will want to marry me? I don't have any royal blood in my veins!" "You were chosen because of your appearance. Aerin has always seemed attracted to fair haired maidens with voluptuous curves. And besides, Aerin is a gentle soul, and his father will be giving him an ultimatum, either he marries you, or you will be given to the guards, and he will kidnap another, and another until Aerin agrees." Silently, she begins to gently scrub Gabbie's skin with a flowery smelling soap. Bethany leads her into another chamber off to the side of the bathing pool and seats her in front of a huge mirror. She slowly combs through her hair until it is dry, then shows her to a closet full of beautiful gowns. "You may wear any of these that you choose." Quietly, Gabbie looks through the vast amount of gowns and decides on a dark blue one with silver trim. Bethany assists her putting it on over her head, and takes her back to the mirror. Gabbie looks stunning in the gown, she must admit, but she is still frightened. She decides that she will go along with this charade long enough to plan an escape. Beside her reflection in the mirror another figure appears. She turns slowly to see the Queen watching her with interest. Gabbie quickly remembers her manners, smiling softly, and curtsies. The Queen is beautiful, even for an older lady. "I want you to know that what you have gone through in the last days is barbaric. I had no idea of it, but we are all powerless to change his mind. Someday, I hope you will grow to be a part of this family, and bring my son great happiness." Gabbie is stunned by the Queen's direct statement against the King, and she says "Your Majesty, I promise to try." The Queen smiles gently and walks toward Gabbie, opening her hand. "Please, wear these tonight. They will go beautifully with that gown. Gabbie looks into the Queen's hand and sees sapphire earrings and a stunning sapphire and diamond necklace. The Queen helps her to put them on, then takes her arm gently and walks her to the door. They walk down several corridors, and down a majestic spiral staircase, into the main room of the castle. Gabbie can hear voices being raised in anger. "It's a travesty, father! I've no desire to wed, especially not to some innocent you've stolen from her family! I'm nearly three decades old, surely I can find my own bride!" "Enough, Aerin!" King Logan's voice booms loudly, "That is my point! You are thirty years old, and not even attempting to produce an heir to the throne! Your brother is married and already has two sons, and he is barely twenty! Have you ever even been with a woman yet?" "Of course I have. Several actually, just none that I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with! And speaking of my brother, let HIM inherit the throne, it makes no difference to me!" The Queen subtly clears her throat, and all eyes in the room turn to her and Gabbie. Momentarily, the Prince looks shocked as their eyes meet for the first time. He approaches her and drops to one knee. "I apologize greatly for the trouble you've gone to, but there's been a great mistake. You may return to your family now." The King shouts, "Aerin! It is not that simple. Either you take this girl as your own, or I give her to the royal guards, and then I present you with another girl. And if you reject that one, I will only find another. It goes until you agree." Aerin stood up to his full height and turned to face his father. In a deathly quiet voice, he grates out, "So be it. I will take this innocent as my bride, but I will never forget that you forced me to. I am ashamed to have been spawned by someone so vile." A collective gasp went out from everyone in the room. The King swiftly backhanded Aerin across the face. He staggered backward, rage in his eyes as he grabbed Gabrielle's hand and led her to his chamber. Gabbie followed silently behind him, hurrying to keep up with his footsteps. As soon as he slammed the door to his chamber, he turned to face her. Noticing the servant standing near, he pulled Gabbie to him, and bent his lips to her ear. "As soon as night falls, I will help you escape," he whispered. She leaned back to look into his eyes and nodded silently. Gabbie noticed the small bruise forming on his cheekbone and walked over to the basin on his dressing table and soaked a small cloth. He was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands as she gently moved his head so she could see the bruise. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" He asked as she pressed the cloth against his skin. She gently shook her head. He flopped back onto the bed and she followed, sitting beside him as his legs dangled off the end of the bed. Again, she pressed the cloth to his heated skin and he closed his eyes. She studied him intently now, noticing the sandy blonde color of his hair, the shape of his full, soft lips. His eyes opened and they were inches apart, she noticed that his eyes, like hers, were a silvery-blue. His skin was very tanned, as though he spent a lot of time out doors. He turned to look at her and spoke in a soft voice, "I don't even know your name." She smiled softly at him and said equally as quiet as he had "It's Gabrielle. Gabbie. Whichever you prefer, your Honor." He sighed, "Please . . . I've never grown accustomed to that. Please, just call me Aerin, and I'll call you Gabrielle. It's a beautiful name. Gabbie is much too plain of a name for such a beauty." She smiled again, nodding. He rolled to his side, carrying her with him, and snuggled her head against his powerful chest. "I can't apologize enough for the terror you must have gone through by my father's guards. I am still having a difficult time acknowledging that my father could have been so desperate for me to wed that he would have caused your family so much grief. Your parents are probably worried sick about you, no?" Gabbie nodded, feeling sorry for her poor mother. Aerin continued, "We'll have you back to them soon." As if on cue, Aerin's chamber door burst open and his father stormed in, followed by three guards. "These guards will stay with you until after the wedding takes place. I heard of your plan to aid in her escape, and let me forewarn you, if you are caught, I will kill her myself. And furthermore, if the sun rises tomorrow and she is still pure, I will take her myself. Prepare yourself, the wedding is in three days!" At that, he directed two of the guards outside onto the balcony, and another to stand watch outside the door. Aerin was trembling with rage, and Gabrielle sat numbly on the edge of the bed. "I won't do it. I will not rape you in order to make my father happy." Gabrielle cried, "But don't you see?! You must do as he says! I would rather lie with you than with him. Please Aerin, don't allow him to be the one who spoils me. I would rather die!" Standing at the foot of the bed, he gathered her gently in his arms. "Shh, sweet Gabrielle. I won't allow him to touch you." "Please, Aerin, let's just do it now so it is over with. Please, Aerin, lie with me now." Gabrielle stood on her tip toes and gently teased his lips with her tongue. He groaned as he lowered her to the bed, gently lying beside her. "Gabrielle, I do not want to hurt you. Please don't ask this of me." "Aerin, if you don't deflower me, he will. And he will not be so gentle." Again, she raised her lips to his and sucked his lower lip between hers. His hands came up and held her shoulders, crushing her to him. She reached behind herself and loosened the strings holding her gown, and then lowered the bodice, exposing her breasts to him. His eyes fixed on her tight, pink nipples and her firm, creamy breasts. He groaned as he lowered his head and kissed her fully, tongue delving deeply into her mouth as his hands found her breasts. Squeezing them gently and rolling the nipple between his fingers, she gasped out loud at the new sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers flew to the strings at the throat of his shirt and untied them with blinding haste. He helped her get the shirt over his head, and her fingers softly brushed over the fine, downy hair on his chest. His shoulders were wide and muscular, his chest perfectly formed with just a smattering of light golden hair that tapered down to his trim waist and below into the waistband of his breeches. Lying on their sides, facing each other, she traced a single finger delicately down the trail of hair. He caught her hand just as she reached the waistband. Bringing her fingers to his lips, he gently bit them saying, "Let's not hurry. We have all night, and I want to get to know the wonders of your body, and teach you the wonders of mine." He softly kissed her on the lips as he worked the dress and her underthings down over her feet and off the bed. He stood then, looking down at her naked form, admiring her body, and she sat up, and gently went to work on his breeches. At once she had them undone, and he slowly peeled them down over his hips, revealing himself to her. He watched her reaction as his coarse golden pubic hair came into sight, and then lower, as his manhood sprung out, standing proudly erect. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she said, "Surely, you're too large to fit!" He smiled at her naivete and gently pushed her down on the bed, as he laid beside her. "No, my Princess, it will fit, in due time. It will not be comfortable at first, but I promise, you will begin to enjoy it." Gabrielle clearly didn't believe him, but the alternative was far more frightening, so she allowed him to take her in his arms again and kiss her. He started by gently kissing her neck as his fingers toyed with her nipples again. He slowly worked his lips and tongue down to her collarbone, kissing softly. His fingers were lazily tracing circles around her navel, slightly tickling her, but distracting her just long enough for him to take a nipple between his lips. She gasped in shock as his lips closed over it and his tongue flicked across the sensitive tip. She cried out softly as his warm fingertips ruffled through her downy pubic hair. She had never felt so many things at once. He wrapped one strong arm around her as his other hand parted her wetness. He kissed her firmly on the mouth as he gently invaded her with one finger. She moaned loudly as he slowly worked it in and out of her. "Ah, my princess, you are tight. It will feel so good to enter you." With that, he added another finger and pushed them deep inside of her. His lips had worked their way down to her navel, and his tongue was delving in and out. Her fingers were in his hair, twisting, pulling as she panted. Finally his mouth was nuzzling her pubic hair and her hips were lifting off the bed. He slowly licked one side of her wetness, then the other, carefully avoiding the tiny bud that stood out, begging for attention. His fingers worked in and out of her, to the rhythm set by her hips. Just as he sensed she was close to the edge, he lowered his mouth onto her clit and sucked gently. She screamed his name as she went over the edge, the sensation of his fingers and his mouth being too much. She felt as though she were falling, grasping for him. He held her tightly around the hips, his mouth never leaving her center until she slowed bucking her hips. She was trembling, and he joined her on the bed, lying beside her, holding her as she cried. Kissing her face and hair softly until she quieted. She turned her face up to him and he kissed her softly, allowing her to taste her essence in his mouth and on his tongue. She sucked greedily at it, enjoying the subtle flavor of her orgasm. He removed himself from her arms and knelt beside her on the bed. She gazed up at him and he smiled, "Don't be afraid, my Princess. Here, just touch it." With that, he wrapped her small fingers around his manhood. It was too wide for her to fingers to go completely around it. He settled back on the bed, allowing her to explore his body. She squeezed a little more firmly, and he groaned. "Did I hurt you?" She asked, looking worried. "No, but you're going to drive me mad with your innocence!" He laughed and kissed her firmly on the mouth as his hand closed over hers and showed her how to pleasure him. He was groaning with every pass of her hand now when she asked, "May I put my mouth on it, like you did for me?" He thought he would go insane with her shyness, in answer, he gently put his hand on the back of her head and guided her lower. She opened her mouth and took in just the swollen head, slowly tracing circles around it with her moist tongue. He unwillingly thrust against her, and she took about half of him into her mouth. It was out of his control now, and she quickly grew accustomed to the girth and the heat in her mouth, taking more and more of him in. He panted and groaned with every thrust, trying to be gentle with her, not wanting to terrify her. Her small hand found his heavy scrotum and softly squeezed and massaged it between her fingers. Saliva and pre-cum was dripping down over his sack and she traced her fingers through it, and lower to his sensitive anus. She felt his body jerk as she softly rubbed her tiny finger around the opening, and he moaned loudly. "Princess, I'm so . . . ." She traced back up to his balls again getting her finger slick with juices and gently found his opening again, this time she pushed gently inside of him. His hips lifted off the bed and he shouted incoherently as he filled her mouth with thick creamy cum. She kept her mouth on him until he calmed, cum dripping out around the corners of her lips. She carefully removed her finger from inside of him, and he shuddered. Softly releasing him from her mouth, she moved up beside him on the bed. He lay there, panting and smiling. "I was trying to warn you what to expect with my release, but you didn't give me time to speak!" He said, laughing. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked, worried. "No! It was amazing! Your lips around me, your tongue working it's magic, and My God, your fingers! I cannot describe the feelings!" She smiled as she snuggled into his chest. They drifted off into a peaceful sleep as the sun went down over the kingdom. Later on, in the wee hours of the morning, he awoke to find her asleep by his side. He hugged her close to him, feeling her breasts pressed to his chest. He kissed her softly as she began to awaken. She looked into his eyes, and he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'll be as gentle as I can." She smiled at him and nodded . "I know you do not wish to cause me pain, Aerin. I feel like I have known you for all my years, and I wish only for you to be satisfied with me." "You worry needlessly. If I was to never know any woman again, I could die a happy man with the knowledge I have of you, my sweet Gabrielle." With that he kissed her deeply, feeling her body relax into his. He softly toyed with her breasts until she was breathless with need. "Please, Aerin . . ." His hand traveled to her heated center, to make sure she was slippery enough, and he rolled on top of her. He spread her legs gently as he laid between them, his manhood touching her heat. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, as he raised his hips, guiding his engorged member to her entrance. He slowly pushed forward, feeling her stretch around him, until he could go no further without taking her completely. "I promise, my beautiful Princess, that I will never hurt you again . . ." as he thrust forward quickly, tearing her maidenhead. She screamed in pain and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "Don't move, Gabbie, don't move. . . just hold still until I gain control of myself . . ." He could feel his seed pulsating to be released, and one tiny movement from her hips would send him to Heaven. He laid there, buried deep inside her core until his breathing slowed. She felt so full, the pain already subsiding as his hard cock began to thrust slowly in and out of her, bit by bit. She moaned as her hips found his rhythm, their bodies moving as one. She kissed him then, softly, deliberately, letting him know that she accepted him as her lover. He kissed her back with a passion as yet unknown to him, feeling their souls touch. His rhythm speeded up, pushing into her completely. The pain was all but gone now as she surrendered her body to his skillful lovemaking. He changed the angle of his thrust and she gripped him with her legs, her hands squeezing his shoulders, as she felt the beginnings of her climax. She sucked in a deep breath and every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed his name, digging her fingers into his back as she orgasmed. It was the most powerful force she had ever felt, and it dragged him along in it's wake. The grip of her tight, wet cunt on his cock as she spasmed, milked him erotically and he shuddered violently as he poured his seed deep into her. She held him tightly as he grunted and moaned. Their breathing slowed together as they slowly drifted back to reality. He kissed her sweetly and asked "Was it bad?" She smiled and said, "I barely remember the pain." He went to the door and told the guard they were going to the bathing pool. He wrapped her in the blanket from the bed and carried her through the castle and deposited her on the side of the small pool. The guard followed, turning his back to give them privacy. Aerin washed her from head to toe, inspecting the damage he had done to her. She had bled a small amount and he cleaned it off her thighs, along with a large amount of his seed. She then returned the favour and washed him, seeing the marks her fingernails had left across his shoulderblades. They dried each other carefully, and then walked back to his room. The servant had changed the bedcovers, and Aerin laid her gently down in the center of the bed. He gathered her in his arms, kissing her gently on the temple. They drifted off to sleep, holding each other, anxious about the following day. They were awakened by the door bursting open again. King Logan, looking furious, stood at the foot of their bed. “Well?!” He bellowed, looking to the guards. They nodded silently, affirming that she was no longer a virgin. His face broke into a smile and he said “Wonderful! I hoped you would come to your senses.” Aerin surprised them all by announcing that he wanted the wedding to proceed quickly, that evening if possible. The King promised that it would be tomorrow at the very latest, and left to make arrangements. Gabrielle looked questioningly at Aerin, and he smiled. “Trust me.” She had complete faith in him, knowing that she never wanted to leave his side. “I have a few arrangements to make myself,” he said, as he got out of bed and pulled on his clothes. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the King came to announce that the wedding would be the following morning. Aerin came back a few hours later, excited and happy. “My love, I have planned the perfect honeymoon.” Gabrielle smiled at him, sadly. He saw the sorrow in her eyes, and once again took her in his arms and murmured the words, “Trust me.” He led her to the bed, lying her down gently and making love to her thoroughly until she didn’t care what the next day held. “Gabrielle.” Quietly, breaking through her consciousness. “Gabrielle, wake up, my love.” Awareness dawning on her, she opens her eyes, reaching for him. He kisses her quickly. “Get up, Princess, and put these clothes on.” She’s almost fully awake now, and she looks at the clothes he has arranged on the bed. Breeches, a white shirt and a long overcoat. She looks at him questioningly. “I know how confused you must be, but hurry, get dressed, we’ll talk on the way.” She dresses quickly, then follows him out onto the balcony. He shows her how to get safely to the ground below, and then he follows. They run silently through the courtyard, to the stables where the stable boy and the Queen await them. The Queen kisses her son saying “Stay safe, my son, and may you find every happiness you deserve!” And then to Gabrielle, “I’ve never seen him so happy, or so sure of himself. Be true to him, and he will be a good husband to you.” Aerin helps her up onto a huge black horse, pulling himself up behind her, and quickly spurring the horse into a slow trot. As they reach the gates to the castle, he looks back, silently bidding farewell to his home. He then turns and gallops away, heading for the docks and their freedom across the sea.

Stolen Innocence Ch. 05

*(This is part 5 of a series and will make much more sense if you read them in order)* \* The next two weeks are torture. My mom barely speaks to me. I can tell she is furious with me. My parents argue constantly. My father is defending me and my Mom is saying I am obviously disturbed. My therapist thinks I am trying to find an outlet for my anger and my uncle just happened to walk by. I even hear my Mom tell my Dad she thinks I have turned into a slut. "She was fucking him in the hallway!", I overheard her saying. She had obviously talked to Uncle Tony and he was giving her details. My school life sucks huge. My breakdown got around school and so did the story of my rape. People look at me strange when I walk by and no one talks to me. The boys are disgusting when they look at me and the girls look like they are disgusted with me. Yeah, it is loads of fun. Work is sort of ok. I am able to hold it together most of the time but I spend a lot of time in the alley crying. Max isn't sure what to do, I feel sorry for him, he wants to help me so bad. Sally is sweet but she doesn't want to talk details. They know what happened, the whole town seems to know. Nothing comes of my accusation. Mom refuses to let the DA pursue the case. She says it is not true and I am just upset so it sorta dies. My extended family doesn't speak to me anymore. The only family member that talks to me is my Dad. He is still sad but not when he looks at me. When he looks at me his eyes light up and he hugs me. He is the only thing keeping me going, my only fan. I wonder how long I can go on but I am just trying to take it one day at a time. I am at work on a normal Wednesday and he walks in. Denny, but he is alone. He sits in a booth in the corner. It isn't very busy and he is in my section. I take a deep breath and walk over. He looks up at me and nods to the seat across from him. I slide into the booth. "I heard what happened." He says. I just nod. Where was this going? Random thoughts fly through my head. Does he want me to become the house slut? That would be fitting. He just stares at me for a little while. "Tell me." He says softly. "Tell you what?" I say. "Tell me everything. That is what hurt you, changed you. I see past that, I see what you were. Tell me about the thing that changed you." He says. I stare at him. What an interesting creature. That strange line runs through my head. I look over at the counter. Sally is motioning for me to stay and is making hand gestures like she will cover the floor. I look back at him. He shows no emotion, he is just looking at me with what looks like indifference. I figure what the hell. I tell him everything, from the birthday party all the way through my graduation party and then everything up to now. He sits patiently and lets me talk. He doesn't stop me or even ask any questions. I finish and look at him for a reaction. There is none. He reaches out and takes my hands. "I believe you and I am so sorry for how I treated you. That was not what you needed. I hope you can forgive me one day." He says and stands up. He still has my left hand in his and he pulls it to his mouth and kisses it. "Goodbye Taylor." He says and walks out. Fuck! Well, that was productive. I'm not even worthy of being a biker slut. Was that what I was wishing for? What the hell was that all about? I am very confused and I slide out of the booth. I straighten my uniform and finish my shift. Three more weeks pass. School is over, thank god. I am now working full time at the diner. It looks like maybe this is going to be my life. My parents are on the verge of a divorce. The only time they ever talk it ends up in a screaming fit. We still all live together but it is a little weird. Daddy is still in my corner and I think I will be able to make it now with just that. I never see any of my family anymore. I miss my little cousins terribly and I can only imagine what they must think of me. It makes me sad to think of it so I try my best to forget about them. It is a lazy Sunday. Daddy and I are watching a NASCAR race. Mom is in the kitchen washing dishes I think. She thinks of reasons not to be in the same room with us most of the time. I hear the doorbell and I get up to go answer it. I open the door and Denny is there. I can see there are guys behind him. He grabs my arm and pulls me into the room. I scream a little and Daddy jumps up. One of the other guys pulls a gun and everyone freezes. I see Mom come out of the kitchen and she stops in her tracks. "Ok, everyone calm down." Denny says. "Mom, Dad, please take a seat on the couch." He says and points. He pulls me over near the couch. Dad looks really mad and Mom just looks incredibly frightened. He pulls something out of his jacket. It looks like a DVD of some sort. He hands it to me. "Put this in your DVD player, please." He says to me. I looked at him and he cracks a small smile. I am very confused and I slide the disc in and hit play. He sits me down in the chair and goes to stand behind the couch. All of his guys are arranged behind him. I think that looks a little strange. Did they come here to watch a movie? This is weird. I hear sound and turn to look at the screen. It is the inside of the biker house. I recognize the furniture. There looks to be around 10 guys sitting around. I hear someone come into the room and hear the guys welcome Denny. He walks into the scene and is motioning to someone. I gasp when Uncle Tony walks into the picture. He looks like he is drunk but he is very happy. He slaps a couple of guys on the back and sits down on one of the couches. I hear Mom say something. "What did you bastards do to him?" She says to Denny. "Shut up bitch and just watch." He screams at her. She turns and I can see her face is red with anger. I can hear the conversation on the screen very clearly. I figure out quickly that Denny must have been wearing a microphone. He sits next to Uncle Tony. There must have been a porno movie on the screen in the biker house. "Look at that bitch." Denny says to Tony. "Yeah, she is fine. I would do her in a minute." Tony says and laughs. One of the other guys makes a joke about Tony lasting a minute and everyone laughs. Tony laughs with them, he is feeling no pain. "She looks like she is 16." One of the other guys says. "Well, the flick is called -- Fall of the Virgin." Another guy says. "Man, I love fucking virgins." One of the other bikers chimes in. "Like you ever got one, Tiny." I hear Denny's voice. I look over and notice that all of the guys standing behind Denny are the same ones in the video. I find Tiny and he smiles at me. I have no idea what is going on. I turn back to the screen when I hear Uncle Tony's voice. "I got one." Tony says and a couple of bikers clap him on the back. "No shit, was she fine?" Tiny says. "Oh yeah, she was a fucking hottie. In fact, she still is." Tony says and I put my hand to my mouth. "How old was she?" Denny says. "18, in fact I got her on her birthday." Tony says and my eyes start to well up with tears. I turn around and Dad looks furious while Mom just looks confused. "Happy birthday to her." Tiny says. "Ok, fucker, how did you get an 18 year old virgin hottie on her birthday? It's not like you are a movie star." One of the other bikers says and everyone laughs. I see Tony look at all the guys and they sort of quiet down. "I raped her." He says and they all roar. "Holy fuck, you should be in the gang. You raped a virgin. Dude, you rock!" One of the bikers gets up and high fives Tony. I see Tony smiling and high fiving everyone. The party is rocking now. I feel tears running down my cheeks but I can't stop watching and I can't turn around. "How long ago was it?" One of the guys says as he slaps Tony's hand. "A couple of months ago." He says, laughing. "How was it?" Tiny asks. "Guys, you would not believe. She was so hot and the pussy was sweet. Her little body is rocking and it was the best fuck I have ever had." He says and I curl up my legs and wrap my arms around them, my tears flowing. "Who was she?" I hear Denny's calm voice. "My niece and it was her own birthday party." Tony says. I hold my breath and turn my head slowly. I see Denny and the guys leaving and watch the door close behind them. Dad and Mom are just sitting and staring. They look like they are in a coma. "You fucking raped your own niece at her own birthday party?" I hear a voice from the screen. "Fuckin' A. Dude, you are a legend." I hear Tiny's voice and hear a slapping noise, another high five. "Please turn it off." Mom says. I don't move. I try but I can't. "Yeah, and then I nailed her at her graduation party." Tony says on the screen behind me. Mom gasps again and tries to get up. Dad pulls her back down. She looks at him, anger in her eyes. "Get your fucking hands off me and turn this crap off." She screams. "Dude, how was that?" Tiny's voice. "Even sweeter, not as tight as the first time, she must have been fucking since then. She can't say no now. You just have to keep pressing and she just opens her legs." Tony's voice. Mom lets out a cry and tries to get up again. "No, you sit here. Our own daughter couldn't get off this couch because her fucking arms were taped behind her back as your brother raped her so you just sit here and watch!" Daddy screams. "That is so sweet. Maybe you can bring her by here sometime?" Tiny says. "Sure, I am sure she would come. Everyone thinks she is crazy anyway, they will all think she's just acting like the slut she is now." Tony's voice. "No, please stop it." Mom says and puts her head in her hands. "Do you think she would do us all?" Tiny's voice. "Yep, and come back for more. Her little cunt is built for cock!!!" Tony's voice. The tape stops and the screen goes blank. Mom is crying and Dad stands up and walks over to me. "I'm so sorry baby." He says and he is crying hard. I stand up and hug my Daddy as he apologizes over and over to me. Epilogue Denny's cock feels good as I sit here. I look at him lying there with his hands behind his head on the pool table. He is smiling at me. I grab my boobs and squeeze them. They are growing. They feel almost big now but they are still firm. My nipples are hard again. They seem to always be hard in this house. I run my hands down and feel the bulge of my stomach. It feels so nice. I am growing a life inside me. I have no idea who the father is and I really don't care. It doesn't really matter. It is my baby and I am so excited. The case did go to trial but they threw it out. Turns out a drunken confession is not admissible in court. Oh well, I did get to tell my story. My lawyer knew we didn't have much of a chance so she let me testify. I told the entire story to the whole courtroom and I didn't leave anything out. There was lots of crying and I was glad. I had been crying a lot and God Dammit it was time for other people to cry a little. Yep, the jury would have buried Tony if the judge hadn't thrown the case out. He felt bad too but Tony's lawyer was good. Work is wonderful. Now that everyone knows what happened it is much better. Max is a sweetie and Sally is like my Mom. Mom, well, that's another story. She is still trying to come to terms with her brother being a rapist. I don't care. Daddy and I are great and we visit the family a lot. We even visit Uncle Tony's wife and kids. She is always apologizing to me and the kids don't know anything. Uncle Tony lost his job and last I heard he is living downtown somewhere. His wife divorced him pretty quick and he doesn't even visit his kids much. He is walking with a little limp and a cane now. It seems Tiny has a temper problem and uses Tony every now and then to let out some steam. I love Tiny. As for me, I have my own apartment and it is great. It is really small but I love it. I do spend a lot of time in this house, though. I know you wanted me to tell you I returned to my virginal self but not so much. These guys are wonderful to me and I love them all. Well, not all at the same time, don't be silly. Let's just say I don't lack for attention. I am going to school to be a dentist. I was always fascinated by the whole process. It is a lot of school and it will take a long time but Denny and the guys think I can do it. They say they need a dentist in the house. They are so funny. I bounce on Denny's cock a few more times and feel him cum inside me. I lean over and lie on his chest. He is so warm. I pick up my head and kiss him lightly on the lips. "Thank you." I whisper to him.

Stolen Ch. 14

*Well here is the final chapter. I hope you the reader are satisfied with the ending. It is as I planned when I turned a one-off story into a series but it just took longer to get there then I had thought.* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ CHAPTER 14 Sky sat sideways across the rear seat of a large powerful 4WD vehicle. Ren was driving and Brad sat in the passenger seat. Behind them the two bikes belonging to the men were being towed on a large trailer made especially for the transport of motorcycles. Sky kept watch out the window at the passing night scenery; she was desperately trying to keep a track of where she was going. Brad looked over his shoulder into the back seat to see if Sky was still awake. She turned her head to look at him and then looked back out the window. A quick glance at the dashboard clock revealed that dawn was not far off. He knew they would soon be pulling into an off road shed to camp for a few hours so both he and Ren could get some sleep. As the vehicle approached an all night service station Ren slowed the vehicle abruptly and paused at the curb just long enough for Brad to quickly get out of the vehicle before it started moving again. Sky sat up alertly as Ren turned into a side road and drove along slowly for several minutes. Sky soon realised that the road was an exit road from the highway that lead to a roundabout and back to a highway entrance that would bring them back onto the highway back before the service station. Ren glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw the way Sky was looking around the parking lot as they approached the service station. "You sit back and keep quiet. I hear one sound out of you and I will put the gag back on you," Ren warned her in a stern tone. Sky glanced towards Ren with narrowed eyes and he realised she was trying to work out just how far she could push her luck. "You don't want to piss me off," Ren warned. Sky settled back into the seat. Although she knew the tone of voice he had used boded ill for her if she defied him, she intended to yell out if she saw someone about. Brad was waiting at the curb as they approached the front of the service station and Sky was aware of Ren glancing into the rear-view mirror every couple of seconds. The pause to pick up Brad was minor and the vehicle was back underway within a second. Sky turned her head to watch the service station disappear in the distance behind them. "You hungry and thirsty Sky?" Brad asked as he sorted through one of the bags of food and drinks he had bought at the station. He glanced back over his shoulder at her when she didn't answer him after a few minutes. "Sulking are we?" Ren asked dryly and Sky realised that he was still in the dark mood as when he had arrived at the warehouse to pick her up from Seth. Sky didn't answer as she looked away from him. It was dark outside the vehicle but she could tell by the position of the moon it was getting close to morning. Ren turned off the highway and drove up a road for nearly half an hour before turning into a driveway. Sky looked around drowsily as she struggled to stay awake. She sat up more as the vehicle slowed and she looked at the large shed ahead of them. Ren drove the 4WD into the large shed and parked at the back. He turned the lights out and shut off the motor. He heard Sky shifting in the rear seat and knew the time to start dealing with her had come. "I'm going to go find someplace warm to bunk down for a few hours," Ren said to Brad as he climbed from the vehicle. Brad got out of his door and stretched before glancing back over his shoulder and across the roof of the vehicle at Ren. "I'll go for a stroll around to see how secure it is," Brad said. Sky sat in the car silently as the two men walked away; she was cold and exhausted. Her head ached from finitude just as much as from the bump she had taken. Exhausted she closed her eyes as tears welled in her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Silent sobs shook her shoulders as she thought about the message she had left on her parents' answering machine. They would be there to meet the coach; she was sure of that and she hated to think how they would feel when she didn't arrive on it. Sky was starting to think they had left her in the car while they settled themselves somewhere comfortable when the door behind her shoulders opened and a cold draft came into the vehicle. "You ready to get some sleep?" Brad asked as he unbuckled her seatbelt. Sky nodded silently as he slipped his hands under her arms and eased her out of the vehicle to stand stiffly on her bound legs. Without hesitation Brad scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the corner of the shed where Ren had covered a pile of hay with several old horse blankets and Hessian sacks. "Give me a moment to grab my sleeping bag," Ren said to Brad before heading back to the vehicle. Brad sat Sky on the ground and squatted down to untie her legs. He glanced up at her face to find her watching him closely. "Don't even think about kicking me." Brad warned. Sky looked away from him. She didn't turn her head when she heard Ren return or when she heard the rustle of material. "Okay, all ready. Now Sky you behave." Ren warned as she felt him untying her wrists. He rubbed the marks left on her skin from the rope before straightening up. "You mind if I use some of this space too?" Brad asked Ren. "Feel free. I intend to sleep." Ren said as he watched Sky crawl into the sleeping bag. Brad tossed his sleeping bag onto the edge of the prepared area. He left a good three feet between him and where Sky was settling into the sleeping bag. Sky lay on her side with her back to the space where Ren would lay; she heard the straw rustle as he stretched out behind her. A strong arm slipped over her waist and she was pulled back against a hard body. Fearing he was about to help himself to her body Sky began struggling and managed to break free of his hold. She had half crawled out of the top of the sleeping bag when Ren delivered a hard slap to the seat of her pants and pulled her back down towards him. "I am not in the mood for this!" Ren warned near her ear in a harsh voice. He wrestled her onto her back and stared down into her frightened face. "I don't want to do this! I'm not healed properly! You'll hurt me!" Sky protested as she struggled uselessly. Already she could feel her body responding to the nearness of Ren's body; her breasts felt swollen and her nipples were puckered into hard pebbles. There was a languid heat building down low in her stomach making her ache pleasantly between her thighs. She could feel the rush of moisture that signalled her arousal. "Have I ever taken you by force? Hurt you?" Ren demanded angrily. "No I haven't, have I? You have enjoyed it each time I touched you!" Sky stopped struggling, since it only further aroused her. Her breasts were tingling from where they had rubbed against Ren's chest. She became aware of the hot hard length of Ren's arousal against her thigh and looked into his face startled. "Only just noticed have you?" Ren demanded as he pressed his hips against her more firmly. He looked down into her wide startled eyes. Slowly the fear left her face and she looked away from him. She could see Brad where he lay with his back to them and she realised he could not help but hear every word either her or Ren said and hear every movement as it made the straw rustle. Ren moved back onto his side and pulled her against his chest; he held her there securely with his arm. Sky held still as Ren cuddled her to him. She was aware of his arousal pressed against her buttocks but he made no move to touch her in any other way except to hold her close. "Go to sleep," Ren murmured near her ear. Deciding the smartest thing to do would be to obey him she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Slowly the last of the tension drained from her and Sky drifted off to sleep. When Sky woke several hours later she lay against Ren's side, her head resting on his shoulder, her body pressed against his side. She could feel one of his hands stroking her back lazily and she knew he was awake. Eventually she raised her head. He was watching her and after meeting his gaze she looked away. Brad was still asleep several feet away behind her and Sky lowered her head back to Ren's shoulder. "Do you need to go to the toilet?" Ren asked her quietly. "Yes." Sky as she realised with a start that she did need to go to the toilet rather urgently. "We'll go for a walk then," Ren said quietly and Sky sat up somewhat reluctantly. Ren got to his feet and reached a hand down for Sky. She looked up at him for a minute then reached for his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "Come on." Ren said. He didn't release her hand and Sky tugged at it as she followed him from the shed. Ren glanced over his shoulder at her and Sky glanced down towards her hand. "I won't try to run away," Sky said softly. "Maybe I just like holding your hand." Ren said gruffly. Heat rushed into her face as she felt herself blush and a warm feeling seemed to fill her body. Outside Ren released her hand near a tree and moved several steps away before tending to his own needs. Sky hurried to relieve herself and once she finished she followed Ren back to the shed. He got a bottle of water out of the vehicle and poured it slowly so Sky could wash her hands. When she was finished she took the bottle and did the same for him. "You hungry?" Ren asked. "Yes." Sky answered. "Hey Brad! We're going to eat." Ren called to his friend. Brad woke up and sat up sleepily. He waited a few moments before climbing to his feet and heading out of the shed. "Why did you run away?" Ren asked evenly. "I want to go home." Sky answered softly. "Did I do something to upset you? Something to make you want to get away from me?" Ren asked her softly. "I want to be with my family." Sky said with a trace of desperation. "Are you scared of me Sky?" Ren asked. "You bought me from Hawk! You're gonna ... you make me do things I don't want to!" Sky said as she moved several steps away from him uneasily. "But I haven't forced you to do anything with me, have I?" Ren asked quietly. Sky watched him suspiciously. Was this the start of his punishment for her running away? She wondered. How would he punish her? Would he demand she allow him to have sex with her even though she had already told him she wasn't healed yet? Or would he prefer to use his belt to hit her? "There's no way I can stop you touching me," Sky said uneasily and backed several steps further away from him. Neither of them saw Brad halt just inside of the shed and move into a dark area as he watched and listened without interrupting them. Brad was hoping Ren would be able to reach Sky and calm her fears. Hawk's abuse had her frightened of even the simplest gesture of kindness. "Sky, there hasn't been a night that I have laid beside you that I haven't wanted to fuck you. And there hasn't been once I acted on that except that night in the van and you wanted me to that night." Ren said. "You were doing things to me! You made me want you to!" Sky accused. "That's the way making love works." Ren told her. "You took advantage of me!" Sky accused. "I only meant to comfort you because you were upset. Things kind of got out of hand from there." Sky looked away; she could feel the excitement building in her body just from talking to Ren about what had taken place between them. She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself as she paced backwards and forwards. "Look come and eat. It's not much, just sandwiches and fruit with some soda but I know I am sure starved." Ren said as he got a bag out of the front of the vehicle. Sky paused in her pacing to look at him. It had to be well past midday and the last time she had eaten had been before she had been abducted the previous evening. Ren pulled out a wrapped sandwich and opened it. He held out a half towards Sky. "Cheese and tomato." "Let me have a look at what's in the bag. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" Brad exclaimed as he walked towards them. Sky turned to watch him warily, but he ignored her as he walked to the vehicle and helped himself to a packaged sandwich. "Come on Sky. Come have something to eat," Ren coaxed. Sky eyed him for nearly a minute then slowly walked over to take the piece of sandwich he was offering her. She bit into it hungrily and chewed it eagerly. "Let's go and sit down to eat," Ren coaxed. Sky watched as he walked over to the sleeping bag and sat down with his back against an old drum. He reached into the bag and helped himself to another sandwich. Sky approached cautiously and Ren patted the ground in between his thighs, Sky watched him for a few moments before sitting down between his knees. "Help yourself to more to eat." Ren told her. She felt his chest press against her back as he delved into the bag again and she couldn't control the urge to lean back into his body. Gently Ren slipped his arm around her body just below her ribs and pulled her back to nestle against his chest. Sky closed her eyes and relaxed into his warmth. Brad glanced at Ren and Sky without being overly obvious about it. When he was finished eating he grabbed a can of soda and headed out of the shed. Ren leant forward and pressed a light kiss on the side of Sky's neck. She flinched but turned her head slowly to look back over her shoulder at him. Ren moved his head forward to kiss her lips lightly; she tasted faintly of pickles and cheese. Sky blinked dazedly as she turned back around and continued eating. She turned her head to watch as Ren got up and got them a drink each. She accepted the can he handed her. Ren sat down beside her and opened his can of drink so he could take a deep drink. "Had enough to eat?" Ren asked. "Yes thank you." Sky said as she opened her own drink. Ren hooked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to press a quick kiss on her forehead. Sky looked at him startled and gave a shy smile as she lowered her gaze. She missed the closeness of her family badly and the easy affection Ren had been lavishing on her in the time he'd had her had supplied some of the affection she craved. But at the same time she was confused by the fact that he was treating her so well, especially after the way Hawk had treated her. She just didn't know what to make of Ren's behaviour. Sky allowed him to cuddle her to his side. When he stretched out on his back once again Sky lay down beside him, rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes once again. "You're not going to go to sleep on me there are you?" Ren asked several minutes later. Sky murmured sleepily and Ren rolled towards her with a chuckle. "Come on, wake up sleepy head." Ren growled as he nuzzled into her neck. "That tickles!" Sky protested with a giggle as his goatee tickled the skin on her neck. Ren growled and made loud noises as he playfully blew raspberries against her neck. Sky squealed and giggled as she wriggled in an attempt to get away from him. Ren raised his head and looked down at her. She lay on her back as she opened her eyes to look up at him. Ren studied her face as he slowly lowered his head. His lips were soft as he brushed a light kiss on her mouth. Sky closed her eyes as Ren dropped several light kisses on her lips. She opened her lips slightly as he settled his lips over hers and kissed her slowly. She murmured as she lifted her arms and slid her hands up around his neck and shoulders. Ren deepened the kiss as Sky's lips parted beneath his and she began to respond to him. He slid a hand down her side and cupped the top of her hip before running his hand across her back and pulling her hips against his. Sky moaned with pleasure as she felt the warmth of his body against hers. She pressed against him and arched into his body. She was aware of her breasts becoming sensitive against his chest and reached for his straying hand. She moved his hand up to cup one aching breast and moaned with pleasure into his mouth as his fingers found her hard nipple through her top. Ren moved his hand down impatiently and pushed it up under her top. Finding her bra he slid his hand around her back and unfastened her bra before pushing the cups from her breasts. Sky moaned into his mouth as he rolled one hard nipple between his fingers. She gasped and arched into his body, opening her legs for the thigh he thrust between them. She moaned softly as he trailed his lips down her throat and then his lips closed over her nipple as he suckled strongly. "Do you like that?" Ren asked trying to find out what bought her pleasure. "That feels good," Sky admitted. Ren switched his attentions to her other breast. Ren smoothed his hand over her stomach as he moved from one breast to the other then back again. He slid his hand down over her jeans to cup her crotch through the material and groaned against her breast as she pushed her hips against his hand. Ren rocked his palm against the moist heat he could feel through her jeans and Sky whimpered with pleasure as she clutched his head to her breast. Frustration made Sky whimper and squirm as Ren suckled at her breast; finally she pushed against his shoulders until he raised his head reluctantly. Sky reached down and pulled her top up and off over her head before resting her hands on her jeans waistband unsure of her next move. Ren brushed her hands aside and unfastened her jeans. He kept eye-contact as he slid his hand down her jeans and into her underwear. Sky gasped and opened her legs wider as his fingers found the slick folds of her womanhood. He slipped one finger into her wet passage and Sky moaned as he began to slowly finger fuck her, his thumb finding the hard nubbin of her clit. "Ren!" Sky gasped as her hips moved beneath his hand. "What sweetheart?" Ren murmured against her lips as he kissed her lightly. Sky gasped as she clutched at his shoulders. She ran a hand down his arm to his hand where he played between her thighs. His fingers teased her and she whimpered as she strained against him. Finally she slid her hand down the front of his body and caressed his hard length through his jeans. Ren buried his face against her neck as he groaned. He could feel her growing moisture beneath his fingers. He turned his head to nibble her earlobe and flicked his tongue into the shell of her ear. "Please Ren! Please!" Sky whimpered as she moved against his body. "What Blondie?" Ren asked his voice husky with passion. "Please! It's not enough!" Sky whimpered as she moved against him desperately. She was unsure of just what her body craved, yet she instinctively knew Ren could appease the sweet tension building within her body. Ren hesitated a moment then he pushed the jeans from her hips. Sky lifted her hips helping him, her own hands fumbling with the waist of his jeans. Ren tossed her jeans aside, paused long enough to push his jeans down baring his hips and moved between her splayed thighs. He lowered his head and kissed her hard; Sky wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back hungrily. Sky gasped and jerked away from his kiss as he slid deep into her slick passage. She was so wet he slid in full length with no resistance. "That hurts!" Sky gasped startled even as pleasure began to replace the momentary pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ren groaned as he forced himself to hold still. "Do you want me to stop? I'll stop if it you want." Sky was unable to hold still and she wriggled beneath him as she sought the pleasure that she had momentarily felt. She gasped as the slight pain made the pleasure strangely erotic. Realising Sky was enjoying it and he wasn't hurting her Ren began moving strongly against her. He caught her lips in a hot tongue-thrusting kiss as she began moving beneath him. Sky moaned beneath his kiss as pleasure began building in her body. She was dimly aware of the slight discomfort of her nearly healed body but the pleasure from Ren's body was quickly overwhelming her. She was barely aware of anything other than the pleasure she was experiencing as Ren moved steadily against her body. Sky pulled her legs up and hooked her heels behind Ren's thighs as he moved his hips against her. Tension was already building in a tightening coil in her lower stomach and she whimpered with pleasure as his lips skimmed their way down her neck. Ren felt the first flutters of her internal muscles as her orgasm approached and he began moving faster. Sky began making soft sounds of pleasure as she clutched his shoulders and moved desperately against him. Her orgasm flowed through her in a sudden rush of shuddering ripples and she squealed with pleasure as she pressed her mouth against his shoulder. Ren slowed his movements to slow gentle thrusts and Sky was soon moving with him once again. He could feel his own release close but he was determined to control it until Sky once again reached her own climax. Slowly his movements became stronger and increased in speed until he was thrusting against her hard as she moved eagerly against him. Sky felt him swell and throb inside of her then her second orgasm exploded through her. She clung to his shoulders as she made desperate little sounds in her throat. Ren felt his own orgasm swell in his balls and rush through his entire body until his release flowed out into Sky's soft warm body. Gradually the last tremors of her orgasm subsided and she felt Ren ease from her body. Sky rolled away from Ren as she realised she had lost herself totally to the pleasure he had given her. She curled up into a little ball of misery as she realised just how much she surrendered to him and how she would loose this remarkable feeling of closeness between them when he began to sell her body to other men. Just the thought of having to allow other men to touch her seemed to soil this special closeness between her and Ren. "Sky? Are you okay Blondie? I didn't hurt you did I?" Ren asked softly as he rolled her onto her back so he could see her face. "Just leave me alone," Sky said miserably. "Hey now Sky. What's the matter?" Ren asked softly in concern as he sat up to look at her with a worried frown. "Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you!" Sky said and tried to roll away as tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. "Come on Blondie. Everything will be okay." Ren said soothingly as he pulled her into his arms. Sky struggled as she tried to escape his grasp but Ren pulled her into his arms easily. Finally she stopped fighting and glared into his face. "Okay? Nothing will ever be okay for me again! I'm never going to see my family again! You're going to fuck me when ever you please and then you'll whore me out to who ever has the money!" Sky exclaimed heatedly before breaking down into harsh sobs. "Whore you out? What the hell does that mean?" Ren demanded angrily. "Hawk told me how you get your money! How you'll sell me to men as a whore! I just want to go home!" Sky cried and attempted to pull away from him. "Hawk told you?" Ren demanded tightly. "Yes Hawk told me how you'd make lots of money off me!" Sky sobbed and twisted away from him. Ren watched as Sky sobbed against the sleeping bag beneath her. Her accusations hurt but what hurt more was the fact that she clearly believed what Hawk had told her. Ren pulled his jeans up silently and got to his feet. He walked away from Sky not trusting himself to refrain from shaking some sense into her. He wanted to reassure her that he was not going to sell her to other men, that there was no way he would let another man touch her. But he doubted that he could talk to her calmly at this time. The fact she believed Hawk, that she could believe what she had been told ... It hurt. Sky cried until all that was left was dry hiccuping sobs. Finally she turned her head and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. She became aware that she was lying on the sleeping bag totally naked and she reached for her clothes that Ren had placed beside them as he had undressed her. Slowly Sky pulled her clothes on and lay back down as she closed her eyes. Surely now she would be punished for speaking to Ren in such a manner. Sky was nearly asleep when she heard someone walking over towards her. She turned her head to see who it was and sat up cautiously as she saw it was Ren. "Sky, do you believe what Hawk said I would do with you?" Ren asked tightly. Sky didn't answer; she didn't know what he wanted her to say so she remained silent. Finally Ren groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face. He watched Sky's averted profile for several minutes until he accepted that she wasn't going to answer him. His temper threatened to boil over once again at the thought of Hawk's words torturing Sky's mind. Now Hawk was managing to come between them even though he no longer had anything to do with Sky. Ren could feel his control slipping so he turned and headed over to the vehicle. Why had Hawk told her those lies? Ren wondered. They were aimed at him, for some reason Hawk had wanted to come between them. And he was succeeding. Ren could think of no reason for Hawk to want to get at him through Sky. Sky was pale and silent as she sat on the sleeping bag while Ren and Brad were at the vehicle discussing where they would head next. Ren had already contacted Matty about collecting the rest of their gear and meeting up some place so they could collect it. "Do you want to talk about it?" Brad asked suddenly. "No mate. It won't fix what's wrong." Ren said gruffly. "I couldn't help noticing you're having some major problem with Sky," Brad remarked. Ren was silent as he stood looking at Sky. Almost as if she could feel him watching her Sky turned her head to glance at him then looked away. "Didn't she like you fucking her before?" Brad asked. "Hawk convinced her that I'm going to whore her out." Ren said as he reached for a can of drink. "The bastard! And she believed him? You want I should have a bit of a chat with her?" Brad asked after watching him silently for a few seconds. "Would you? At the moment I am so mad I'm scared I'll just lose it and try to shake some sense into her. I mean how can she believe that bastard? I've never been anything but kind to her!" Ren said hotly. "Maybe she believes the worst so that she can't be disappointed or it could simply be because it is what she has learnt to expect from Hawk's treatment of her. Plus I've noticed she's starting to knuckle under. If Seth, Roy and Zane had done what they wanted to her I think she would have withdrawn totally. I think mentally she's not much more than a kid and she aint able to cope real well with what Hawk done to her." Brad said. Ren opened his can and took a long drink before glancing towards his friend. "Talk to her. I don't want to lose it around her. She'll think it's directed at her when it's Hawk I'm pissed off with. Next time I see him I'm going to kick his arse. And if Jake's there and tries to interfere I'll kick his arse for not keeping his pet on a leash." Ren said darkly. "Well I'm going for a long walk." Brad watched his friend walk away before he grabbed a can and headed over to Sky. Sky turned her head to look at him suspiciously as he sat down a few feet away from her. He opened the can and held it out to her. "Drink up Sky." Brad told her and watched as she took the can warily. Sky glanced towards where Ren had disappeared then back at Brad. "Do I have to let you fuck me?" She asked in a defeated tone. "Hey! I don't want Ren to come back and kick my arse for touching his woman! I don't know where you got the idea that Ren would let another guy touch you." Brad said hoping she would tell him what Ren had already told him. Sky looked away for several moments then looked back at Brad. Deep down she knew she could trust him. He was the one who had shown her how to enjoy sex and now he kept making it clear he wanted to be her friend. Somewhere inside of her there was something that told her she could trust him. "Hawk said Ren only got me so he could earn lots of money selling me as a whore." Brad could hear the desolation in her voice as well as the need to be told Hawk had lied. "Well Hawk wouldn't have wanted you to like Ren while he still owned you or maybe he just wanted to give Ren a hard time." Brad said gently. "Hawk sure as hell knows that Ren would never share his woman and won't tolerate any other man even trying to touch his woman. And if you had been able to see Ren's face when we came across the van... when we pulled up behind it, what we first saw was that it had been sideswiped by another vehicle. He didn't give a damn about that expensive piece of metal. He was beside himself worrying you were hurt. Then he got a phone call from Hawk saying Seth had you. Well Ren started cursing and saying what he'd do to Seth if any of them touched you. Did you know it was Ren who kicked the door in at the house to get to you and pull Seth off you?" Sky glanced at him quickly then looked away once more. "Heck Ren had been at Hawk from the beginning to treat you decent and not slap you around." Brad told her. "Um, there's one thing .. um. It's about Hawk an..." Sky broke off not able to put it into words. "I think I know what you want to ask about. Yes, Hawk is with Jake. They're a couple. Hawk always claimed he was gay and not interested in sheilas. Jake was always honest about being bi. So it surprised us all when we turned up and found Hawk had you." Brad said gently. "Clearly Hawk is bi and wanted to give sheilas a try, cause he sure aint gay to have wanted you in the first place." Sky was silent for a while before toying with a piece of straw that had somehow found its way onto the sleeping bag. "Look, I know you're having trouble believing Ren aint about to whore you out but try to think about it okay? Ren aint such a bad guy. Hell he's too mad at Hawk to be able to sit down and chat to you about what Hawk said to you. Ren aint mad with you sweetheart; he's mad FOR you over what has happened. Big difference. Well I'll leave you think about what I told you, and anytime you need to talk some more you just tell me. Okay?" Brad questioned softly. Sky knodded without looking at him, she was trying to understand what he had told her. Brad got to his feet and walked over to where Ren was standing by the opening to the shed. "I've had a bit of a chat with Sky but it'll take her some time to get her mind around it." Brad said. Ren knodded and glanced at his friend. "Take your bike and head back to the house. I want some time alone with Sky," Ren said. "I thought you wanted time for just you and her when you asked Seth how private the warehouse was." Brad remarked then warned "You sure you don't want me to hang around and just make myself scarce? By the look of her she'll probably try to run again." "I can handle her." Ren said softly. Brad was silent for a few moments before nodding and walking to the trailer. He began to unfasten the restraints on his bike so he could get it off the trailer. Ren moved to help him and between the two men they soon had the bike off the trailer. Sky sat watching as the two men got one of the bikes off the trailer and wheeled it over near the opening to the shed. She felt relieved when it was Brad who got his helmet out of the vehicle and climbed on the bike. She got to her feet and walked over to where the men were talking quietly. "Come here Blondie." Ren said as he held a hand out towards her. Sky allowed herself to be pulled against his side and held close. "I guess I'll see you pair in a day or two. If you need a hand with anything just give me a buzz." Brad directed his last comment to Ren. "Will do," Ren confirmed. He held Sky against his side and they watched as Brad started his bike then rode away. "Come back inside." Ren said as he turned Sky back into the shed. He guided her back to the sleeping bag and sat down pulling her down onto his lap. Sky sat on his lap willingly and slipped her arms around his neck as he kissed her softly on the mouth. "Brad have a bit of a chat to you did he? I didn't think I could say anything without loosing it." Ren told her softly. Sky glanced at him but didn't say anything; she turned away once more and stared at the wall in front of her. Ren noticed her withdrawal from him and cuddled her close. He brushed a kiss against the side of her head. It was under an hour since he had finished making love to her and already he wanted her again. Ren raised a hand to her chin and gently turned her head so he was looking into her face. Slowly he lowered his head and brushed a light kiss over her lips. Sky remained passive as he kissed her lightly, but when he hesitated then kissed her again she let her lips soften and open beneath his. She felt one of his hands slide up under her top and his fingers found her breast. She pulled away from his kiss and glanced down between them before glancing at his face. Ren eased her onto her back gently and stretched out beside her. He began to trace the lines of her face gently with his fingers tips. He brushed his thumb across the damp fullness of her bottom lip and felt the soft sigh of her breath against his hand. Slowly he ran his hand down her neck learning the feel of her skin before tracing the outline of her collarbone across to her shoulder. His hand found its way down her arm to entwine his fingers with hers and he lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers. Ren's lips were whisper soft as they brushed against her lips and Sky relaxed opening her mouth when his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Ren kissed her softly, barely touching her teeth with his tongue as he tried to keep the kiss from getting intense. He lifted his head for a few moments then sighed in defeat before kissing her once again. This time he thrust his tongue into her mouth boldly and stroked her tongue with his, he swallowed her soft sigh of pleasure and raised his head again. Sky watched as Ren slipped his shirt from his shoulders. She couldn't help admiring the play of his muscles beneath his skin. He reached over and eased her top off over her head before suckling her nipples through her bra. Slowly he slid his hand behind her back and unfastened her bra before pushing the scrap of lace up so he could suckle her bare nipple. Ren slipped one hand down over her stomach and into her underwear. His fingers found the erect nubbin of her clit in her dewy folds and circled it slowly. Sky gasped and moved her hips beneath his hand as each suckle at her breast pulled deep between her thighs. Ren worked his way back up to her lips and kissed her lightly. Sky reached up behind his head with both hands and combed her fingers through his hair as he lowered his head to kiss her once again. Shyly she traced the seam of his closed mouth with the tip of her tongue and when he opened his mouth she slid her tongue into his mouth. Ren sucked Sky's tongue as it slid between his lips and he heard her moan with pleasure against his mouth. He lifted his head for a moment breaking their kiss and he watched her face until she opened dazed eyes to look at him. He smiled down at her gently. Sky slid one hand down his arm and onto his waist before reaching the waistband of his jeans. She began trying to push them down his body and Ren chuckled softly. "Getting impatient are we?" He asked softly. "I want to be able to touch all of you." Sky said shyly as she ducked her head to hide the embarrassment that heated her cheeks once again. "Happy to oblige," Ren said and rolled away slightly to remove his jeans before turning to her and easing her jeans off her hips gently. He kissed his way down her legs as he pushed the jeans the rest of the way off of her body. Sky looked down the length of her body at him and opened her thighs willingly as he moved up between her legs. He stopped between her thighs and slowly lowered his head to where her pussy lay open and exposed to his mouth. Sky gasped at the first touch of his tongue against her wet folds and opened her legs as far as she could. Ren hooked her thighs over his shoulders and sucked her clit into his mouth. "Oh God!" Sky gasped and bucked beneath his mouth as his tongue darted into her wet passage. She grasped handfuls of the sleeping bag beneath her as her orgasm rippled through her totally unexpectedly. When Ren felt the last shudder of her climax abate he raised his head to look at Sky where she laid spread out before him. Her eyes were faint slits as she breathed heavily while her body slowly calmed down. He shrugged her legs off his shoulders then moved up her body to lie in the cradle of her hips. Sky opened her eyes slowly to look up into his face and Ren smiled lazily before lowering his head slowly to kiss her gently. Sky's lips parted beneath his and she sighed softly as he kissed her leisurely. Soon her body began to hum with arousal again thanks to his kisses and caresses and Sky reached down between them to take him in her hand. Her gentle touch threatened his control and Ren reached down to place his hand over hers. He used her hand to guide him into the moist centre of her body. Ren controlled the urge to plunge into her hard and fast until he reached his climax knowing that her body needed time to catch up with his. He rocked his hips against hers and groaned softly against her neck as she began moving with him. Sky allowed soft sounds of pleasure to escape her as they moved together. Ren's hands were never still as he stroked her body adding to her pleasure. She hooked her heels up behind his thighs as the need to have him inside her grew more urgent. She pulled away from his kiss and turned her head to press her mouth against his shoulder as she felt the tightening begin in her stomach once again. "I don't think I can hold out much longer." Ren groaned near her ear and Sky turned her face to his. "Kiss me!" She demanded and Ren obliged. Sky gasped beneath his lips as she clutched at his shoulders as she felt the first wave of release break over her. Ren groaned and thrust into her hard as the grasping of her inner muscles triggered his own release. Once they were both satisfied Ren rolled onto his side taking Sky with him. He cuddled her closed as he remained within her body. After a long time he moved his head back to look at Sky who lay nearly asleep in his arms. Gently he brushed a kiss on her forehead and then one across her lips. "So help me God, I think I love you." Ren whispered softly to himself. Sky opened her eyes as what Ren said reached her ears. "What did you just say?" She asked quietly. Ren looked startled as he realised she was awake and had heard him. He had yet to come to terms with his newfound feelings and he knew she was nowhere near ready to hear the words. "Nothing. It's not important." Ren muttered. "I was talking to myself." Sky pulled away from him and reached for her clothes. Disbelief and panic shot through her mind as she struggled to comprehend what he had said. "Sky?" Ren questioned her sudden withdrawal. "You said you think you love me!" Sky exclaimed with disbelief as she got to her feet to pull her jeans on. "You don't know the meaning of the word Love! If you cared about me one little bit you wouldn't be treating me like you do. You're no better than Hawk! Your keeping me against my will and you never stopped him from hurting me!" Sky declared angrily as she pulled her jeans on and reached for her top. Ren sat up and reached for his own jeans. "I know what I said and I meant what I said. And don't you ever compare me to Hawk again!" Ren told her as he got to his feet. Sky backed away out of reach as she regarded him cautiously. He picked up his shirt and shook it before pulling it on. "If you cared about me in the least you wouldn't keep me against my will! And Hawk would never have said what he did unless that is what he believed you would do!" Sky accused. "Right! I have had enough! You shut up about the shit Hawk told you here and now! Do not mention it ever again!" Ren roared angrily as he took a step towards her. Sky back-pedalled hastily and eyed him fearfully. When he advanced with a hard look on his face she turned and ran for the opening of the shed. Ren caught Sky before she made it halfway to outside the shed. She struggled as he turned her around in his arms to face him. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Sky sobbed as she continued to struggle ineffectively. "Shut the hell up!" Ren roared and Sky froze in his grasp. Slowly she lifted her eyes to look at his face and saw the rage in his eyes. "I am going to let you go. You are going to go back and sit on the sleeping bag," Ren told her in a barely controlled tone and released her. Fearing the anger in his eyes Sky backed away several steps then turned and hurried to do as he had ordered. She kept flicking nervous glances his way as he paced between the vehicle and the outside sunlight. After several minutes Ren walked over to where Sky sat watching nervously and squatted so that he was on eye level with her. "How do I convince you I am not the bad guy here? What do I have to do to make you believe me when I say I won't hurt you?" Ren asked tightly. He feared what her answer would be. "I just want to go home." Sky said as tears welled in her eyes. Her voice sounded so broken hearted to Ren's ears as he closed his eyes and lowered his head. There was nothing for it he realised as something twisted painfully in his chest. \* \* \* \* \* Sky stood numbly as she watched the bus pull to a halt at the small depot. She waited until the door opened and passengers got off; the driver followed and moved to remove baggage. When the driver went to climb back aboard she stepped up to him. "Excuse me. Is this the bus to northern New South Wales?" She asked. "It sure is," the driver said. Sky pulled her new ticket from her pocket and handed it to him. "Do you have any luggage?" He asked as he glanced at the ticket and handed it back to her. "None other than this," Sky said holding up a green bag that contained food and drink. "Well climb aboard," The driver said and Sky was quick to do as he said. She walked down the bus until she found a spare seat amongst the sleeping passengers and she sat down. She turned her head to look out the window as the bus began to move slowly from the curb. A motorbike stood away from the buildings, its rider a motionless silhouette in the dark. Sky raised one hand to the glass of the window as if to wave but ended up pressing her face against the cold glass instead. She watched the bike and its rider until they disappeared behind the bus. As Sky turned away from the window she realised she may never meet a man quite like him again, and at the moment she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad.

Stolen Kisses

*Author's Note: Ever have a story that screamed away in your head until you got it out? Yeah, this was like that. This is longish, but reads quickly because it is dialogue heavy. I wanted to try one big story as opposed to the multi-chapter thing. For the squeamish - there's some, you know, moderate butt stuff in places here. Sue me.* \~\~\~\*\*\*\~\~\~ Jessica paused in the dark only a few yards from the rear of her house and crouched by the base of a large pine tree. She'd heard giggling on her walk home from her friend's house. Sure enough, her brother, less than 20 feet away, was with his new, hot, but incredibly vapid girlfriend. "So you want to see them?" she heard the curvy blonde tease. Jessica realized the question was largely rhetorical. She wondered if the blonde could spell 'rhetorical' or use it in a sentence. "Yes, please." Well, at least her brother was polite. "Okay." The blonde yanked her yellow tank top over her head. "Ta-da!" Her large D-cup breasts sprang free into the cool night air. "Wow, they're amazing," his compliment sounded sincere. "Now pull down your pants, I'll show you something amazing," giggled the bare-chested girl as she fell to her knees. Jessica watched as her older brother was serviced behind their tool shed. It turned out that the kneeling girl's skills weren't linguistic - they were oral. She watched as the blonde's head bobbed expertly. Instead of running away or getting nauseous as one might have expected, Jess watched with keen interest. And her mental wheels began to turn. \~\~\~One Year Later \~\~\~ "Hiya Winnie. Hey, have you ever had a guy whose dick was so big that when he stuck it in you he didn't even need to move it and it already felt good?" The casually delivered question nearly caused him to spew breakfast cereal all over the couch. It was wrong on three levels. First, "Winnie" was just an irritating nickname for Winston. (Winston's full name was Winston Churchill Kendall. Only a history professor and his avid anglophile wife would conceive of naming their 21st century American son after Britain's greatest statesman). The point is he was a guy. And no heterosexual man wants to hear a question like that. Ever. Second, this was not the kind of talk people had over breakfast. Third, it was his baby sister asking the question. This was a little game Winston and his sister Jessica had started to play recently. Well, it was a game that Jessica played with him anyway. It involved her surprising him periodically with nasty thoughts like this that made her sound like a slut at the same time they accused him of being gay. But he *wasn't* gay. And, as far as he could tell, Jess was *not* a slut - although you wouldn't know it based on the things that popped into her head and then came flying out of her mouth. Her odd behavior was not entirely out of character - Jessica had always been clever in a crazy sort of way. She liked to make things up. She was good at it. She had an amazing imagination. Lately she'd been using it towards nefarious ends. Torturing Winston like this was a prime example. It hadn't always been like that. He thought back to the days of "stolen kisses." He missed that nicer game. Little Jess was barely seven years old - he was eight - when she explained the rules for stolen kisses to him. She even summarized the history of the game as having been played on the palace grounds by the ten illegitimate children of King William IV. She'd said she read it in some notes their Dad left out for his research into 19th century British royalty. According to Jess, the game's object was to sneak up on another contestant and surprise them with a quick kiss on the lips. If the frontrunner got three smooches ahead of their victim, they could demand a favor. Usually it meant doing one of their chores or loaning out a favorite toy for the day. Then the kiss count reset to "even" and the game began again. Of course, she'd made the whole thing up. They played the game for years until she'd turned twelve. Puberty made her tall, gangly, shy and awkward. She didn't want to kiss him anymore. As for Jess's sick new I'm-a-slut/You're-gay game, well, he chalked it up to her being bitter about him leaving for college and sticking her all alone with their parents for the last year of her high school term. But in the past six months, her comments had been getting increasingly explicit. Stuff he'd never even considered. It was a little unsettling. The present 18 year-old Jessica was a tall beauty. At 5'10" she was only four inches shorter than Winston. She was naturally athletic - the captain and best outside hitter of her high school volleyball team. She had filled out nicely since her awkward pre-teen days. Even Winston realized that his kid sister's long slender legs were dynamite in a skirt and she was the only girl he'd seen that actually made those strange women's volleyball bathing suit bottoms actually look good. In fact, male fan attendance at the girls' volleyball meets had increased dramatically when word got out about his hot little sis. Overall, Jessica's dark hair, large green expressive eyes and general facial features made her look very much like a young Jennifer Connelly, circa *Career Opportunities*. The likeness was uncanny, with one particular difference - one that chafed her to no end - Jess had small boobs. If her bikini tops were any indication, Winston estimated them at an A-cup. They were cute, round, and perky. Still, she raged at their smallness. Boobs aside, Jessica was literally a model, or had been. She had done a fair amount of print and TV clothing modeling in her early teens. For awhile there, she was a go-to model for department store advertisements for jeans and skirts. Her perfect little heart-shaped ass could make just about any clothing look good. Her parents had put a stop to the modeling when Jess's high school grades had slipped though. It took up so much time that she didn't even put up much of a fight - a blessing. Jess's particular blend of smart, pretty, and bold meant she usually got her way with their parents. She also wasn't above a little dirty pool when it suited her either. For these qualities, their dad called her "the irresistible force." Winston was her flipside - stable, cautious, rock solid and honest. Winston was, and always had been dependable. When he put his mind to it, he could even manage to keep his sister in check. Their sometimes comedic battles growing up inevitably led to him being dubbed "the immovable object." During what would have otherwise been a quiet family dinner the night before Winston went back to school after his spring break, Jess dropped her sizeable bomb. "I'm having breast augmentation surgery in three months. Right after I graduate. I want it over with before I start college in the fall." She said it casually like she was commenting on the weather and she did it just as Winston had stuck a forkful of cake into his mouth. She seemed to enjoy doing this sort of thing while he was trying to eat. "What?!" cried everyone at the table. "Out of the question," their father objected. "I wasn't asking permission, Dad. I was letting you know." "We are not financing this," he replied calmly. "No prob. I'm paying for it." And there was the trump card his sister had never played. Jess's modeling stint had brought in some pretty good money for a little over three years. Their parents put three quarters of it towards her college. The last quarter they'd given her and she'd stuck it into a savings account. She'd never touched it. Not even a penny. She drove their mom's old car and waited tables on the weekends with her friends for spending cash. It was almost like she'd forgotten about the money. In the middle of what should have been a titanic blowup, their mom kept quiet. It was partly out of her habit of deferring to her husband, but mostly because she didn't have much of a leg to stand on. She'd had the same surgery ten years earlier. Small boobs, and a desire to remedy that perceived flaw, ran in the family. "Who's doing it?" her mother asked instead. "Dr. Nelson." Jess delivered the reply smoothly like she'd been expecting the question. She had expected it and she'd sought out the same surgeon who'd operated on her mother. Even Winston had to admit that was pretty slick. "Nobody will be around to help you with post-op care. You're mother and I are going to be away for the whole summer," their Dad reasoned. He was taking a sabbatical from the university and they were both headed to Africa on a series of safaris and archaeological tours. It was a legitimate point but it was also a sign that Jessica was winning the argument. The dispute had shifted towards a challenge to her timing. Jessica smirked, there was a clearly an answer in waiting for this too. "Winston will take care of me." She turned to smile at her brother sweetly. "Won't you, bro?" "Huh?" was all Winston could get out. His mother did a better job of articulating the awkwardness of the situation. "He's your brother, he shouldn't be..." Jess cut her off. "Pfffh, he's gay. I'd be more worried if I was his brother and getting a penile implant. Plus, he's at least partially qualified - he IS studying to be a nurse." "For the hundredth time, I am NOT gay," Winston seethed. Jess brushed off his frustration. "Whatever. Are you going to make sure I don't die or end up permanently disfigured or not? Winston briefly considered suggesting that their Aunt Barb could come and look after Jessica but the irony was she actually was gay. And frankly, she was a bit of a wackadoo. She talked about alien abduction. A lot. Nobody rushed to sit next to her at holiday dinners. Winston weighed the available choices. He knew his sister well enough to understand that changing her mind was not an option. His parents couldn't back out of their trip - a small fortune was tied up in their summer-long plans. His sister's friends were sweet but, frankly, none of them were terribly bright - they were a collection of cute jockettes. They'd be no help either. After circling the predicament, Winston finally let his own self interest tip his decision - he had been looking forward to the approaching summer completely unsupervised. He knew his sister was too. If he agreed, there'd be nobody around to spoil it. "Fine," he sighed, "I'll do it." "Thanks, Tunny," his sister said softly. Winston looked up immediately for two reasons. First, the genuine appreciation in Jessica's voice was nearly unrecognizable. He realized it was a sad commentary on their relationship that jeers and sarcasm were the norm and kindness felt out of place. But right now Jessica's gratitude was real. No sarcastic remark followed. She didn't roll her eyes either. Second, and more importantly, "Tunny" was a nickname that Jess hadn't used for him in years. When she was little, Jessica couldn't pronounce "Winston" so she'd latched onto its last syllable "ton" and that eventually became "Tunny." He watched her nod then exhale slowly. Her shoulders relaxed too. He felt her smooth leg brush up against his under the dinner table. When their eyes met again, she mouthed the words "thank you" at him silently. He only then understood that this had been the last potential weakness in her plan. If he'd balked she might have been screwed. She had been depending on him to come through for her. This was an interesting turn of events. They cleaned up after dinner and everyone went their separate ways that night. The next morning, Winston was heading back to college. Jessica helped him load his things into his car. As they were trading goodbyes, Winston said his peace. "Jess, about your surgery…" She smirked. "What about it? My mind's made up, Tunny. No changing it. I've been thinking about this for awhile." "I know better than to try to change your mind, my little pigheaded sibling. It's just... if you're doing this has anything to do with the teasing I used to give you." "You mean how you called me 'LT' - 'Little Tits' that one summer? The whole summer?!" "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that now." "Thanks, Tunny. That means a lot. But no, I'm doing this for me. I want a nice big set of boobies," she made a funny face as she held her hands out in front of her slender chest. "Fine, just don't go freakishly big, okay? You're pretty already, sis. Go too big and people will only be looking at your chest. They'll miss out on the rest of you." Jess's hazel eyes went large and soft at the unexpected compliment. "That was one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me. I'll think about it. No promises. If it makes you feel better, it might help if you call me 'BT' for a little awhile after it's done. It might soothe my pride." "That has got to be one of the weirdest requests you've ever made." "Meh, it's a girl thing. How would you know, what with being gay and all," she needled him. "That's it, I'm leaving before we get into a fight." "Suit yourself. Be good at school OK? Don't suck too much dick." "Yeah, Yeah. I love you too." And off Winston drove to school. \~\~\~\*\*\*\~\~\~ Almost three months and a decent round of finals later, Winston came home. His parents had hopped their flight to South Africa two days before to join their first safari of the summer. He called his sister from the car on the way home to let her know he was coming. She bounded out the side door to greet him as he pulled in the drive. Winston's eyes tracked up her incredible long, tapered alabaster legs sheathed in a small pair of khaki shorts. Her tiny blue tank top showed a bit of her smooth flat belly. Her long dark hair was damp and gathered in a loose ponytail that swung wildly as she dashed across the driveway to crash into him as he got out of his car. She hugged him fiercely. In the crush of her embrace, he felt the full length of her tight, athletic body. His sister was a firm in all the right places. He also smelled her rosemary-mint shampoo. She guarded that shampoo jealously. He flashed back to her shrieking at him a few years ago when he'd used some out of curiosity. She'd smelled it on him immediately and flipped out. Smell sometimes triggered odd memories for Winston. "Err... happy to see me then?" he said, a little confused. What had come over her? "Very happy! This is day number one of the best summer ever," she said into his chest. She was in good spirits. He credited it to their parents' absence and the fact that her boob surgery was only two days away. She helped him carry his stuff inside and even up to his room. "You unpack. I need to shoot mom and dad a quick e-mail. I promised I'd tell them when you got here." "Okay," Winston watched his sister leave, still wondering at her improved behavior. Over the next half hour, he unpacked his things and shoved the assorted duffel bags into the closet. He was sitting at his desk stuffing books onto the bookcase above it when his sister gently knocked on his doorframe. Her eyes kept darting down to her feet shyly. Her cheeks were a little flushed. "Tunny, I kind of have a favor to ask. This is going to sound weird but Doctor Nelson wanted me, well, you to do something before my surgery." "Yeah?" Winston had resumed stuffing books away. "You... ah hah ha... you need to look at my boobs," Jess stifled a nervous giggle. "Huh?" his head whipped back to her. She had his undivided attention now. "So you have a reference point," she winced. "So if something looks funny later you'll be able to tell." "Seriously?" "Hey, what do I know, I didn't argue with the guy. He's the surgeon," she shrugged. "I, ah, okay," Winston wrapped his head around what was going to happen. "So... when do you..." Jess didn't answer. She just took two steps forward and her hands drifted to the bottom hem of her little tank top. She looked up from the floor finally and her eyes locked on his. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth and gnawed at it gently. "What? Now?" Winston asked. His sister nodded. She started pulling her shirt up, exposing more of her smooth flat belly. She paused, and through the shirt she pleaded with Winston, "First, promise no laughing or teasing okay?" "Promise," Winston replied fidgeting in his chair. His sister was beautiful and like any normal heterosexual male who laid eyes on her he'd wondered what she looked like naked. Now, with very little warning he was going to find out. She resumed pulling her shirt off. Winston held his breath. Jessica's round pert little breasts popped into view. They were the definition of perky. Their skin was a smooth unblemished ivory like the rest of her. Her light pink nipples were perfectly centered on each breast. His mouth fell open. Lord, his sister truly was hot as hell. He used the moment it took for her to get the shirt over her head to compose his face. "Soooo... these are my boobs," she said sheepishly, nodding her head. Her lips were pressed together in a line. "Yep... those are my sister's boobs," he chuckled, "Sorry, I was laughing at what you said, not at your body. You're a good looking woman, sis." "Thanks. There's more though. The doctor says you have to touch 'em beforehand too so if you need to pulpitate me..." "Palpate," Winston corrected automatically. "Yeah, that's it, *palpate* me after the surgery you'll be able to tell if something's weird." "So, you want me to feel you up too?" he smiled, trying to make light of the situation. Humor had always been his defense mechanism for awkward situations. Hers too. "Doctor's orders." She shrugged as she stepped forward until she was barely a foot away from Winston. Seated, he was eye level with her chest. "Try not to enjoy yourself too much. If you switch sides, you'll piss off your boyfriend." She smirked. Winston's hands, thankfully perpetually warm, rose until he began to gently touch his sister's left breast with the first two fingers of each hand as he had been taught. Her breasts were warm and soft but firm. If his hands shook a little, his sister didn't notice or pretended not to. She looked at the bookcase behind him as he worked, feeling first one breast then switching to the other one. Reluctantly, he let his hands fall away. "All right. I now know what your boobs feel like." Jess looked down to meet his eyes again and smiled. "Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Hey," she reached over him to his bookcase. The sudden forward movement brushed her right breast against Winston's forehead. Winston stiffened in various places in response. "Ooops, sorry. I was reaching for this." She held his little digital camera. "Does this thing still work?" "Yeah." "Here, take a few 'before' pictures of me? So I can remember what I looked like before my new superboobs." She handed him the camera and stepped back. Winston knitted his eyebrows together. "Go on. You can e-mail them to me." He snapped a front picture of her. She turned to each side. He took more pictures. She got a bit silly and started posing, making funny faces, pushing her boobs up between her arms, then cupping them in her hands. Two dozen pictures later, she thanked him, picked her shirt off the floor and left. Winston was left sitting in his room. Less than an hour from getting home, he'd seen his sister topless, felt her boobs, and now had pictures of her to boot. What was it his sister had said - "this is day number one of the best summer ever"? Day number two would top it. He didn't even have to wait all that long. It was late the next morning, nearly noon, and Winston was finally fighting off the vestiges of his hangover from drinking while reuniting with his high school buddies the night before. Jessica knocked on his closed door then opened it a crack to peek inside. "Can I come in?" She entered before he had a chance to answer. The hangover together with what his sister was wearing slowed his response. She was wrapped in a bath towel. The fluffy white terry cloth covered her tall slender body from just above her breasts to just a couple of inches below her crotch. Her wet hair, now black, was swept to the side to rest on one perfect, porcelain shoulder. A picture of her like this in a catalog would sell a lot of towels. "Sure come on in, talk quietly though?" he whispered, "Headache. Bad headache." She grinned. "Too much fun last night?" He nodded slowly, squinting his eyes. "I have another favor to ask. In your weakened condition maybe it's not a good idea," she said cryptically. She turned to leave. "What is it?" he asked before she got to the door. "It's pretty crazy." "Crazier than yesterday?" "Yeah. Okay, try not to freak out, but I could really use your unbiased opinion on something." "Sure." "I need you look at my... stuff." He raised an eyebrow. "My hoo-hoo," she resorted to the word they'd used as kids. "Why on earth..." He sat up in his bed and the blanket fell away. He was bare-chested. He noted that his sister's eyes darted down over his well-defined stomach and chest. "Doctor Nelson offered to do any plastic surgery I want on my... stuff... when he does my breasts tomorrow." "Wow, sis this is... this is..." "Come on, you're the only one I can ask!" "Why do you want to know what I think about that?" "You want the list of reasons? Okay, first, you'll be honest 'cause you're not trying to get in my pants. Second, you've probably seen more of these than I have so you can make a decent comparison. Third, and don't get a big head about this, but you're kind of in my target demographic - you know, 'cute college boy.' Fourth, and most importantly, you can keep a secret." "That was a lot of reasons." "I like to think I'm a reasonable girl," she smirked, twirling a bit of her damp dark hair in one finger. "Ha ha. All right, I guess if this what it takes to keep you from having your privates hacked to bits, I'll have a look." "Really?" "I've already seen quite a few..." he paused, "...hoo-hoos." He suppressed a grin at the silliness of her word choice. "And as a nurse I guess I'm destined to see hundreds more. I'll just add this to the list." "Thanks bro." She took as step back and leaned back against his desk, her hands sliding to the bottom of her towel. "Ready?" Winston sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. "As ready as I can get." Jess started giggling. "OK, why are *you* laughing?" he asked. "Sorry, I think I'm just a little nervous. Plus you should see your face. You're about to see your sister's cooter and you have this incredibly serious expression on." "I'm trying not to think about it that way. I'm trying to be clinical. This is my clinical face." "Oh, gotcha. Well, here goes." Jessica slowly lifted the towel until her small, barely-furred sex came into view. She had shaved most of her pubic triangle. The little bit of hair that was left was close trimmed short. Her labia were tiny and the same delicate pink color as her nipples. Like the rest of her, Jess's adorable little pussy was essentially perfect. Winston stared in admiration, the image burning into his brain. He was quiet too long. Jessica fidgeted. "Well?" she asked, looking down at herself. "Don't change a thing," he whispered. "You sure?" she leaned back further against his desk and hunched herself forward. Her entire sex was visible now. Incredibly, she reached a hand down and spread her labia open for him to see. The bared pink flesh inside was smooth and delicate and deeper pink. Winston's heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. "Positive." She looked up from her crotch to her brother. "You can't see from all the way over there. Come closer, I don't have any cooties." Winston, hypnotized by his sister's display, pushed forward to the end of his bed where he laid down on his stomach and propped his head with his hands. He was about three feet from his sister's bare sex. "So, nothing needs fixing?" she asked. "They can, you know, shrink lips and stuff. Do I need it?" "Not in my opinion." "What about that freckle?" she pointed to a small dark circle in the delicate curve where her thigh met her groin. "You've always had that freckle." "You remember my freckle?" "Sure, when you were like four years old, you went through a phase when you liked to run around naked in the backyard. Mom and Dad kept checking you for ticks and commenting on your freckle. I don't know, it stuck in my head." "I was thinking about letting them remove it with a laser." "Keep it. It's cute." "Aw, that's sweet. So nothing needs to change at all?" "Nope." "Promise?" "Yeah." "Hold on," she turned around quickly to bend at the waist, placing one hand on his desk. She thrust her bare ass at him, closing the distance between them to barely two feet. She looked at him over her shoulder. "How about from this angle?" It was a more wanton pose than Winston was prepared for. Her ass was mostly obscured by the towel she still wore, but he could see the unbroken vertical line of her pussy lips disappear beneath its cloth. If anything, the partial coverage made this perspective more provocative. "Still good," he choked out. "Wait a second, lemme get this out of the way." She abruptly stood and pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor. She was now entirely nude. She bent over again, this time well beyond perpendicular until her shoulder touched his desk. She was looking back at him through the space between her long lean ivory thighs. She slid her feet outwards until they were more than shoulder width apart. She went up on tiptoe and the sleek muscles of her hamstrings and her little heart-shaped buttocks played beneath her flawless, pale skin. Her, well, her everything was on complete display. Absurdly, she was still all business. "Okay, you said 'good.' Now, is that 'good' as in 'OK' or 'good' as in a guy will get crazy hot when he sees me like this?" It was impossible to be clinical about this. Winston masturbated to images less graphic than what she was showing him now. He was getting lightheaded. "Ummm... the second one. Crazy hot." He felt heat rising to his cheeks. "You're sure? 'Cause, I want to be a hottie." "You're already there, sis." "Awww, that was sweet too," she beamed, "Now, how about just above my girlie goods?" "Huh?" "You know, my bumhole." His eyes darted up to the tiny pale star nestled in her asscrack before he could stop himself. "What about it?" "Does it look good too?" "It looks like what it should look like." "Don't get difficult on me now. You've been really helpful so far. Does it look sexy? I mean, if you weren't my brother, would you want to lick it?" "How could you possible expect me to respond to that question?" "Just be honest. What do you have to be embarrassed about? I'm the one standing here naked. Girls can get their buttcracks laser-bleached. Should I do it? I mean, would you lick it?" He was giddy with irrational lust and still reeling from the hangover. "Probably... if I wasn't your brother." "Eh, what do you know, you're practically gay," she grinned, still looking at him through the triangular space between her thighs. "That was a cheap shot." He grimaced. "Sorry, you're right. That was below the belt. If you want, I'll let you take a picture of me like this too." "Jess!" "Okay, just kidding," she stood up and bounced happily over to him. "Here, hugs to make up." She stooped to hug him awkwardly because he was still lying down. "Umm, sis?" "Hmmm?" "You're naked." "Oh, yeah. Sorry." She picked up her towel and darted out his bedroom door. She was barely out of view before she doubled back and rushed to him as he rolled onto his side and he tried to gather his wits after what had just happened. His wit-gathering failed because she knelt and kissed him. It was the same quick, soft peck on the lips she used to give him years ago as children. "One up," she whispered. And the years melted away for a moment because that was how they scored their games of stolen kisses. He was speechless, gaping at his nude kid sister. "What, you don't remember our game?" she pouted, standing up. "Of course I do, it's just..." "Hmmm?" "Jess, honey, you're still naked." Her crotch was at his eye level and he nodded his head towards it while trying not to look. "Ahh! Right! Sorry!" She darted back out of his bedroom, leaving Winston so dazed and confused that his hangover was forgotten. Thankfully, the rest of the day was relatively normal. Although he caught his sister looking at him now and again and smirking to herself. The next morning, he drove her to the hospital for her surgery. He dropped her off at its entrance. "Sure you don't want me to come in and wait with you?" "Nah, I'll be fine. This will probably take all day. If you want, you can stop in to visit tonight. If not, I'll call you to come pick me up tomorrow when I'm discharged." That night, Winston did visit his sister although she was completely out of it from the general anesthetic and pain killers. He talked to the nurses and they told him everything went well. He parked himself in the chair next to her bed and watched the TV in her room for a couple of hours. His sister's only recognition that he was there was to reach over to take his hand when he rested his arm on the bed. They held hands while he watched TV in silence. He left when the nurses kicked him out because visitor's hours were over. The next day, he collected his sister when she called. He wheeled her to his truck and together they slowly and carefully transferred her to the passenger seat. At home they put her to bed. It was piled high with pillows so she could sit mostly upright. He stopped in on her throughout the day, making sure she was getting enough fluids and giving her the prescribed antibiotics and pain relievers. By that night, she was already looking fairly normal. He made her a corned beef sandwich, her favorite, for dinner. When he rested the plate on her lap, he paused to sniff at his sister. "Jess, there's no way to put this delicately. You stink." She grinned weakly. "I'm not an expert but I think your bedside manner might need work. You're right though, I do stink. My last shower was two days ago." "Want to try a sponge bath?" "Really? No fooling?" She looked like a starving person being offered food. "Sure, I could use the practice." "Oh, that would be awesome! I feel all grimy and gross." While she ate her sandwich, he gathered a large bowl of cool water, a bar of mild soap, a few washcloths, and a couple of huge towels. Together, they managed to get one of the towels beneath her to keep the bed from getting soaked. He gently washed her hands and arms. At his urging, she crunched forward a little and he managed to carefully slip her oversized t-shirt off one arm at a time. Beneath it, her chest was wrapped snugly in a tensor bandage. "Want me to wash your face or would you rather do it yourself?" "Do you mind doing it? I've actually been enjoying this. I bet your sponge baths will be popular someday." She closed her eyes and he gently cleaned her face. She couldn't see him with her eyes shut so he took the opportunity to really look at his sister. Her long dark lashes were pretty. She had great lips too. Even her earlobes were cute. Whether he meant to or not, Winston invariably compared prospective girlfriends to his sister and they always came up wanting. He patted her face dry and took a small tube of moisturizer from off her nightstand then quickly smoothed some on his sister's lips. Its sickly sweet coconut smell made him hungry. "We can't have your smoocher getting chapped. You'll have a lot of boys waiting to pucker up when you get through this." He was laying the compliments on a bit thick. Besides, his sister already had her pick of her classmates. She opened her eyes and looked at him meaningfully. "But I don't want a lot of boys. I just want one good one. And trust me..." she let that pause go for a couple of heartbeats, "they're really hard to find." The genuiness of her comment hung in the air. It made Winston uncomfortable. He changed the subject. "All righty, it's time to wash 'The Girls.' Think I'll need a bigger washcloth?" He tried to brighten the mood; humor still his best shield. "Let me know as soon as anything hurts okay?" Jess nodded as he carefully unwrapped the tensor bandage. "Tunny, this may sound kinda weird, but I'm glad you're going to be the first boy to see them." "I'm not a boy right now, I'm a nurse." "You're always a boy to me." She smiled weakly. "And always my big brother." He didn't reply. Instead he finished unwrapping her chest. It took every millimeter of self-control he could muster to keep a poker face. Sure, there was a lot of healing to do, but he could already tell his sister's new boobs were fantastic. Great, add this to her beautiful face, impossibly long legs and glorious tush. Jess had just piled on one more ridiculously hot thing about her for him to try not to think about. Her new breasts were large, gravity-defying teardrops. They sat a little high right now, but when they settled in she would be ready for a centerfold. "Well?" she finally asked because her brother was so quiet. "Hmmm..." he tried to look thoughtful, "Well, should the right one be green on the bottom?" "What?!" "Just kidding. Everything looks fine. Looks like you at least kept the size down to something realistic looking." Jessica bit her lip. "Dr. Nelson called them 'a very generous C.' He wouldn't go any bigger." "Well, I think you're still definitely eligible for that 'BT' nickname you asked me for this spring. Want me to get you a mirror so you can look?" "No. Yes. Maybe. Ack, I don't know." "If you're willing to take my word that everything is okay, I suggest you hold off another day or two until you've healed a bit more. You might freak out a little right now, there's some mild bruising." "Okay." "Time for more washing. Ready, Stinky?" "Hey, I liked 'BT' better," she groused. "No telling which nickname will stick," he sassed. Their banter helped distract Winston as he began washing his sister's shoulders. When she cooed happily, he let it became more of a massage, stroking her muscles awhile. He washed under her arms as well. "Lean forward a little. I can get part of your back at least." She struggled a bit, her stomach and chest were sore. He continued with the soapy massage then rinsed her with the unsoaped wet cloth. She leaned back onto the bed with a sigh. He paused with the washcloth. Okay, it was time for the boobs. He wasn't ready. Would he ever be? He composed himself and ever so gently washed his sister's chest. She winced a few times when he carefully dabbed at her sutures but she didn't say anything. He re-bandaged her and helped her pull on a fresh t-shirt. "Okay, onto the bottom half." He draped the other large towel over top of her from the waist down for a measure of modesty. She managed to get her sweatpants and underwear started down off her waist before it got too uncomfortable for her to bend forward. "Help?" she winced. "It hurts to reach." Winston had to de-pants his sister. A blend of thrill and horror ran through him. He quelled it and reached under the towel for the waistband to her pants at her hip and slid them downward a bit from the side. It was awkward. When they were close to her knees, without thinking, he reached into the middle of the sweatpants to grab them by the crotch. His hand hit the warm center of her panties and he stiffened slightly in surprise. They were soaked. Not sweaty soaked because they were wet only at the crotch. They were horny girl soaked. No mistaking it, his sister was aroused by his attentions. "It's the painkillers," he told himself. "She's half delirious." Winston pulled her sweatpants out from under the towel and purposely threw them into the wash basket way on the other side of her room. If he was right, they'd reek of her arousal and he did not need that sensory input right now. He was having a hard enough time dealing with seeing and touching his sister. He forced these thoughts from his head and focused on washing his little sister's cute feet. "How's that? Too rough? Too soft?" "Oh just right, it feels amazing. I might take a long time to recover. You may have to do this for months." "Nice try. You'll be up and around in a couple of days." He worked his way up her slender ankles and her sleek, toned calves, then her knees. He rolled her covering towel up as he went. He did a pretty good job staying detached again until he got above her knees and started in on her slender, toned thighs. They were silky smooth, flawless and muscular. It was impossible not to have sexual thoughts looking at them and feeling them. "God, when did my sister get hot thighs?" he wondered to himself. He must have moved his lips because Jess asked "What was that?" "Sorry, I guess I was trying to figure out when you went and got all pretty on me." It was an unguarded comment that made him cringe as soon as it tumbled from of his lips. There was a pause as the compliment registered with Jessica, and she smiled sweetly. "Thanks brother dear. I do hope you aren't going to say that to all your patients. You might be up on harassment charges," she teased. At the same time though, she met his eyes and spread her legs a bit. It was a silent invitation for him to continue washing up her thighs. To be sure, Winston wanted to hear her permission, so he asked. "You fine with me washing your naughty bits?" "You sound like Mom," Jess grinned. It was true. His occasional resort to a British euphemism was an affectation he'd picked up from their anglophile mother. He didn't even realize it sometimes. But Jess hadn't answered his question. He smiled and waited patiently until Jess's porcelain cheeks flushed pink and she nodded slightly. "Please? It might kill me to reach down like that." "No prob," he shrugged, switching smoothly back to American slang. But, dammit, there was a 'prob.' He was about to touch his sister's pussy. It had been virtually impossible to get over seeing it a few days ago. Now he had to touch it? He tried to think about something else. Jess misinterpreted his hesitation. She looked hurt and embarrassed as she began to slide her legs closed. "If you don't want..." "No, I want," he reached forward to stop her knees from closing. "Wait, that didn't sound right. I mean, I'm fine with..." "I know what you meant bro," she smirked. "And thanks. Really. I don't think many guys would be excited at the prospect of washing their sister's goods." Ah, but that was exactly his problem. He wasn't many guys and he was *very* excited at the prospect of washing his sister's goods. He just wished he wasn't. He rolled her covering towel up a bit more and reached beneath it with his washcloth-covered hand, intending to start at her vulva, get a little lather in her pubic hair and gently work downwards to her 'goods' proper. His plan went awry when his washcloth slicked against perfectly smooth skin. The surprise had shown on his face before he realized it. Jess giggled. "I wondered how you would react. I got waxed down there the afternoon before the surgery silly." "Why?" he blurted out. "Why do you think? 'Cause it's summer and that means bikini season. Plus, all the hot studs that are going to do me will complain about getting hairs in their teeth if I don't. Don't your boyfriends make you shave your goodies?" For once, Winston was so grateful for a round of I'm-a-slut-and-you're-gay that he did something completely different. He actually played along. In his best lisp he responded, "Sweetie, they are so grateful to get a piece of my grade 'A' cock that they're happy to deal with a few hairs." It distracted him well enough that he could quickly soap her crotch. Jess grinned. "Really?!" "No! I'm not gay!" He said, exasperated. He came back to her with a second towel to rinse her, both of them aided by the distraction of their banter. "Pfffft, I meant about the grade 'A' part." "How should I know? I don't have a lot of comparative data." "Show me and I'll tell you." "What?" "Come on, you saw my stuff! Hell, you're rubbing it right now." He was. And now he became all too aware of it. He finished and withdrew his hand from beneath the towel before responding. "Look, you got naked so I could help you decide whether or not to get more surgery. Of course I looked at your bits! I'm not having anything done to my junk. No reason for me to drop trousers on you sis." In his nervousness he was ping-ponging transatlantically for his euphemisms. "Well, it would make me feel less weird about being naked in front of you for all this. We'd be Steven evens." The last two words of her retort tugged at his heartstrings by making him think of when they were kids again. It was another Jessica-ism. Like her inability to pronounce 'Winston' or 'spaghetti' (she nearly hit high school before she stopped saying "puh-sketty"), Jess had mixed up a few common phrases like "even Stevens" when she was little. She'd twisted it into "Steven evens." "No deal chickie." "You suck," Jessica whined. Winston grinned. "I told you, I'm not gay." His sister giggled despite herself. "I meant *generally*." "I know what you meant." In the pause, he stooped to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm going to go downstairs and grab a bite to eat. You need anything?" "No, I'm OK. Hand me that black bag before you go though? I've got my iPod and stuff to read in there. I'm all TV'ed out today." Winston left with the bowl and washcloths. He took the stairs down two at a time. His head felt clearer the further he got from Jessica. His heart and his cock were begging him to go back though. He could handle the second traitorous body part easily enough. When he got to the kitchen he unrolled two paper towels, undid his pants, and masturbated into them. The towels. Not his pants. It took about 5 seconds for him to finish. Now, that just left his heart. No fix for that. He reheated some leftovers and watched a baseball game. It ran into extra innings and he fell asleep on the couch before it was over. He woke up in the middle of the night and went upstairs to check on his sister before going to bed. Not wanting to disturb her, he didn't turn on the light on his way in. He damn near fell on his ass when he stepped barefooted onto a small, hard cylinder on her wood floor. He found the offending object and picked it up to look at it against the small amount of light coming in through her bedroom window. He jerked it back down when he realized what it was. Holy crap, it was a vibrator. His sister's vibrator. Now what? Winston did two things next that he instantly knew that he would deny to his last breath. He'd lie to the Pope if he had to. First, he lifted that vibrator to his nose and sniffed it. Second, he *licked* it. Sweet. Tart. Tangy. Just a tiny hint of musk. It tasted like sheer heaven. What would happen if the most fantastic smelling, the most fantastic tasting, pussy you ever came into contact with was your sister's? Your *little* sister's? (Nah, don't incriminate yourself. Let's stick to Winston's case). Winston's cock hit 110% on the stiff-o-meter. His sister masturbated with a vibrator. Yep, his sister masturbated with a vibrator. He had to think it twice for the idea to penetrate fully. He looked around. On the floor next to her bed was the black bag he'd handed her before leaving to go downstairs. She must have knocked it off the bed in her sleep. It was bad luck that her sex toy was the one thing to fall out into the open. Out of curiosity, he twisted it at the base to turn it on. It didn't. It was either broken or... he snickered to himself... she'd run down the batteries. He tucked it back into the black bag and slipped out of her room. Here's what Winston missed because he was nightblind when he entered her room and so thrown off by his discovery: Jessica was awake for his brief visit. Unlike her brother, her eyes were quite adjusted to the dark. She saw what he did with her vibrator and barely managed not to gasp as she watched. She'd already been having trouble falling asleep. Her brother's sponge bath had left her in sweet agony. Out of frustration, she'd tried to masturbate with the vibrator but her stomach and back were too sore to do it comfortably. Yet more frustration. She'd thrown her toy to the floor to break it and for him to see. What she saw her brother do only made it harder for her to sleep. The next morning when Winston checked on his sister he found her already awake but looking tired. "Want another washing today, BT?" Jessica smiled. "Don't get me wrong, the sponge bath was fun, but I'd kill for a shower." "No showers until tomorrow." "How about a real bath then?" she pouted. "A bath is possible if we're extra careful to keep your sutures above the water. I'll go fill it up." "Fill mom and dad's tub? I want the big tub. And bubble bath." "Sorry, can't have bubbles." "Ugh, how about that milk bath stuff of Mom's then?" He thought about it. "Don't see why not." He went into the master bath and started running hot water into the tub. He doused it liberally with lavender milk bath. When it was full, he helped his sister out of bed and they slowly walked together into their parents' bathroom. He'd seen her naked but still looked away as his sister disrobed carefully. His effort to give her privacy was wasted when she cried a quick "Help!" She was having trouble leaning over in order to step up over the side and into the tub. He lent her one hand and steadied her shoulder with the other from behind. He got a long look at her perfectly heart-shaped ass as she stepped in with one leg. "See anything you like?" Jess said wryly. He looked up. She was grinning at him in the large mirror on the opposite wall over the bathroom's double sink. He stammered that he was watching her get in the tub, not ogling her butt. "It's okay Tunny, it's actually kind of a compliment. Guess my booty is so sweet that even my big brother can't help checking it out." "Yeah, and umm... I'm gay." "That's right, you're gay," she gave him a funny, challenging look. Together they gingerly eased Jessica into the tub. When she tried to lean back, they hit their next problem. Their parents' extra long tub was too long for her to reach the other side with her feet and stay upright. Jessica nearly slipped too far into the water. She winced at her brother. "Now what? Sitting upright like this really hurts. I need to lean back." "Gimme a sec, I'm thinking. We need something big you can lean back against." "You're big..." "Yeah, but I can't reach across the tub." "Tunny, are you being dense on purpose? I meant you could get in the tub with me and I could lean on you." "Oh, uh well…" he said uncertainly. "Come on, it'll be like when we were kids and Dad threw us in the tub together." He hesitated. "Jess, I'm not sure I can..." "Jesus Christ, get in this fucking tub, Tunny! My stomach and chest are killing me!" Jessica wailed, her body twitching at the effort to staying upright. Winston stripped down to his boxers and hopped into the tub behind his sister. He swung a leg over the other side of her and settled down, then pulled her back to lean against him. Jessica exhaled slowly as the bruised muscles in her torso relaxed. "I'm really sorry I yelled," she said quietly after a couple of minutes. "Heh, that was a pretty good one. I haven't heard you scream like that in years," he replied gently. He briefly recalled the tantrums she used to throw. She settled herself into him until her upper back was pressed against his chest. Her head lolled at his shoulder. She sighed happily as she rested the side of her face onto his chest. His sister's dark hair brushed his cheek, tickling Winston's beard stubble. Her bare chest was well above the water and just beneath him, he was looking down her shoulder. Jessica's new breasts were large and firm and perfect. There was no fighting his body's natural reaction under these circumstances so he didn't. His erection struggled to grow to its full eight inch length, pushing its way up his sister's lower back. She shifted slightly to let it finish hardening then leaned back against him to trap it between their bodies again. "Well, it feels grade 'A' anyway," she whispered. "You're not helping, Jess." "Sorry, thought you'd like to know though." "Thanks sis." "Turn off the lights, Tunny? I'd like to soak in the dark for awhile. That all right with you?" "Sure." He flipped the light switch next to him and the bathroom went pitch black. With any luck, the situation would be easier if didn't have to look at his absurdly hot sister. Winston was wrong. He couldn't see her breasts anymore, but things got worse because… well, what happens when you can't see? Yep, his other senses sharpened. He smelled her more intensely now. Her hair was musky - they'd have to wash it soon - but it was a good musk. A young woman's musk. He heard her every breath too. Even her breathing was cute - innocent belly breathing through her nose and mouth. He felt her every twitch. He felt his own heartbeat too. This was *not* relaxing. Perhaps having the same problem, or sensing his, Jessica started humming softly. He focused on the sound to drown out the other sensations. It took him a minute to recognize the tune. It was the lullaby that their Mom sang to them when they were little. Even that was English. No "rock a bye baby" for the Kendall kids. No sir-ee. That would be too damn normal. "Do you realize what you're humming?" Winston asked his sister. "Mom's lullaby right?" "Do you know the words?" "Mmmm... no I don't remember." "It's called 'Lavender's Blue.' " He cleared his throat and sang the first verse, the only one he could recall: *Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.* Jessica chuckled. "You remember the weirdest things. The freckle next to my cooter. Now Mom's lyrics." "Yeah, I guess it popped in my head because we're sitting in this lavender bath stuff." Another memory prompted by a scent. "Funny. You know, I'd be your queen Tunny. Like in the lullaby, I'd be your queen." It was his turn to chuckle. "Push my back up a sec?" she asked as he laughed. He helped her upright and she used that opportunity to plant a palm on his chest and twist into him. It was dark and they were talking about lullabies so he didn't see it coming. She kissed him - that quick, soft peck on the lips that scored their game. "Two up, Tunny," she sighed and he swore she lingered a moment in the perfect dark just millimeters in front of him because he felt her warm breath exhale out onto his face and the cool vacuum of her next breath inwards. She finally turned her back to him and reclined against him again. "You're not as good at this game as you used to be, I think you're rusty." The intensity of her closeness, their mutual near-nudity, and the dark gave him the courage to say what he was thinking. "I'm not even sure what game we're playing anymore, Jess." "Same game, honey." She searched for his hand under the bath water and took it. She squeezed it gently. "Just higher stakes." They lingered in the dark, in the bathtub, each thinking their own thoughts. Jessica went back to humming their Mom's lullaby. Winston's head was a swirl of emotions. They shared so much history. Was it helping? Or was it hurting? Thankfully, the bath began to get cool. "Ready?" He finally asked. "I'm turning into a giant wrinkle back here." " 'Kay," came her short, soft response. She sounded disappointed that their bath time was ending. Leaving the lights off, he carefully helped her from the tub and slipped out of his waterlogged boxer shorts. He toweled her dry from head to toe, grabbed another dry towel, and wrapped her in it. Then he flicked the light on. Ooops. He'd been so focused on making sure his sister was dry and covered that he forgot about himself. He was standing there completely naked. Their eyes met for a millisecond and Jess immediately looked down at his erect eight inch cock. He saw her eyes go wide in surprise just as he flipped the light switch off. "Whoa, that definitely looks grade 'A' too, brother dear," she snickered in the dark. "Very funny. Show's over. Now go get in bed. I'm putting on a towel." "Awww..." she whined as she made her way back towards her bedroom. He wrapped a towel around his waist then followed her to her room. "Stay with me some more?" his sister pleaded. "I don't think that's a good idea, Jess." "Please? I'm having trouble sleeping. Just watch TV with me?" "All right, at least let me put on some pajamas." "Yay! Slumber party! Could you microwave some popcorn too?" Before he left he watched his sister, still wrapped in the towel, carefully get into bed. He returned in a few minutes with a big bowl of popcorn and hopped onto the bed to join her. He noticed the towel she'd been wearing was folded at the foot of the bed. He hadn't helped her dress. "Sis, what are you wearing under those covers?" "Practically nothing." " 'Practically nothing' or nothing." "The second one." "Si-is!" He made it a two syllable whine. "Oh come on," she rolled her eyes, "you can't see anything. Besides, you've already seen my entire body anyway. Plus, the fresh sheets you put on the bed feel wonderful against my skin." "I give up," Winston sighed. "Finally," she cheered, "now gimme some popcorn." He passed the popcorn and the TV remote. It was still her room, after all. She inflicted the Lifetime channel on him mercilessly. As a defensive measure, he fell asleep. He woke up when he heard his sister breathing funny and he slid one eye open. The TV was on, lighting the room, but the volume was muted. As his mental sleep fog began to clear, he realized Jessica's hands were moving beneath the covers. That, combined with her breathing and well... his sister was clearly masturbating. But, if he was reading her face correctly in the poor light - her lips pressed tightly together, her dark eyebrows scrunched together too - she looked kind of pissed. Was she having trouble getting off because he was in bed with her? Or maybe, he realized, it was because she'd broken her vibrator. He wondered if she could satisfy herself without it. She groaned softly in frustration and stopped, apparently giving up. He pretended to shift in his sleep and wake up. "You still awake, sis?" This was obvious because she was staring right at him. "Yeah," she huffed. "What's the matter, still can't sleep?" "No." "Want some warm milk or something?" "No." "Look, I'm not saying it's smart but there's some left over Vicodin in dad's medicine chest. I can give you one. It might zonk you out enough so you can get some rest." "No." "I hate seeing you like this kiddo. Sure there isn't anything I can do?" "Anything? Would you... would you buy me a vibrator?" she blurted that thought out so fast it sounded like one long word run together. He automatically parroted it back to her for confirmation before he realized what he was saying, "Buy you a vibrator?" "Mine broke," she sniffled, "I'm so used to playing with myself before going to sleep that I'm all messed up now." "Aw jeez, sis." "I know, I'm sorry but I'm climbing the walls. It's actually getting worse." "Even if I could bring myself to buy sex toys for my sister, the only adult shop anywhere near here is down on route 52 and," he glanced at her alarm clock that read 1:15, "they closed at midnight." She looked at him funny. "Let's not talk about why I know that," he smiled. His self-effacing humor made Jessica stifle a laugh. "Looks like you're screwed missy. Or not screwed, rather," He joked again, hoping to turn her mood around. It worked and she followed his humor like he'd hoped. "Then just go get Dad's gun and shoot me," she said melodramatically. She looked around for the TV remote. It had slid down towards the foot of the bed. She leaned forward a bit to grab it but couldn't quite reach. He stirred and leaned over to grab it for her. It was a trap. She kissed him the quick soft peck on the lips. "Three up," she grinned. "Now say it," she said smugly. "Oh come on." "Say it." "I don't even remember how it went." "Bullshit, you never forget anything. Now say it." Winston sighed. He affected his most preposterous theatrical British accent and recited the ritual offering of stolen kisses: "And what favor would my Lady Who Is Most Sneaky ask?" Jess responded in a voice even more outrageous than his, a high-pitched, trilling accent. "The Lady's boon shall be... " but Jess paused. "Tunny, I can't say my boon in my little girl voice because it would be really wrong." She looked in his eyes and he felt the weight of what she was trying to say. "I need your help. I need you, Tunny. Tonight. Do you understand?" "Sure sis, you know that..." he trailed off when he realized what she was asking. "I don't need romance, Tunny. I need satisfaction. You won't even have to do much." "Aw jeez, Jess..." "I just need you to touch me a little. Nothing crazy." "Other than the fact that I'm your brother?" "Yeah, there's that. But I think that's actually going to help. I feel safe with you." "Help you. Not me!" There was a long pause. Jessica let her large soft green eyes show her need. "Fine, where do you want me to touch you?" He relented. "Where do you think? Come on under the covers." She lifted the blankets and he slid under them with her. "Now get closer. Cuddle in next to me." He curled his body into his sister's side. "Like this?" "Good, now give me your right hand." She drew up the leg nearer to him at the knee until her foot was flat on the bed. She slid his hand from her hip along her thigh, caressing herself with him to her knee. Then she slowly drew his hand down the back of her leg along the long firm muscle of her hamstring. His breath caught a bit as her hamstring transitioned smoothly into the smooth curve of her right butt cheek. Jess circled two fingers of his hand and drew them slowly across to her sex. He felt the smooth delicate folds of her outer lips. When he felt the moist heat of her opening, Winston gasped. "It's okay, silly, you've washed my entire body, including this." "You're crazy. This is way different." "Yeah, I think you're right, this is different," she giggled. "This is way better. Feel how smooth I am after waxing? I really like it. It feels sexy. Okay, now we'll just barely slip your fingers inside me." She sighed as she teased her entrance with his fingers then slowly pushed them into herself. "Good, right to there. Stop. Not too far. Perfect. Don't move 'em unless I say so. Got it?" "Got it." "You can breathe though, you know. " Winston hadn't noticed he was holding his breath and let out a nervous exhale. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little tense." "Relax. Don't be nervous. You're doing great. I'm enjoying this. It feels... Tunny... this feels really, really right to me. Is that weird?" Winston chuckled nervously. "It's your hormones talking. You'd say that to the twelve year-old kid who delivers our newspaper if he was in my place right now." "Maybe," she giggled again. "Tunny?" "Yeah?" "I love you," she said simply. She turned her head to softly kiss his nose. It was a sweet but absurdly chaste gesture given where his hand was. "I love you too, sis." She closed her eyes and settled herself. He watched her lick her lips, her little pink tongue darting out to trace their outline. It made Winston wince. He watched quietly as his sister began to masturbate. His eyes darted between her flushed face and the outline of her hands moving beneath the concealing blanket. At one point, on pure instinct, Winston began to move his fingers in and out a little without realizing it. Jessica's eyes immediately flew open and she shook her head. "No," she whispered hoarsely. He nodded and held still. A minute later, his sister's body began to move jerkily. Her breathing had become quick and shallow. "Tunny, tell me to cum?" his sister whimpered. "Go ahead and cum, Jess." "More. Tell me more." "Let it out honey. Let it out and be happy." "Dirtier." Winston blurted out what he was thinking. "Cum on my fingers, Jess. Let me feel your perfect little pussy cum all over my fingers." "My brother's fingers," she moaned. That did it. She groaned and spasmed. Her twitching walls clutched at the two fingers just inside her. Winston had to bite his own lip to keep quiet as he watched her vibrate through her release. "How was that?" he asked as his sister finally relaxed. "Wonderful," his sister opened her eyes and looked at him. They were glazed and her pupils were huge and dark. "I'm glad." He gently eased his fingers from her. "Maybe now you can get some rest..." Jessica frowned. "Not yet, I need more." "What?" "What can I say? I'm not really a one-and-done kinda girl. I usually go at least twice. Do you have any condoms, Tunny?" "Whoa, no I don't. Do we really need to..." "Shit. And, yes, I know what I need right now. How's your willpower Tunny? Oh god, why am I even asking? You're like a walking pyramid of willpower. That's half our problem..." she muttered that last part to herself only semi-cryptically. "It doesn't have to be a big deal, I'm just going to borrow the first inch and a half of your grade 'A' thing for a couple of minutes. Got it?" "Let me see if I have this right, you're going to use my real thing as a substitute for your fake thing which you need in order to properly fantasize about getting the real thing and have another orgasm so you can sleep." "Yep." "Right. Great. This makes perfect sense," he said sarcastically. "Don't be mean. It'll make it harder for me to relax." "You're serious... why do you need me to do this?" She turned to look at him. A lock of her dark hair covered one eye. Her ivory skin glowed in the light of the television. "Am I pretty?" She had to know the question was rhetorical. "Yes," he said softly. "Do you love me?" "Of course." "Did you lose at stolen kisses?" "Yes. "Do you want to help me?" "Yes." "Then let's stop talking about the 'why' and get down to the how." She looked at him a little more seriously. "Besides, frankly, at least one part of you is really enjoying this. I felt your nice, big thingie poke me in the side a few times." She reached down and gently inserted her hand into the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He didn't move to stop her as her fingers circled his erection. The unfamiliar and illicit contact between his sister's hand and his cock made his head spin. His eyes slid tightly shut. So wrong. So very wrong. She stroked his end a few times, distributing his pre-cum, then grabbed the waistband and hauled it down over his hips. His erection sprang free. The boldness of her move made Winston's eyes fly open and fix on his sister's face. She was staring at him intently, her mouth hanging open. She pursed her lips and exhaled as she drew his cock beneath her raised leg and towards her opening. He felt the heat radiating from her entrance before she placed him to her hot wet sex. They were just barely touching. "Hunch into me a little?" she whispered. He curled more tightly into her. Slowly, painstakingly, she rubbed him at her opening. She was warm, slick, and tight. So tight that he had to help by pressing into her steadily. It was the most intense feeling of his young life as he entered her. She gently but insistently stopped him before he was two inches inside her. She was panting already. "Wow. That's good. You're ah... don't take this the wrong way, but you're nice and meaty in the way it counts. I feel stretched." "Jess!" "Sorry, but it's true. Okay, seriously, no cumming, Tunny. As bad as this is... as bad as what we're doing is... if you come it would be really bad. Okay?" "'Kay," he choked out. This was going to be even more difficult than he thought. He might as well never had sex before. The sensation of being inside of his sister made sex with other women pale by comparison. He felt her hand moving above his shaft, playing at her clitoris again. Periodically, she traced a few fingers down around his girth to gather moisture from their leaking intersection to continue her masturbation. For the first two minutes Winston forced himself to think about anything not sexual. His sister interrupted his focus. "Tunny? Can you get on top of me? Please? It feels funny from this angle. It's unbelievably good though. I'm going to cum really hard, I can tell already." He slipped out of her briefly then rose and slid between her legs. She carefully pulled him back into her, no further than before, and went back to masturbating. He looked down at his beautiful kid sister's face, flushed with excitement. He fought the urge to lean down and press his lips to hers. He made the third and fourth minutes by exerting his considerable willpower. Moving into the fifth minute, he starting formulating a way to tell his sister that he needed a break before... Hallelujah! She rescued him with her second orgasm. Moaning a steady series of softly grunted "Ugh hugh ugh hugh, yeah," she jerkily rocked forward and back in her enormous release. To his relief, her orgasmic rocking caused him to pop free from the warmth of her vagina. Unfortunately, his respite was brief because on one of Jessica's downward rockings his slickened shaft slid up between her asscheeks and skidded up along the crack of her ass. Instead of objecting, Jess, still cumming wildly, rocked herself up and down further, trapping his cock between her firm buns. She continued touching herself, riding out her orgasm. Winston couldn't help himself. His resolve was already in shambles from holding out inside her. No harm could be done like this and it felt too damn good. He began to push forward to meet her. Jess finally came to her senses and realized her brother was moving against her urgently. She continued rocking up and down gently with him. "Can you come like this?" she asked softly as they hunched together. She clenched the cheeks of her ass, massaging his cock with her sleek, muscular buns. "Definitely," he groaned, looking down at her hungrily. "Then do it," she said, her expression soft and affectionate. "Are you sure, sis?" "Absolutely, it's only fair. You were was so good, so patient, for me just now. I know it probably just about killed you. I owe you. Go ahead, hump my little teen butt and get off too. We'll be Steven evens." "You're horrible." "Yeah yeah," she grinned a little, "keep humping, buddy. Just not too rough. It hurts my boobs when they bounce." She carefully held her chest in place with her arms. It was barely another minute before he came, and dear Lord he came, he jerked himself back and away from her and quickly grabbed the towel off the bed to wrap himself in its terry-cloth. Immediately, he was wincing with the force of his own orgasm. He pulsed into the towel in heavy throbs of thick semen. It felt like he was ejaculating molasses. He couldn't remember ever coming this hard before. When he finished, he was panting. His head hung limply from his shoulders. "Was it awesome for you too?" his sister finally asked, looking up at him. Her voice was already sleepy. "Very." "I'm glad. Good night, Tunny," she turned her head to rest on the pillow and closed her eyes. "And... thanks." "Good night, sis." He gingerly removed the now cum-soaked towel from them both and looked away as he fixed her blankets. Given what they'd done, he'd seen very little of his sister's nude body. He flung the towel into the wash basket on the other side of her room. He padded barefoot back to his own room and threw himself on the bed. Guilt gnawed viciously at him for what had just happened. \~\~\~\*\*\*\~\~\~ He must have fallen asleep because he woke up to daylight and the feeling of his sister's lips pressing softly into his. "Hey, I was sleeping," he groused. "No points for a sleeping smooch." "I know," she replied softly. He didn't need to open his eyes to know she kept her face just fractions of an inch from his. They traded a few breaths. It was an intimate moment and Winston's cock stirred involuntarily. When he opened his eyes finally, her bright eyes - hazel at the moment - occupied his entire field of view. She rubbed her nose against his in a quick Eskimo kiss then retreated. He blinked as he looked at her. She was wearing his green cotton bathrobe. "I smooched you because I'm happy. I finally got a great night's sleep and today is New Bra Day!" No mention of what they did last night? Winston wondered if they could ever put that completely behind them. In the meantime, Jessica was right. It was the third day after her surgery and she was supposed to switch from the tensor bandage to a non-underwire bra. She dragged him out of bed and led him over to her room where she pulled the top drawer of her dresser open. "Look, sis, about last night..." She didn't even look up. "What about it? I needed help and you were there for me. You're a good brother, Tunny. Always have been." "That's it?" "Yup," she said simply. "Feel free to beat yourself up about it, but that's how I see things. Now, can we talk booby-holders?" she cried gleefully picking around the drawer's contents. It was filled with nearly two dozen sets of new underwear. The bras were sized for her new breasts - she'd clearly gone shopping beforehand. Jessica's eyes were darting everywhere. "I can't decide. You pick. Which one is going to be the first to hold my new superboobs?" He was at a loss, still reeling from her casual acceptance of last night's - what was it? Mutual masturbation, he guessed. He also didn't know much about bras. "Uhh... how about this one?" He pointed at a pretty, white lacy one. Jessica laughed. "A push-up demicup? You're such a boy. I'll wear that one for you later. Right now I need something with support, dummy." She rifled through the drawer and pulled out two bras. Both were full-cupped lacy affairs but one was black and one was electric blue. He'd always liked blue. "That one." He pointed to it. She turned her back to him and loosened the robe. Then she careful donned her new bra. "Oh this is awesome," she chimed, pulling it gently into place. "How so?" "I used to have trouble filling out an A cup. It was annoying having gappy underwear. I had to be careful matching some sweaters with the right shaped bra. Ugh, I hated it," she grumbled. "But now, I am seriously filling out this bra. I've got extra cleavage in a C-cup!" She spun to face him, holding the top of the robe open. "Check it out." "Whoa." It was all he could get out. The roundness of her creamy white breasts overfilled her bra slightly, pressing together into a tight cleavage above it. Her pale skin against the electric blue was... well... electric. "You like?" She shrugged her shoulders and her chest swung minutely. He gawked a little and found his voice, "I think you could hypnotize people with those things." "Really? People? Anyone in particular? Like you perhaps?" No point in denying it. "Yeah, I'm afraid I'm 'people.' " "Good. Now hand me the matching panties." He did. They were small and lacy. There wasn't much fabric to them. Bending over slowly, painstakingly, she stepped into them and pulled them up and on beneath the robe. She flung the robe off to stand in front of her brother. "How's the whole package?" He gave his best, cheesy wolf whistle. "You'd have your pick, but I'd go with Perfect 10." "Huh?" "The magazine. Don't get me wrong, Playboy and Penthouse would take you too, I'm just saying." "Dork. Want to be the first to get a new, big boobie hug?" "Sure," he said as she slid the two steps into him and pressed herself gently against his body. "How's that?" she giggled. "Nice." He looked down over her shoulder at her ass. The lacy electric blue panties weren't a thong but they were quite brief. Half of her buttcheeks were uncovered. Her tush looked delectable. "You're tarting up the panties a bit there too sis. Mom might freak when she sees them in the washer." "You said that if I got big boobs that people wouldn't notice the rest of me. You had a point, so I'm emphasizing my sweet little tush a bit extra." "That wasn't the point I was trying to make." "I know. But I derive a certain satisfaction out of twisting your honorable intentions to my own devious ends." Her cheeky response rang so true that it made him pause for a moment. "Sis, I'm having that printed on a t-shirt for you to wear around. It could be your life's slogan." "And I'd wear it," she snickered. "But for now, here's your fair warning Tunny, I'm not putting any more clothes on than this for today. I want to enjoy my spiffy new body. Think you'll survive?" "Sure. I'm a... what did you call me?" "A pyramid of willpower." "Yeah." "And you're gay," she reminded him with a smirk. "Sure, I'm a big ol' gay pyramid of willpower." She giggled. "Speaking of which, there's a bone I've been meaning to pick with you for awhile now." "Hmmm?" he covered his mouth against a stolen kiss as she leaned into him. Instead, she whispered into his ear, "Why didn't you tell me that cum tastes so good?" "Dammit it, Jess!" "Haha. Gotcha. Come on, I'll make you breakfast. When is the last time you had my patented oatmeal?" She ducked out her bedroom door and down the stairs. With Jess gone, Winston's eyes sought the cum-soaked towel from the previous night. It was his very own *Tell-Tale Heart*, he could practically hear it throbbing: "Bad brother. Bad brother. Bad brother." It took him a moment to locate the towel because it wasn't in the wash basket he'd tossed it into last night. Jess must have moved it. It was on the bed now. "Wait a second, had she been talking about the taste of his cum?" he wondered before crushing that down with a heavy mix fear, revulsion and disbelief. He shook his head and followed his sister down into the kitchen. Jessica's patented oatmeal had less to do with oatmeal and more to do with the maple syrup, brown sugar, honey and assorted dried fruits (raisins, cranberries and chopped apricots) that she added lustily. Oatmeal was just a binder. The stuff was essentially sugar-based rocket fuel. Winston loved it, but then his sweet tooth was almost as big as hers. He sat at the kitchen table and watched while his gorgeous, half-naked teenage sister stirred the oatmeal on the range top with a wooden spoon. Her small blue-pantied ass swayed back and forth enticingly. She glanced back at him occasionally to smile and, he began to realize, to make sure he was still watching her. If she'd been wearing high heels too, the scene would have looked like the improbable beginning to a porn movie. "She's going to wear you down," the thought bubbled into his head, unbidden. Like an enormous burp, it belched up from his subconscious. This part of him knew what the rest of him was denying vigorously. It made him bite his lower lip. His sister wanted to do things with him. Well, they'd already done things. But she wanted to do *more* things. Things brothers and sisters shouldn't do. Now she had a new and improved body working for her. He wondered what would hurt her feelings more. Giving in to her seduction? Or resisting it? He pushed these thoughts away too. They ate their oatmeal at the kitchen table, chatting about their plans for the day. Jessica was supposed to lay low for another 24 hours. She'd be able to venture out tomorrow. In the meantime, Winston had errands to run: grocery shopping, drugstore, post office. He offered to swing by the video store and pick up a few movies for her. "Yeah, get something I would like?" Jess brightened. Winston knew what that meant: chic-flicks. "Anything else you need while I'm out?" he asked. His mind was on last night's plea to buy her a new vibrator. "Nah, I'm good." She shrugged as she picked up his empty bowl and hers and moved to put them in the dishwasher. Winston was relieved. He had not been looking forward to purchasing a sex toy for his sister. "Hey, when you get back, can we figure out a way to wash my hair?" "Sure." Winston ran his errands. He came back with groceries and two sappy movies for his sister. "Up here!" Jessica called from upstairs as he finished putting stuff away in the fridge. She called him into the bathroom. She was still wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She'd switched into the identical black set. Apparently she was serious about being barely dressed for the foreseeable future. The black stood out against her perfect ivory skin. It also looked a bit sluttier. It took him a moment to tear his eyes away from her and realize that she had set up a plastic folding chair backed up against the tub. She waited patiently without comment as his eyes raked her body. She enjoyed her newly acquired ability to distract him. "Do you think it will work for a shampoo? I can lean my head back and you can use the hand rinser." "Looks good to me. When do you want..." "Right now please. I can't stand myself any longer." He chuckled and reached past her to turn on the water and let it warm up. After a minute, he told her to lean back and let the hand rinser's spray touch the back of her neck. "Good?" "Perfect." He wetted her hair down with the warm water and squeezed a good-sized glob of his sister's rosemary-mint shampoo into his palm. "Oooohhhh," Jessica cooed happily as he began lathering her hair from the back of her neck, standing next to her. He soon realized why salons have setups where the shampooist can stand behind the basin. It was awkward shampooing from just one side. He couldn't see what he was doing on the opposite side. He swung a leg around the front of the chair and easily straddled his sister. Being tall had a few advantages. When he glanced down he was looking directly at her cleavage. He wondered how long it would take for him to stop noticing it. For her part, Jess didn't move. Her eyes were still closed. She looked ecstatic at finally getting her hair washed. And the truth was, he was enjoying it too. It felt intimate without being sexual. He liked being close to her. He lost himself in rubbing and lathering his kid sister's pretty hair. When every strand had been soaped squeaky clean, he began rinsing her down. He started at her front hairline and worked downwards. As he made his way down towards the back of her neck he lifted her head. They repeated the procedure with the matching conditioner. Towards the end, he noticed his crotch was getting warmer. He tried to ignore it. With her hair sexily wet and smelling of fresh rosemary-mint, Jess's attractiveness was getting to him again. He wondered what it would be like if he'd had an ugly sister. Would he feel the same way? No point in wishing for the impossible. Without meaning to, he glanced down for another peak at her barely clad body and... "Jess!!!" he cried. She had leaned her head forward into him as he straddled her. Her face was millimeters from his denim-covered crotch. Her mouth was open and she was panting warm breath into the fabric over his groin. "Aaahhh, sorry!," she said. "I was just... I'm sorry. It was just right there and I... I'm sorry." "What got into you?" "Come on, I didn't actually touch anything!" "Still!" "Look Tunny, the truth is you started getting hard *before* I started breathing on you like that. It's what caught my attention. So you're the one who turned this into a sex thing. I was just enjoying a nice wash." She wrapped her hair in the towel. "No harm. No foul. Thanks for the shampoo. Once again, you prove you're the world's best brother." She smooched him, a quick peck on the lips, and then left. "No points for the kiss," he called after her, "I saw it coming." "I know," her answer echoed down the hall, "but you didn't cover your mouth or move out of the way did you?" She was right. He hadn't. She was winning the larger game. He hid in his room and read for the next few hours until dinner. They made a quick supper of pork chops and instant stuffing then sat down to watch one of the movies he'd rented for her, *Chocolat*. He'd seen it before and figured his sister would enjoy the blend of romance and imaginative story. She did. She teased him about being pretty good at picking out chic flicks. They raided their parents' liquor cabinet to make rum and cokes then stretched out on the family room's two couches to watch the next movie, *Shakespeare in Love*. Again, he had calculated it to be satisfying for Jessica but survivable for him. He hadn't seen this one. An hour and two stiff, icy rum and cokes later, the still barely-clothed Jessica crawled onto the floor and towards Winston's couch. The view of her swaying bra-clad breasts and lace covered ass as she made her way over was hot as hell. "I'm cold," she whispered from the floor, her face inches from his. He smelled her rummy breath. "You're not wearing any clothes. Of course you're cold. Want this blanket?" He lifted the large throw blanket under his feet. "Yeah." She took it from him but instead of returning to her couch, she wedged herself onto his. She pulled the blanket over both of them and turned onto her side to see the TV. "Jess?" "I'm freezing. You're warm. This is much better and you know it," she said tipsily. Winston didn't have a lot of options, he could either stay on his back and stare at the ceiling or spoon in behind his sister and resume watching the movie. And it was a pretty good movie. He spooned. He was so engrossed in the movie that he didn't notice when Jess got off the couch to get them a third round of rum and cokes. He was pretty buzzed. She must be getting hammered by now. He definitely noticed when his sister got up and fixed them a fourth round because, on her return, her naked ass went by as she settled back onto the couch to spoon with him. She also smelled of coconut. He recognized the smell. She'd been moisturizing. Her smooth, uncovered butt wiggled against the front of his pajama bottoms as she got situated and pulled the blanket back over them. When she settled, he asked the obvious question. "Sis, you're not wearing any panties are you?" "Nope. The sexy new lacy ones I was wearing felt itchy. I'm used to the soft cottony or satiny kind. It'll take some time to adjust to the new ones." "Right," he said sarcastically. "Don't be such a prude. Wanna take *your* jammies off, Tunny?" "Nooo... I'm good." As tipsy as he was, he smelled trouble. "Sure? I won't mind." "I'll suffer." "Honestly, I'd go completely naked right now if I didn't have to wear the bra what with the surgery and all." "You're killing me, Jess." "With kindness, brother dear. With kindness." She grabbed his hand, smooched it, and pulled his arm around her. They watched the rest of the movie. For a chic flick it was pretty good. Winston finished his fourth drink and Jess got up to fetch him yet another. He got up to put in another DVD and stumbled. He was even drunker than he thought. He hadn't had rum in awhile and it was hitting him harder than he realized. The movie he stuck in was a classic James Bond film. He figured Jessica had a good run of girl movies and that she'd be asleep soon anyway. It was after midnight. They were a third of the way through the Bond flick and he thought she'd fallen asleep when she whispered, "Tunny, I'm horny." Winston's attentions were split between fighting off a vicious case of room-spins and trying not to get a complete hard-on while watching a scantily clad Britt Ekland work her on-screen magic and having his sister's bare ass pressed against him. "Generally or specifically?" he replied absently. "Specifically. Like right now. I don't suppose you got me a new toy while you were out?" "I asked you if you needed anything this morning and you said no." "I didn't think of it. I don't think of vibrators while I'm having my morning oatmeal." "I'm not going through what you put me through last night," he said preemptively. There was a long pause. "Actually, I don't think you have to. You know what we did after I got off?" "Yeah," he'd never forget grinding along the smooth tight crease of his sister's perfect ass. "I really liked it. I think I could come just doing that. If I hadn't had two humongous orgasms just before, I probably would have gotten off again." She wiggled her ass back into him until his hardening, pajama-covered cock was caught between her firm little buns. "Sis?" he slurred the question. "Please? You can leave your clothes on this time if you want, I promise. The rum and the romantic movies and snuggling with you for the last couple of hours has me pretty wound up. Just hold still. If you feel like it, you can help by humping back against me." "Fine." She ground back against him for a few minutes and, against what was left of his judgment, he found himself pressing back into her. They humped for several minutes. He was soon panting into the back of her neck. She turned her head to ask him something and in his inebriated state he misunderstood her intention. He kissed her - a long, hard searching kiss that made her gasp into his mouth. It was their first lovers' kiss. She parted her lips in invitation and he slid his tongue into her mouth, playing it across her teeth. She teased him back with her own. He broke their kiss. "I'm getting raw," he whispered, "need to take my pants off okay?" "Do it," she said hoarsely. Actually she'd been about to ask him if he minded taking them off when he kissed her. He shimmied free of his pajama bottoms and spooned back into his sister. She wriggled back against him until he was trapped again between her ass cheeks. The flesh-on-flesh contact was intoxicating in a way rum could never be. They resumed humping. Her crease was soon slick with his pre-cum. By the way her elbow was moving beneath the blanket, he knew his sister was rubbing her clitoris. Jess said something so softly over her shoulder that he had to ask her to repeat it. "I said, 'do you know where you are right there?' " He had only been following the roughened texture on instinct. He realized now that he had been twisting against her rosebud during their humping. "Oh, wow, sorry." "No, it's okay, it actually feels kinda good. I just didn't want you to get grossed out." The late hour and the rum made him honest: "Jess, there is absolutely no part of you that I find gross." "That was sweet, Tunny. Okay, more humping please. I'm most of the way there." They resumed their grinding. Soon, the tip of his erection caught on the dent of her sphincter and he was lined up perfectly. They both froze. It was Jess who broke the silence. "Push a little, Tunny?" He gently hunched towards her, barely able to breath, barely able to believe what she was asking him to do. His cock was pressed firmly against her backdoor. Even through the rum haze he knew this was wrong on multiple levels. It just helped him not care enough to stop. "Little more?" she whimpered. He felt her rear entrance begin to give way. Felt the barrier spread into a tiny circle. Felt that tiny circle yield to their combined pressure as she helped by gently wriggling backwards into him. His sister grunted a soft "ugh" just as the head of his cock slowly slipped into her ass. Her clit hand moved in a frenzy between her legs. The penetration was enough to bring her orgasm on in a rush. She went rigid, her hand continuing to circle her clit. She curled into a ball, heaving a delighted "God yes!" as her orgasm rolled over her. Her curling motion pulled her away from him and he slid free of her ass. Winston waited patiently as she caught her breath. She turned her head and she kissed him. "That was sooooo good. Thank you." She looked at him, her eyes glinting happily. She saw his distress, it was written across his face. "Steven evens again?" she asked, kissing him, her tongue tracing along his lip wantonly. When he finally nodded, she wriggled her ass back against him and he resumed grinding up between her asscheeks. Inevitably, his tip was rubbing at the loosened, rougher flesh of her rosebud again. He angled into it instinctively to maximize the contact and he caught himself at her entrance. "You want to go inside again, honey?" she asked, her hand drifting to his hip. "Yessss," he hissed softly. She reached back and took his warm hard length in her hand. She centered him on her ass. "Push a little again, Tunny." He entered her more easily this time and she released her hold on his shaft. "Can I have more this time?" she asked over her shoulder. "I… I kind of like this," she whispered. He slid almost three inches of his eight inch length into her. Her rectum was furnace-hot and absurdly tight. It was also slicker than he expected, but then again he didn't have much experience in this department. "Does this feel good big bro?" she asked, her voice was strained. The question had to be rhetorical, he realized even in his drunken state. "Uh huh." "Want to try more?" she offered quietly. "God, yes." She pressed back against him as he pushed into her. Inch by inch, he slowly slid his cock another three inches into her back passage. "Oh my god you feel huge," Jess whimpered and paused, "Tunny, honey, I want… I want all of it… all of *you* inside me, okay? Hold still." She resumed her backwards press and together they drove his entire length into her until his groin was pressed into her buns. They both realized that they'd been holding their breath. "You okay, Jess?" he asked, just now worrying about hurting her with his slightly over-sized tool. "Uh huh. You're so deep. So very, very deep. Gimme a sec," she panted. "Okay, now do me." "Like, gently or..." "However you want. I've already come and I can tell I'm going to come again pretty soon no matter what you do. This feels fantastic." He began sawing a few inches in and out of her tight rectum gingerly. She urged him on, reaching back to pull his hip into her. "It's all right Tunny, I won't break. Take me. Take my ass. Your little sister's ass. It's yours. I know you like it. You've been admiring it for years. I've been saving it for you." "I don't want to hurt you, sis. I have no idea what I'm doing. Wait, you haven't done this kind of thing before have you?" "No, but it's okay. I... err.... I prepared. The coconut you smell, I put some of my lotion up inside me... where you are. Thank god I did. You're really big. And it feels really good like this - all nice and slippery." "Why you little..." "Yell at me later, Tunny. Right now, fuck me." He began to sodomize her steadily. Jessica slid a hand between her legs and began to touch herself again. Winston watched the blanket move as she masturbated. Then the moving stopped and he felt something slender rub his cock from inside her. She was toying at the entrance to her now-dripping vagina. She teased herself and him through the thin membrane that separated her pussy and ass. She slid her other hand down between her legs and used it to frig herself at the same time. The utter depravity of their joining and the fantastic sensations raced through them both. They came together. Winston lurched forward to bury his full length into his sister's ass, Jessica grind back against him to hungrily accept every inch. He spurted his seemingly endless supply of cum inside her as she used his cock in her ass together with her fingers in her pussy and on her clit to stretch out her orgasm until she couldn't stand it any longer. The intensity of their release, the late hour, and the rum had them both fall asleep immediately. Neither of them so much as stirred when, a few minutes later, his softened cock finally slid free of her well-used and no longer virgin ass. \~\~\~\*\*\*\~\~\~ Winston woke up first. He fidgeted slightly and realized that they were literally stuck together. The brief but painful tearing sensation he caused peeling his dried, cum-coated cock off his sister's butt cheek woke her up too. She rolled over to face him and cuddled into his neck, kissing it softly. "Morning handsome." She was demonstrating none of the horror that Winston almost hoped she would unleash over what had happened. "Jess, we need to talk." "About what?" The nonchalant routine again? "About what we did last night." "I needed you again and you were there for me. You're very dependable, brother dear." Her hand slid down his muscled stomach and bumped against his morning wood. "Feels like you're the one in need now, Tunny." "Stop it. That's just a morning thing." "Suit yourself, I'm going to take a shower then, I'm all covered in..." "I know what you're covered in!" "Come... join me," she grinned at her own pun, "in the shower. We can have more fun if you want." "No more fun!" "Okay, okay. But I'm still going upstairs to shower. If you want to keep yelling, that's fine, you'll just have to follow me." He did follow her. As they climbed the stairs behind her, he fought not to stare at his kid sister's perfect adolescent ass. He followed her into the bathroom and watched as she carefully removed her bra and turned on the shower and stepped inside, closing the glass door behind her. What words would make her understand that this was all terribly, terribly wrong? He ended up sounding more like a parent than he intended. "Sis, this is incredibly irresponsible. On both our parts." He watched as she soaped her body and he continued to rant. Jessica went about her showering as if nothing was wrong. When his ranting slowed, she calmly replied. "What's irresponsible about it? Nobody got hurt. We both enjoyed ourselves. I have a particularly large patch of evidence that you enjoyed yourself dried on my butt cheek over here." "Jess, you are my sister for God's sake. Look, that first night, I wanted to help you. Last night, we got drunk. Sis, seriously, it's wrong. Really wrong. We have to stop." "I don't see it that way. We love each other. We're attracted to each other." "It's not supposed to be like that..." She finally paused in her shower routine to look at him directly. The perfect, ivory expanse of her body was covered in soap lather. It ran down her flat, smooth belly, dribbled down her long tapered legs. She was an erotic dream. If only she weren't his sister! She leveled her surprisingly serious green gaze on him. "Things have changed, Tunny. You've been in me. In fact, two out of three holes now stud." She turned and braced one hand against the shower wall then bent deeply at the waist. "Two days ago, you were here." She ran her forefinger up and down the smooth lips of her pussy. "You were there just a little. But just enough." She shivered. "It was the largest orgasm of my life. Well, until..." She traced her fingers upward and circled the fleshy knot of her sphincter, "…until last night when you were here. All the way in." She slipped the tip of her forefinger into her own ass briefly and pulled it free. "I liked it. A lot. Deny it all you want but you liked it too." She stood and looked at him through the water beaded glass. The shower was cascading down her shoulders and streaming over her beautiful new breasts. Her eyes were emeralds, bright and fierce and beautiful. "Look at me, Tunny. I love you. I'm *in* love with you. And I want you. We can't take it back. I wouldn't even if I could. Would you?" Winston didn't have an answer. "Are you coming in with me?" she asked softly. The invitation meant more than just this one shower. It was several seconds before Winston whispered hoarsely, "No." Jessica's shoulders fell. She sighed sadly and shut off the water. He waited for her to open the shower door then handed her a towel. She quickly pressed her dark hair dry than wrapped her long slender body in its terry cloth. She stepped out and stood in front of him. "If I misread you, if I am really and truly wrong about this... about us... and I've hurt what we are... I'm sorry." She leaned in and kissed him softly, gently, chastely on the lips. "No points," he smiled weakly as she pulled away. "That one was free," she reached up and carefully traced his jaw with her hand. She turned and left him alone in the bathroom. He heard her footsteps come back and her smirking face appeared through the doorframe. "But, Tunny, you really ought to get in the shower and wash yourself off. You stuck that big thing of yours in your little sister's dirty place." "Jess!" he cringed as she disappeared again. But he was glad for the humor. It felt more normal, this kind of teasing exchange between them. He was smiling to himself as he took her advice and stepped into the shower. He was rinsing off when his sister peeked in. "I'm headed out on errands. I'm looking forward to actually getting out and about for a little while. Be back in a bit." The house felt emptier as soon as she was gone. He had one errand of his own but was back before her. He ended up whittling away the hours reading, watching TV, and checking e-mail. He sat at the kitchen table to eat a slice of leftover pizza, brooding as he chewed. As tortured as he felt with Jessica around, he was now miserable without her. She breezed in through the back door, wearing a short denim skirt and a tight red V-necked t-shirt that put her new cleavage on display. She was carrying a few bags. "Wow, it was nice to get out of the house." She paused and smiled brightly when she saw him. "You look sad, Tunny. Don't be sad." She plucked one of the bags from the rest and slid it across the kitchen table in front of him. "Here, I picked up a few things." He peered inside. It held a new vibrator and a pack of condoms. He looked up at his sister and rolled his eyes. She smiled. "Take me to bed." "No," it came out with a little less conviction than it should have. "Come on. Upstairs. I'm not doing it on the couch again." It was like she didn't even hear him. "Sis..." "I'll be in your room waiting for you. You go ahead and have your last little internal struggle down here. Then come on upstairs and make love to me. I'll be the half-naked girl on your bed." She brushed past him and left him to his thoughts. He did struggle. It took nearly five minutes before he followed her. True to her promise, she was there waiting for him on his bed. She was wearing a matching red satin bra and panty set. She looked like the world's best Christmas present. "When did you know? That I'd cave, I mean." He asked her meekly. "The first night. When you started humping against me after I started coming. That wasn't just my selfless big brother. It wasn't for me. It was for you. After that, it was just a matter of time. I was willing to work on you the whole summer, honey." He nodded. "Don't beat yourself up. I do win our little struggles now and then. And I put an enormous amount of energy into this one." She slid her crimson panties down her legs, revealing her smooth, bare pussy already beginning to glisten. She slipped out of her bra, freeing the large perfect teardrop breasts that now lazed on her chest. She stretched out nude on his bed and smiled. The sight of her like this made his knees rubbery. "The good news is that I have a pretty good consolation prize for you, Tunny. Me. Come here." He shuffled to the bed and his waiting sibling. She helped him off with his t-shirt then unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers until she was eye level with his stiffening cock. She looked up at him as she closed the distance and touched her tongue to its tip. She grasped it with one soft hand and took its first few inches into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it delicately. She spat him out to give him a wicked look. "You're three for three on holes now. From here on out, we're only going to be arguing about depth." "No more arguing," he sighed. "Where's that new toy of yours? Let's make sure it works." "That a boy!" she beamed. She reached into the bag next to her and handed him the vibrator. He realized now that it was out of whatever package it must have come in and the batteries were already in it. She knew what he was thinking. "It was a long drive home." She shrugged. She spread her legs lewdly and ran her own hands down her smooth, flat ivory belly as he slid onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. His sister watched hungrily as he kissed the inside of each of her legs and then zeroed in on her smooth little teenage sex. "Tell me," Winston teased her, his face millimeters from her sex. She could feel his hot breath across her delicate flesh. She knew what he was after. "I want it." "What do you want?" In for a penny, in for a pound - Winston was going to play her game. "I want your mouth... on me," Jess panted. "Where?" "Here," she ran a finger between her legs and along her smooth pink lips. "Dirtier." She snickered. He was mirroring the prompting she'd given him their first time. "Eat me, Tunny. Lap my little clit. Make me cum. You always make me cum so hard." He barely and briefly brushed his lips against her pussy. His tongue grazed her clitoris. Her body jerked in reaction. "Have you pictured this?" he asked. "Mmmhmmm..." she moaned. "Dreamt of this?" "Yeah..." she whined, eager for his touch. "Lied for this?" There was a long pause. "Yesss..." she finally hissed, "Now please, Tunny, please…" With his sister's admission, he began working her clitoris with his tongue. Flicking at her little bud, he brought the vibrator to her opening. She was already dripping wet. He slowly twisted it into her. She was tight. He had to press firmly. At a little past two inches, he felt the vibrator push up against something. Something pliable. Some sort of barrier. Holy Mary, Mother of... His head snapped up to look at her in disbelief. She smiled weakly, "That's why I didn't let you all the way inside me before." "So you want me to?" "Yeah." "I don't know what to say." "Say you'll do it. I want it to be you." "Wow, okay, errr... any particular way you want me to do it? I mean, do you want me to do it now, with this thing?" "You know I never want to wait. Yes, do it. Just like this." "Oh boy, I was right, you *are* a kinky little mess." "Yep. But now that you brought up kinky, I do have one improvement to what you're doing. Remember when I asked you to inspect my goods last week?" "Yeah." "Remember what I asked you if you would lick?" She carefully pulled her knees up towards her chest, it rocked her hips forward and exposed her pale little rosebud. "Do it," she whispered. "Say what you want," he demanded again. She didn't need prompting this time. "Lick it for me, Tunny. My ass. Lick me and rim me and fuck me open with my toy. Then fuck me for real. Take me tonight, Tunny. I've waited so long for this. I want your big dick wedged in me before the night is over." She watched him hold the vibrator pressed gently against her hymen and duck beneath it to lap delicately at the small rose of her backdoor. She groaned and reached a hand down to circle her abandoned clitoris. "So good," she sighed. He continued lapping at her tiny, soft ring and began to fuck her with just the end of the vibrator. The combined sensations had her humping up and down instinctively. After a few minutes, he wormed the tip of his tongue into her ass and she started moaning at the new sensation. At her third moan, he steadily drove the vibrator home through her hymen. Jessica gasped through clenched teeth but continued humping up and down. "Turn it on," she whimpered. It took a moment for him to understand what she meant. Then he hastily twisted the vibrator's base and it hummed to life in her. She jerked at the suddenly intense throbbing deep inside her. "Tunny, I'm going to come now... really big... you're still going to fuck me after this right?" "Mmmhmmm," he confirmed from between her legs, still teasing her rosebud with his tongue. "Good," she panted. Barely a minute later she peaked, mauling her clitoris and jerking her hips up to swallow the vibrator's length. Her upward motion speared her ass onto her brother's tongue as her body rolled in orgasm. When her ass came back to rest back on the bed, he slipped the vibrator from her drooling pussy and tossed it to the floor. He crawled up the bed to stretch out next to her. She curled into him, still catching her breath. "More," she whispered finally, looking up at him through dark hair that had fallen across her eyes. She rolled onto her back again and pulled him on top of her. She took his hard shaft in her hand and pressed it to her battered little hole. Winston barely remembered the condoms. "Sis, protection first right?" She nibbled her lip and shook her head. "I lied Tunny. I'm on the pill - been on it for the last year. Be gentle? I'm still a little sore." He nodded. Together they carefully eased his larger than average cock into her near virgin pussy. She was tight and swollen but slick from her orgasm. She winced as he slid into her, filling her up completely. He felt his tip just brush her cervix. The contact made her shiver. They held motionless like that for several long moments. She willed herself to relax, to accept the oversized cock she'd wanted for so long. He marveled at the beautiful woman beneath him and waited for some sign to continue. "Tunny, when my chest is healed completely I want you to fuck me from behind. Bent over your desk like I was when you were inspecting my goods. I was fantasizing about that at the time." He shook his head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss her. When he broke the kiss, she saw him glance down at her chest. "And I want you to fuck them too. My boobs, I mean. I want to kneel down in front of you and press them together for you to fuck with your big dick. I want your cum on my new tits." He withdrew from her slowly, experimentally, and she groaned happily. Only half way out, he reversed and thrust back into her. She exhaled forcefully, hazel eyes wide and wild looking up at him. "So good," she groaned under him. They fucked carefully, never building past a steady rhythm. On his downward thrusts, she rose up to meet him, grinding his full length into her. She found she liked the contact when he bottomed out inside her. When he retreated, she experimented - squeezing down with her muscles. He felt her tighten down onto him and smiled, moaning out a happy "very nice." His compliment made her glow even more. They continued like this for several minutes until Winston leaned back to sit upright on his heels, still buried in her. "Feel like coming for me?" he asked. "Always," she purred, and reached up to toy with her own nipples. He brought his hands down to their juncture and centered both of his thumbs on her clitoris. He began to brush her little bud upwards with each thumb, essentially twiddling his thumbs backwards in an unending circular motion he suspected she might like. He was, of course, right. How long do you have to love someone - how well do you have to know them - before you sense with near-certainty how to please them best without them asking? Without them even knowing how to ask or what to ask? Five years? Ten? Fifteen? How about your entire life? Winston brought this to bear now. Jessica's breath caught in her chest at this last touch. Her brother's thick cock, the one she'd fantasized about for far too long was wedged - no, crammed - inside her. It stretched her more perfectly than she imagined because she couldn't imagine it until now. She looked up Winston, her sweet Tunny, and her head replayed memories from their joint childhood. Thousands of shared secrets and little intimacies. Years of love, of laughter, of trust. When her brother touched her in this last, perfect way, everything rushed together. She felt something huge shift deep inside her - something so large she didn't think it was possible. "Tunnnnnnnyyyyyy...." she keened, almost alarmed at the intensity of what was coming. "I can't..." she sobbed, actually choking a little. "It's okay, sis, don't fight it..." He watched the muscles in her abdomen clench, release, and re-clench violently - the faint image of a six-pack appearing and disappearing beneath her pale taut belly. Her new, large breasts rocked with the clenching. She jerked as the spasms radiated from her torso into her long slender legs and arms. "Alm-m-most ...too... too... b-b-biggg," she stuttered and wailed, arms and legs suddenly twitching, eyelids fluttering madly. She felt the undertow of her impending orgasm dragging at her, sucking at her insides. The sheer magnitude of the looming climax blotted out all thought. "I love you, Jess," he whispered, "and I always have." Her wave crashed, rolling her under. "Wuu ahahahahaha," she shrieked, her slender chest heaving off the bed as her vision went white. Her smooth ivory hips jerked upwards at the same time, mashing into him, grinding up onto his cock until it crushed against her where it bottomed out. Her body remained arched like this for several seconds, her jaw clenched tight, panting through her nose loudly. Her body shuddered The rippling walls of her seizing sex dragged him along towards his orgasm. When she collapsed back to the bed, still peaking, he thrust into her twice and jerked his cock from her to fist it viciously. He grunted as he erupted mightily, jetting cum up across her belly, then onto her breasts, then up to her neck, then into the dark hair splayed across the pillow beneath her head. He fell forward next to her on the bed where they both lay gasping for several minutes. "You got your stuff in my hair," she finally laughed, giddy in the aftermath of the lovemaking she'd wanted for so long. "Complain too much and I'll aim for your face next time," he threatened, reaching an arm around her and pulling her in to his chest. "That might not be so bad," she replied cheekily. They rested a few more minutes until, lifting her head, she kissed him. She recoiled in mock horror. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you need to go brush your teeth. All I can taste right now is my ass." He chuckled. "You weren't complaining earlier." They clambered out of bed and into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth while she relieved a post-coital tinkle. When she was done, he paused his brushing. "Jess, you said you put an enormous amount of energy into this..." He raised an eyebrow. His sister sighed. "I got you drunk on purpose last night, Tunny. The drinks I fixed... mine were just Coke. You got a double dose of rum." He nodded, not entirely surprised. "And you know that I actually lubed my own butt with coconut lotion just in case I could convince you to take me that way. But... I also broke my vibrator on purpose and left it out for you to find the night before. And it was my idea to show you my breasts and have you touch them before the surgery." Winston closed his eyes and shook his head as he processed what she'd said. "How long, Jess?" He finished brushing and rinsed his mouth while waiting for her to answer. When he looked at her in the mirror, her eyebrows were knitted together with worry. "How long have you been feeling this way? Working on this? Working on me?!" he said more sternly. She winced. "I planned this whole thing. I scheduled the breast implant surgery for now so you would be home from school. So we would be alone and you would have to take care of me." "Yeah but Mom and Dad would have been..." "I orchestrated Dad's trip to Africa. I just had to plant a couple of seeds in his head about the British colonial period, the summer being the perfect time, their 20th wedding anniversary, yada yada." Jess was talking in a rush now, trying to blurt it all out and get it over with. "It started before you left for college, I saw you with your girlfriend in the backyard one night. I watched her blow you. You both looked so happy. For only a moment, I was horrified like I should have been. Then, I don't know, something else happened? I got really turned on. Then I got jealous. Seeing you like that made me realize how I felt about you. That you were more than just a big brother to me. So I started talking nasty to you. I needed to wear away at your image of me as your innocent little sister. The gay accusation stuff was a ploy too. I wanted to goad you a little - make you want to prove to me you weren't gay. I also did it to throw Mom and Dad off." Winston finally found words. "They don't think I'm gay." "No, but they think that *I think* that you're gay. And that's almost as good." Again he felt the magnitude of his sister's effort. "Wow, okay, that's so scheme-y that it's a little scary. She looked up at him through her mussed dark hair. "Look, I wish I could say I feel bad about all this but the truth is that I don't. Well, except... Tunny, I'm not on the pill. That was a silly last minute fib. I just really wanted you, without a dumb condom in the way. I'll go on the pill, I swear." Winston allowed himself a little satisfied smile. "I can at least contribute on that part. I'm reluctant but I'm not dumb." He opened the medicine chest next to him and pulled out a vial. He shook a pill out onto his hand and handed it to his sister. "Morning after pill. I picked a few up at the store this morning." She stared at the tablet a long moment. He could feel her weighing the decision. "Kids someday Jess, just not yet. We're young. We have plenty of time to work that out. Together. No scheming, okay?" He could tell that it wasn't what he'd said that made her put the pill in her mouth and swallow it. It was the way he'd said it. Casually. Comfortably. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives. She knew that as soon as he said it, she could count on him. He was, is, and would always be, dependable. He was her rock. Her immoveable object - well, nearly immoveable object. That last thought made her smile to herself. She filled a cup with tap water and took a gulp to wash down the pill. When the cup came away from her lips, he was waiting. She hadn't seen it coming because she couldn't see around the cup and she didn't think he really liked their old game anymore. She was wrong. He stole his kiss quickly, his lip curling up just a little smugly at one end like it did when they were kids. "One up," he grinned. Jessica eyed her brother carefully. Stealing a smooch in broad daylight, standing right in front of her, in a bathroom with a huge mirror in it was pretty slick. It had required a perfect sense of timing, a subtle shift in his posture to make her turn towards him and away from the mirror without her realizing it, and a keen awareness of her line of sight. Maybe he wasn't so rusty after all. No, perhaps not quite as rusty as she'd thought. \*\*\* How does the irresistible force move the immoveable object? Deception. It convinces the immoveable object that it isn't moving while it does. The irresistible force lies. Just a little. Just enough. \*\*\* *Post-Script: I picture incest as the sexual equivalent of getting into one of those ridiculous knife fights where the combatants are tied together at the wrist from the beginning. It instantly feels close and you get the sense that, absent a miracle, someone is going to be very badly hurt. With that in mind, I tried to heap a few more intimacies onto the story's situation - bind the siblings tighter together - so they play a childhood game and on top of that Winston periodically recalls their shared youth. It's partly an excuse for the dumb tangents I enjoy dreaming up too. Some people might like it. Others might not. Vive le difference!*