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"Lizzy. I'm sorry. That came out wrong. You're the perfect sister. It's just that if you weren't my sister..."

"I know, silly. But if I wasn't your perfect, gorgeous, irresistible sister, it would be a lot easier to admit how much you want to do so many nasty, lustful things to me."

"And then snuggle for hours in your blissful whatever afterwards." Using - and making fun of - overly flowery language had been a long habit shared by the two.

"Because you love me?"

"Because I love you, Lizzy, and trust you, and I already know what it's like to bask in the glorious ecstasy of your presence. I can only imagine how that bliss could be magnified by adding the heavenly carnal glow radiating from your smoking hot body after I've given you the most powerful series of orgasms in your long and storied career in sex."

"Long and storied?' Who's telling all these stories you hear? Or do you sit in your room alone, slowly stroking that magnificent cock I felt briefly pressed up hard against my shorts and my sopping little pussy, making them up, picturing your innocent, sweet but carnally inclined sister committing all kinds of exotic perversities?"

She pushed back enough to look at him more clearly. "Sorry. I got off track picturing you picturing me being naughty. Kinda hot, I must say. Seriously though, I do get you about trust, though. And love.

"It's like if I was snuggled in some strong arms after just being driven to - you did say a whole series of epic orgasms, right? - without trust...'

'...and love." He interrupted, reaching up to stroke her cheek, once, with the back of a hand. It was the first time he had touched her since yanking his penetrating fingers from between her thighs. Was this...Oh god, this was the same hand he had stroked up her inner thigh?

Liz leaned into the hand. She wondered if she might be smelling a hint of her own juices from it. "Yes. Definitely. Without trust and love, I'm not going be comfortable enough to fully melt into that post-orgasmic bliss or even allow myself to give up control enough to have that storied series of mind-blowing O's in the first place."

She frowned, his eyes immediately focused in concern. "Todd?"

"Liz?" His rising tone mocked her seriousness.

"You love and trust me, huh?"

"Lizzy, we just can't...you're my sister...."

"Todd. Shh. Listen. Love and trust. That means I know we can't do this." His relief was obvious, face and shoulders relaxing." Now. Tonight."

She held up a single finger before he could begin an answer. "But it also means we have enough love and trust for each other to give careful, unrushed consideration to the other's needs, wants, and suggestions."

"We've been drinking tonight. We've been snuggling close, I've been horny as hell, and you probably have been too after catching that view of your sexy sister with the sundown silhouetting her long, luscious legs..."

"You saw that?"

She grinned. "I did. And I'll even admit to being warned only minutes before you got there that I was coming close to flashing people in that skirt. When I saw you walking up from that direction, even before you bravely rescued me from the chicken-legged lout, I decided you deserved a little show."

Have I called you a brat yet tonight?"

"At least once. But back to, uh, love and trust. I want my wonderful brother to love and trust me enough to consider exploring some of what we shared tonight. Just consider. Sleep on it. For it to be right, it has to be right for us both."

"You're persuasive."

"Any other man would have been persuaded already."

"I don't doubt that. 'Sleep on it,' huh? As in, you'd like an answer in the morning?"

"Would I like it in the morning? Hell yeah. But I want the right answer - for you - when it's the right time. My offer - to be open to try, to explore at least some of the possibilities for sexual, sensual, physical contact that might add new levels of closeness and joy to our already wonderful, intimate relationship - is an open one, without expiration, dear brother.

"I may find that bliss with another, someday, and I'll probably want to tell you about it. But my hope is to not have to tell you about it, because I'll be in that ecstasy with you. So, yes, sleep on it. For at least tonight, no sex or fooling around. Tomorrow we won't be able to blame margaritas, or too much sun, or you taking advantage of a poor girl, frightened by a terrifying movie and needed your reassuring presence. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good. Now here are the rules."

"Wait. What rules?" His perturbed looked was not particularly convincing. She had a long-standing tendency to add amendments and addenda to even the simplest games.

"Well of course we need rules, and definitions." She stretched both arms wide, then wider, adding a yawn. He didn't bother trying to hide his eyes on her nipples catching the shirt.

"Come on. Follow me. It's bedtime." Long bare legs folded, spun over him, and she was off his lap, standing, offering him a hand.

He accepted the offer and followed her to the stairs. "First, a definition of 'morning.' At least daylight, presumably after a decent amount of nighttime rest. It would be cheating to say at 1 minute past midnight, 'It's morning!'"

"Sounds fair enough." He agreed from behind as she led him upward, then down the hallway. "Second: when I say no 'fooling around,' as much as I'd like to, I mean no making out, and no tongue wrestling, nipple sucking, repeated rhythmic flicking of the bean, blow jobs or full-on filling me over-full with that thick hunk of man meat. Agreed?"

She first felt any resistance to her hand's guidance when she led him to her room. "Lizzy. Why are we going to your room?"

She turned to face him, taking up his free hand with hers. "Shush. I asked a question, one concerning not fooling around anymore at all tonight including details of some of the really fun stuff we won't be doing. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Even if it's stuff you already did to me on the couch tonight and it felt really fucking good. Agreed?"

"Yes. Agreed. Even though it wasn't just me doing it."

"Did I ever say it was? I can name parts of what I said that strongly suggest I'm the prime actor. The sine qua non."

TODD

"No. In retrospect, you never said it was was just me. But, Lizzy? Why are we here?" He looked around the room. Her huge king-sized bed dominated the space. That bed had been a rare cause of contention between the siblings. When their parents purchased a new adjustable bed several years ago, Liz inherited this one while he was stuck with his old budget twin bed.

"We agreed to sleeping on it. On something very important to consider. For tonight at least. And this is where we're sleeping on it." She made it sound like it was the simplest thing to understand.

"In your bed? Together?"

"It's huge. We could flop around all night and never find each other in it, believe me. Besides, I'm still all traumatized by those zombies. They were way creepy. And maybe that monster that poked me on the couch, and could be hiding under the bed right now?"

He sighed. "I'm gonna lose this one, huh?"

She shrugged. "Only if you consider going to bed and waking up with the most irresistibly desirable woman in the world a loss. Now I'm going to take a quick shower while you get comfortable in bed."@

"Didn't you already take..."

She didn't wait for his question. Todd watched her disappear into the bathroom and quickly dropped his shorts, stripped off his shirt. He could hear the shower water start. Standing alone in his sister's bedroom, wearing nothing but his underwear, he pictured her naked, stepping into the spray of hot water.

Showering together was not making out, or any of the other things she had listed as forbidden. He could slip into the bathroom now, offer to join her, to soap up her body, allowing his hands to wander, explore everywhere. That wouldn't be, technically, fooling around at least as she had defined it.

"Down boy," he muttered, immediately aware of the swelling length in his boxer shorts, pushing out at the thin fabric. "We can't be letting Lizzy see that."

He slid under the covers of her bed, pulling them up close to his chin. His sister's scent surrounded him. It was comforting as always, familiar, but it also fueled a new reaction. It took him back to a slim beauty writhing against him, in his arms, under him: a forbidden beauty, responding to his touch, his kisses, his flicking tongue, nipples hardening at his attention, her slickness opening and ready when his hand explored up too far between her long, perfect legs.

"God you're a hopeless perv." He chastised himself, now fully hard in his sister's bed. He tried to focus on his book, on the rather silly explanations Paracelsus had for elemental creatures of the earth and water, of fire and...air. Thinking of sylphs didn't help distract him.

'You called me a SILF' she had said, those gorgeous eyes full of love and more. She hadn't gone on, but his mind now clearly saw her, tugging a t-shirt up, exposing those perfect little breasts to him, slipping loose shorts off long legs. This imaginary Lizzy following up with 'Am I really the Sister you'd Like. To. Fuck?'

He groaned at his own weakness, rolled onto his side and pulled the sheets closer under his chin. He jumped in surprise when the bathroom door opened. He hadn't even heard the water stop.

PART 2 - The Nude Part

His sister's face and skin glowed, pink-red from the hot water, covered only by a white towel tucked in at her chest. It left a long expanse of her glorious legs exposed. She smiled down at him. "Comfy?"

"Mostly. I have to say, this is a really nice bed."

"Good. And Todd? I have to say you look really nice in my bed."

"Wha...Lizzy!" He was utterly shocked when she pulled the corner of the towel free from between her breasts, let it drop to the floor. She stood before him, her smile showing more than a little nervousness, entirely naked. The even tan from head to toe just emphasized the clean, fluid beauty of her body.

Her hands settled on her hips. "You didn't think we were going to sleep with clothes on, did you? What are you wearing under there?"

"Uh...my boxers." He tried, failed, to keep his eyes from darting over, drinking in the vision on display before him. He could clearly see the tantalizing space between her lean thighs that has been suggested by her silhouette in the dress earlier, the space his hand and fingers had so easily slipped into.

"Listen, brother dear." She switched her arms, crossing them over her chest. It pushed her breasts up, together, on display even more than before. "Because of stupid Suz's work schedule, I went to the Renn Faire yesterday instead of getting to explore my new-found confidence in my positive body image by going to the Nude Day."

She nodded at the bedside clock, reading 12:23. "It's after midnight, officially Nude Day. And you and I are going to spend it in the nude. So let's see those boxers, boy. You're safe under the covers so I won't see anything else. You're not a craven poltroon, are you?"

Again, he sighed. He was going to lose this one too. ""Craven poltroon?' Good one, sis, but maybe a little redundant."

He wrestled the underwear down off his body before waving them with one hand, tossing them to the floor on his side of the bed. "Good enough?"

She nodded, clapped her hands. "Yay! My handsome brother is nude with me for Nude Day! And, since I trust you so completely, I won't demand proof that my handsome brother is indeed nude in my bed to start our Nude Day together. Not even as much I want to check out that hot, muscular body of yours, let alone get a good look at that big, hard monster that was poking me on the couch, making my poor belly all quivery."

She lifted the covers on her side, finally hiding her exposed, glorious body from him as she joined him in bed. Switching the lamp off beside her, he voice was low in the sudden dark. "Good night, dear brother. Sleep well. And thanks for trusting me enough to do this with me. It means a lot."

He rolled onto his back in the dark, freeing his still stiff length from where he had trapped it against the mattress. "You're welcome, beautiful sister. I love you."

"I love you too, Todd. More than anything."

He stared up into the dark, nowhere near sleep, painfully aware of the naked - nude - object of his most urgent desires so close beside him.

"And Todd?" It was a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"You're a really good kisser."

"So are you."

Her sigh was dramatic, exaggerated in the dark. "That's what I needed to hear. I'll be able to sleep now."

He returned to staring upward, toward the invisible ceiling. At least she'd been right: the bed was big enough that they weren't all over each other. He could hear, feel her shifting and adjusting her position on the other side of the bed, but that was all.

Eventually, he must have slept, because he awoke to smooth skin, a leg sliding over his own. Liz muttered in her sleep, then moved again. An arm draped over his chest, but not before it brushed up over his length. He immediately felt his heart pound, blood flow to the region. She was apparently asleep, but had still turned him on again, so easily prodding him back to fully, painfully awake.

Her face was tucked close to his shoulder, her breath feathering over his skin there. Part of him wanted to slip out from under her arm, flee from the temptation so close at hand, so freely offered. Another part desperately wanted to wrap her slender nudity in his arms, to drag her to him, to explore every inch of his sister in a way he had never allowed himself to consider as other than fantasy.

She murmured again, a soft sweet sound, face burrowing closer. Her leg bent, knee riding higher, stroking over his stiffness. It pinned one arm in close against his body. It occurred to him that her leg, lifted too high, meant her bare crotch would be wide open, exposed.

He couldn't help imagining his hand sliding up one inner thigh again, no shorts in the way, finding her warm, slippery wetness open and eager for his touch. God, he would love to give in, push those thighs wide as he climbed between them, and bury his face there, tasting, tonguing, hearing her cries as he brought her to endless peaks of pleasure, feeling those wonderful legs wrap around him, holding him to her.

He remembered the fingers that entered her earlier. That arm was free and without thought he brought those fingers to his mouth, sucked them in, tasting her juices dried there. It felt so wrong, so right, so fucking naughty, kinky, nasty sexy, to taste his sister's forbidden flavors like this with her naked body right here, so close.

When her leg eased down, moving only inches, he was erect enough that her knee slid under his length, caught, stayed there. Eventually he rolled onto his side, away from her.

It didn't seem long, but perhaps he had drifted asleep again, before she was snuggled tight against his back, spooning him. He had felt a single soft kiss on his shoulder, he was almost sure. There was no doubt that he could feel firm bare breasts pressed against him, harder nipples obvious with each slow breath she took.

Then an arm snaked over his waist, fingers tracing his hardness.

"Liz?" He whispered it. She did not respond at all: no change in breathing or position. He waited, then edged out from under the arm, missing the contact as soon as it was lost. He found himself on the very edge of the huge bed. So much for her reassurance about them being able to find each other.

This time he must have been asleep: he was on his back again, like he usually slept, with no memory of rolling over. An arm or a hand had again traced his length. He was achingly erect, almost tingling. Any other night, his hand would have been tugging at himself if he woke up like that. Now, he knew it would take only moments to bring himself to a hard, spraying climax. He couldn't have his sister waking up to that.

And so the night continued. Todd in an endless state of stimulation. Short, restless bursts of sleep punctuated by his naked sister pressing close, stroking, climbing half on him, always managing to find his most sensitive, intimate and obviously aroused spot.

He was awake, staring upward at a ceiling he could now clearly see: it was nearly morning. Once more, Liz muttered something in a low, groggy voice and tucked in close. He knew where the hand would go before he felt it. An open palm dragging upward along his tender underside, followed by the inside of her wrist and forearm. Hand and arm combined for a longer, more extended touch, concentrated at its end: where his swollen head was trapped against his stomach with no way to retreat from the contact.

He suppressed a moan, biting into his lip. He felt helplessly close to exploding.

As the last of her forearm stroked over him, he felt Lizzy tense. He heard a faint gasp, then her head popped up, eyes wide, holding her arm high.

"You..you're wet. You...leaked on me. Look!" He did look, dragging his gaze away from the beautiful, round little breasts that now showed above the sheet and blanket.

She displayed her bare limb over him, the dawn's light enough to reflect on a shiny trail of his precum. He was surprised that he hadn't leaked more, earlier in this long night of torment.

His eyes would have lowered quickly to her chest again except for what she did next. His sister's pink tongue slipped out, to slowly lave along the shimmering line, before retreating behind her lips. Smiling down at him, lips sealed, she made a show of tasting, savoring, what she had gathered with the single long lick, then swallowed.

Low and indistinct, a roar was growing deep in, or perhaps behind, Todd's ears. His pulse thumped. Breathing was an effort. The moan he held back earlier escaped him now. The sight of his sister swallowing his precum, licked off the shaft of her forearm, after endless hours of stroking arms and legs, tugging hands, and naked snuggling flesh, had pushed him to the edge of a precipice.

"Mmm! I like that." Her eyes glowed bright, mixed cleverness and excitement. "I think I might need to have another little taste. Let's see where that might have come from."

Without hesitation, she was lifting the covers, lowering herself to her brother's naked body.

"Lizzy! You can't!" One slim-fingered hand wrapped around his over-teased shaft even as it was exposed. Her head drew close; he did not know -exactly - what his sister was about to do. Regardless, breath caught, muscles tensing, desperate to hold back his body's threatened response. His jaw clenched, forcing out a warning. "If you..."

The hand wrapped around him pumped, once, twice. Todd heard a faint cooing from Liz as she was rewarded with a thick droplet of shining clear-cloudy fluid forming, growing at his very tip. Her face looked mesmerized, gazing from only inches away as the thick precum flowed out, down his deep red head. The hand made a third slow pump, squeezing gently, down, pause, up. He saw her sweet lips part open.

"Oh god! Fuck! Ahhh! Lizzy!" Todd's resistance failed. He watched, somehow distant, detached from his own almost violently shuddering body, as stream after stream of milky white cum shot out, up, over his sister's cheek, chin, lips. She sputtered, shocked, but stayed close, her hand still continuing its slow, steady rhythm.

"Enough, baby." Todd tried not to writhe as her hand's motion became close to unbearable. His fist twisted a handful of blanket. "Please."

Her hand stopped, but only so that she could hold him still, allowing her lips to ease over his head, sucking softly. "Mmmm-hmmm."

The vibrations of the sound shot through his groin, triggering deep pulses, making him squirm. "Liz. Baby, please!"

She finally released him, her lips letting go with a clear popping sound followed by a giggle, before her hand lowered his length onto his own stomach."I like when you call me 'baby.' It's...intimate. I could get used to that, Honey Sweetness love-of-my-life." Even as she spoke, he couldn't help staring at the sight of his cum, streaked and spotting her lower face.

She seemed to notice where he was looking, made a show of letting her tongue circle around her mouth, trying to gather in more of the mess there before again swallowing. "Damn. My brother packs a lot of cum. I should probably wash my face off."

Her attempt to clamber out of bed, presumably headed to the bathroom, ended with a squeal when Todd snagged one of her ankles, dragged her back down next to him. "Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere, you lovely minx."

Her wide-eyed smile was bright, delighted. She clearly didn't mind his sudden assertion of power. "We're going to hash out some details here."

"Does that mean you've thought it through, had time to sleep on my proposal?"

"Proposal, you say? I kiss you once and you're thinking about marriage already?"

Sibling word play felt familiar, helped dispelled his remaining nervousness. "And don't even ask me about sleeping on anything after your wandering limbs teasing me all night, keeping me up."

"Keeping you up? Who knew?"

"'Awake,' not 'erect,' I meant, you dirty minded miscreant." Pinning her close to him with one arm cinched around her waist, he once again relished the thrill of holding his slender sister, this time with both of them entirely naked in her bed.

He stroked stray hairs back from where they hung over one eye. As the physical, post-orgasmic calm settled over him, Todd realized that he felt no more doubt or remorse over what they had done last night, or what he wanted to do today. The peace he felt was far more than a mere chemical reaction.

He wanted her, ached for her, desperately. She wanted him, openly. They both knew it, as sure as they knew how much they loved each other. Still, he held back from simply reaching out to touch her, from the twin perfect breasts rising and falling so close to him now, to down, along the smooth subtle curves of those wonderful long legs and the slippery warm treasure he had fumbled into last night.

"Seriously now: I have a few questions." He was proud of how well he hid his amusement. She waited, intent.

"Last night you said a few things I need to clarify."

"Whatever you need, Todd." She was taking this as seriously as he'd asked.

"First, I think you referred to me as - what was it? - your 'dream crush.' Right?"

"I did."

"Explain."

She paused, looking down, considering. Her eyes came up to meet his before she continued. "I...love you. You make me melt inside you're so wise and smart and sexy and, you know, all that stuff. I want to look good for you, to please you, to make you happy. It thrilled me when I saw you checking me out when the sunlight was going through my skirt last night."

"You saw that?"

"Saw that?" She grinned. "I was hoping for it after I made sure the sun was behind me when you were walking up to us."

"You conniving brat. Playing 3 dimensional chess with your brother's heart."

"Nah. His heart was already mine. I was just playing with his libido."

"Good point. My heart has always been yours, sweet sister."

"Then kiss me."

"Not yet. I've still got questions. You also said you were close to cumming when I was sucking on those incredible hard little nipples of yours."

"Hrrmf!" She writhed in his arm, reminding him of how she had moved under him as he licked and sucked at her. A flush of red skin grew down from her cheeks, over her throat. God! She was so beautiful, especially now, naked and aroused.

"....and you were sopping wet after making out with your brother."

"Is there a question there? I don't hear a question." She twisted in his arm, snuggling closer, sliding one leg over his, an arm over his midsection.

"Were you really...could you have cum, from me, just from my mouth?"

"You like that, huh? Forcing your innocent sister to explode in orgasm as you flick your tongue over her poor, over-stimulated nipples? If you kept going, I think I would have. I never have before, not that way, but my sexy brother seems to have a talent for making me feel better than anyone else ever could.

He laughed. "Hmm. Considering the amount of my cum all over your face and how it got there, I'd say the talent is mutual."

Liz looked surprised, then surprised him by twisty away, escaping his encircling arm. "I almost forgot. I'm going rinse my face. Be back in a sec."

His attention was so caught up in the sudden vision of this naked Nude Day sylph that he forgot to breath until the bathroom door closed behind her.

LIZZY

She ran water into her cupped hands, looked at herself in the small mirror.

One: she was a mess, drying cum smeared over cheeks and chin.

Two: she was a delighted success. Todd had exploded at her touch before proceeding to ask her to detail both her deep attraction to him and how turned on he made her, without a single "we can't" or "we shouldn't" from him yet this morning.

This morning. Nude Day morning. Could the two of them make all of today their own Nude Morning, Nude Noon, Nude Afternoon and Evening?

She toweled her face and neck, rushing, eager to return to the nude brother of her dreams waiting for her.

"Ta Da!" She sprang through the doorway. Arms wide, she posed for him. She had never felt this comfortable exposing her body so completely with anyone. It all came down, like they'd agreed last night, to trust.

Her reward was the captivated look of his sweet, handsome face she knew so well. He looked almost dazed except for the rapid, shifting attention of his eyes, trying to drink in every square inch, each separate detail of her display.

"It's Nude Day, Toddikins!" She pouted, hands on hips, before shaking a single finger at him. "Why aren't you nude? Exposed? On display for me? I can't see you."

In fact, the blanket exposed most of his chest as well as one arm and shoulder. Propped on the opposite arm, he looked good, really good. Good enough to eat. Liz thought about her previous too-brief tastes of him.

"I am nude! Now get back in our bed." He patted the section of the mattress closest to him.

He called it 'our' bed!

Liz's knees almost buckled. She had described a feeling in her belly of melting inside to Todd last night. This was different. Her insides liquified instantaneously, both metaphorically and literally, a thin stream leaking from between her legs, beginning to trickle down the inside of one shaking thigh. Her head and vision spun.

"Todd..." The room dimmed until only a small circle of sight remained, like the iris of an old fashioned camera closing down.

"It's okay, baby, sweetheart. You're okay." Hands held her, stroked her hair and cheek. Soft kisses pressed to her hair.

She hadn't passed out completely. She could remember him catching her, springing out of the bed impossibly quick before guiding her back onto it. She even recalled her thought at the time, watching him rush toward her: 'Well, now it's Nude Day.'

"I'm fine. But nice catch, bro." She looked down between them, into the narrow space left as he cradled her to his naked body. "Thanks for joining me for Nude Day or, should I say, 'Nude Morning."

"Nude Morning?" He seemed amused more than confused.

"Yeah. I decided we are honoring Nude Morning first, followed by Nude Breakfast, and then perhaps Nude Brunch, or maybe Nude Second Breakfast followed by Nude Elevenses.

"Ooh. nude Elevenses? Never heard of such decadence." He shook his head, mocking disgust. "And with his sister at that, a mere slip of a girl. That would be the talk of the shire."

She laughed, happy. She hadn't heard him use his 'Hobbit' accent in years. He'd gone through a phase where every aspect of modern life was narrated by a rather judgmental resident of Tolkien's Shire. She reached up to place her palm on his chest. It felt solid, hard. "So, what were we talking about?"

"Before you suddenly decided to wash your face? It was our apparent shared talent to bring the other to a rapid and powerful climax."

"That's right. Including the prodigious climax I just washed off. So my talent is real; yours remains hypothetical."

"That's not fair. You stopped me."

"You let your wandering fingers veer out of bounds. And then panicked." She almost cringed. She didn't want him taken back to last night's rejection of her offer, his denial of the delightful intimacy they had begun. "You're right. It wasn't fair. I stopped you."

"That's right. You did." He looked a little concerned: she didn't normally agree with him in these playful debates.

"I stopped you from a fair chance at showing me your talent for getting your sexy Sylphy sister off, fast and hard. Maybe a whole epic series of times, if I recall your words."

"Exactly. I had no chance. I only got one brief chance to nibble on and taste your perfect little nipples. You got all night playing with my cock with your legs, those talented little fingers..."

"I was asleep." She laughed as she said it.

"...and then you got at least two tastes to my one. Unfair."

"We agree. So what would make it fair, poor deprived little brother? Do you want another chance? Another taste of me with those sweet lips, that tantalizing tongue?" She eased back onto the bed, watching his eyes bounce between her face and the twin nipples that rose up from her slight chest.

He didn't answer with immediate words. Kneeling above her prone body, he bent his head to one breast. His breath was hot, but she felt the nipple pull tight in a way more like responding to sudden icy cold.

His knees shifted between her outstretched legs. Her thighs opened to make room for him. His delay made her restless, more eager for him to renew his attention to her nipples that had so effected her last night. She moaned when he lowered his weight onto her. Her legs eased wider until she felt hard chest, rising with full, powerful breaths, pushing into tingling wetness where she had lost control, before he had caught her, steering her onto the bed. Our bed now.

"Yes, baby girl, wonderful Lizzy, I want a second taste of you." His lips were so close she could feel the air vibrate over her breast. "I need a second, deeper taste of you. Are you ready?"

"Yes, dammit." She nodded. "I'm ready. Oh! Fuck! Ahhh!"

Electricity shocked through her system, a flash of bright light blinding her. Abandoning her nipples without even the slightest touch, Todd had instead shifted down, burying his face between her thighs. The first slurping lick stunned her, both with its location and its intensity, before he abruptly slowed down.

Her hands were in his hair, twisting hard, searching for something solid to cling to.

Her legs stretched out, toes extending, shuddering. No words escaped her, just a primal, prolonged howl. She cried out to the ceiling and the sky above it. Tossed in a whirlwind of too-sudden pleasure, her mind strove for anything stable, concrete.

That fickle, untamed trickster that is the brain offered up an image, a sensation and memory, rock solid, recent and real. She felt again, saw with a close-up ringside seat, his rigid cock pulse, swell, pulse in her hand. Her little hand controlling him, dragging him beyond any self control.

The image did to her, combined with his continued ministrations, with his sucking slurps and nibbles and licks, what she had done to him with her teasing, touching and tasting: she exploded.

TODD

He had fully intended to renew his focus on the hard little nipples capping each perfect handful of firm breast. But the idea of tasting his sister and her earlier comments about how soaking wet he'd made her, combined with the sensation of those marvelous legs opening wide, inspired a different, even more intimate urge.

She was soaked, swollen, sweet. All the doubts that had held back Todd were gone now, vanquished for good. This was where he was meant to be, between Lizzy's long legs, bringing his sister ecstasies and delights no one else could provide her.

Instinct carried him, guided his actions. This was not about ideas of technique and method. This was about hunger, lust, and soul-deep love unleashed, about a dam breaking, torn asunder under the irresistible pressure of forbidden desire finally made real.

His only guide was Lizzy, and what her feverish responses offered him. He licked, sucked, and nibbled where she held him with twin fists in his hair. When her slim hips heaved upward with her cry, his lips and tongue slipped lower, tasting deeper between swollen folds.

When those hips rocked back down, he took what was offered, concentrating his attention higher, finding a smaller, harder swelling, almost hidden, that triggered a stronger reaction. Toned, lean thighs shook close along each side of his head.

Her cry rose to a scream. Long legs latched behind his back, thighs a crushing squeeze against his ears as she locked him to her. Even muffled inside this sudden vice, he heard his sister call out his name, her voice raw, again and again.

Juices flowed over his chin, almost hot. His hands seized her hips, clinging to her. He could feel the sylph's whole body tensed, racked with spasm after spasm.

When her humping, grinding motion slowed a little, her cries softening, his hands pulled her closer, burying his face deeper against her. The leg lock around his head had only begun to ease when he was rewarded by a second clinch securing him in place. Her middle arched up, off the bed, straining, lifting him with her.

Under his fingers he could feel the firm muscles of her cheeks clenching along with the renewed shuddering of her thighs. Higher up, he could see twin points, nipples hardened in pleasure, protruding up from her chest.

A second time his sister fell limp, her thighs relaxing around his head. Her body collapsed back on to the bed. He was an addict. He was ravenous for more, riding the rush of delight brought to him by driving his beautiful sister to such a response. He needed this, needed her, his hunger for her pleasure continuing to grow with no end in sight.

He licked and kissed at her, slurping up the sweet juices that had soaked his chin. Half kneeling, his hands pulled her limp form closer, pinning her to him as closely as her squeezing thighs had held him. The cries he heard were softer, dazed, wordless.

Long legs began a languid motion, swimming in waters only she could feel. Bare feet stroked at his back, his sides before toes pushed underneath him, finding him stiff and hard, quickly retreating.

"Todd..." Lizzy's voice sounded worried, dragged his attention to her. "Uh oh."

"Wha...what is it, baby?" He was immediately concerned, eager to console her.

"I think you better come up from there. Remember that scary monster, the one that was poking at me on the couch? I think I felt it down there, near the foot of the bed. You better come up here where it's safe."

Todd instead ran a long, slow lick high between her thighs. She shivered. "Are you sure? I kinda like it down here."

The exploring foot found him again, traced along his length. "Yeah. It's down there alright. And I think it might be even bigger now than it was last night."

Todd levered himself up into his hands and knees, smiling at her, marveling at how incredible his sister looked, totally exposed, skin flushed red with a shimmering haze of nervous sweat. "Even bigger? That's hard to imagine."

She matched his smile. "I know. Scary, huh? Now come up here, lover."

Lover. A single word that encompassed so much of what had changed in the last few hours. He crawled up, his knees keeping her bare legs wide, open to him.

She giggled. "Looks like somebody else might need to wash the cum off their face.

He stopped, strong arms holding his weight up over her. He licked a circle around his lips much as she had earlier. "Is Nude Day breakfast always this delicious?"

"I hope you take your time, sexy brother, and do plenty of sampling to make sure. But don't forget to save room for Nude Brunch."

"And Elevenses." He added.

"Of course. Now come here and kiss your perfect sylphy sister."

"You like being called a sylph, don't you?"

"Yep. No matter how you spell it. Though my dream crush telling me all the ways I'm perfect for him doesn't hurt either."

"All the ways? That might take a while."

"Then save some for later. I need kisses."

He kissed her, but again not where she expected. Instead, he lowered his weight, planting a series of short pecks on one stiff nipple. She whined, then squirmed under him when he sucked it in between his lips. His tongue found the tender trapped tip, flicked over it rapidly as her writhing intensified, hand now scrabbling at his back.

Like last night, he felt tension fill her, slim body vibrating, pinned under him. This time, he knew he could bring on her next climax without any other contact at all. He felt her slim hips begin to hump, grinding up and down. He let the nipple escape his lips with a loud pop, seized it again, renewing his tongue's attack.

Her chest heaved, gasps punctuating each breath. Vaguely, he was aware of fingernails digging into his shoulders. As close as she was, he sensed - he knew - that she was resisting, holding back her release. Denying him.

When her hips ground down again, he arched his back, shoving his own hips forward. Hers rose, dragging the entire length of her soaked slit, already sensitized by his early attentions, up over the swollen, full head of his 'monster' now shoved into its path.

"Oh Fuck!" She screamed. Arms constricted around him, her whole body locked in rigid tension. He shoved his hips between her thighs, grinding his length into her now-pulsing, soaked center. His tongue still flicking, licking, he gloried in her helpless throes, her lost, disconsolate cries that seemed to go on and on.

LIZZY

Even after muscles began to relax, tremors easing, she struggled to regain a semblance of clear, rational thought, or even a solid bearing on who and where she was. Part of that was the continuing stimulation ranging over her poor tingling little pussy and its overwrought concentration of jangled nerves. Irregular, startlingly intense jot of electricity still fired through her body, from her chest and between her thighs both.

The two places Todd still touched, teased. Her brother. He was here, in her - no, their - bed. It was a struggle, but awareness was returning to her. She couldn't remember ever feeling an orgasm that left her so lost, like she had left her body. The first two had been intense, but nothing like this.

Had he actually made her cum three times - before he was even inside her?

"Todd." It came out as a breathless, raspy whisper. He lifted his face enough to look at her before he answered. The reprieve brought by his mouth abandoning her nipple was a relief and a torment both. It made it easier for her to focus her jangled thoughts, left her deprived, eager for his lips and tongue to return.

"Yes, sweet goddess?" His eyes were bright, sparkling with delight.

She swallowed before trying to say more. "The monster is right here. I don't think I can resist it."

"No? Do you want to resist it? Do you want me to chase it away."

"No!" She shook her head. "Todd. I know it's really naughty, I shouldn't want it, but I do."

"Tell me, baby."

"I want your monster to stretch me open and fill me up."

"Yeah? You sure?"

She nodded, jaw set. "I want you, Todd. Inside me, as deep as you can go. Now. Please."

No doubt showed in his face, in contrast to his panicked apologies and questioning last night. His eyes held hers, filled with love for her in a way she knew in her heart he had never looked at anyone before.

She felt him move up, pushing against her. Her body responded, easing open, welcoming him, guiding him inside. At least until his head began to stretch her wide. "Wait.""You okay?" His concern was clear.

"More than okay. Just go slow."

He did. Almost achingly slow. Moving together, gradually, more and more of her brother filled her, only to ease back in retreat. At first she thought his tortuous pace was concern for her comfort, and it may have indeed begun that way. But she soon realized he was enjoying the tease, his eyes drinking in the increasing squirms his casual rhythm forced on her.

She studied her brother's face, at once so familiar and so freshly new to her. The face of her patient, adoring lover, her thrillingly forbidden, taboo bed-mate. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. His breaths came quicker, panted through those beautiful bowed lips that had kissed her, sucked her, driven her mad with pleasure. Lips still smeared with her own escaped juices.

He offered a small, almost strained smile, looking down at her. "Ready, beautiful Sylph?"

"Yes!"

He pulled back, pushed in, still slow, but deeper, more forceful then before.

"Oh my...Todd!"

She might have heard him chuckle before a rushing roar filled her ears. She was filled completely, the strain felt from her pointing, flexing toes to the tingling back of her skull. He stopped there, his groin pressed hard between her thighs, pushing them wide.

She tried to focus her eyes, failed. Trying again, she blinked several times before the face above her sharpened. Even though he smiled broadly down at her she could still see the strain he was under.

"Baby?"

The simple endearment thrilled her. Her throat tightened, like she might start to cry. He didn't wait for an answer.

"I...you're so perfect. I'm not going to last much longer." As he spoke, she felt his hips ease their forward pressure.

"Don't!"

He looked confused. She tried again. "Don't hold back. Don't last much longer."

"But we shouldn't...I'm not wearing a..."

His words, along with the slight relaxation of his pressure into her, brought on an unreasonable panic. Her legs wrapped around him, ankles crossed, locking him to her, preventing his retreat. "No. Don't you dare pull out. Please. Fill me up."

His face looked shocked, but his body responded, understood her demand, pumping into her faster, harder than before, in small movements that kept the monster inside her almost unbearably deep. She heard his breaths grow ragged, saw his eyes lose focus.

"That's it, big brother. Fill your sister." The sheen of sweat now covered his chest. He was so close and she knew it, knew his release would fuel her own.

"Flood me with your fucking cum!"

He growled, or groaned, or moaned. It was a pained sound, an animal cry. She felt a searing jet pumping impossibly deep in her belly. A second.

Her own cry joined his, her orgasm erupting, spasming, as though her body knew to milk this thick shaft inside her, to squeeze as much of his hot, fertile cum out of him, to flood her deepest reaches with her brother's seed.

She had no idea how many times he shot into her, how long her own climax tossed her on the tempest's irresistible waves. Eventually, he collapsed onto her, into her arms. After another timeless interval, he rolled to the side, to wrap strong arms around her, pull her nude, limp body to his. Her hand stroked idly over his bare chest, enjoying their blissful closeness.

Fingers felt his chest rise and fall in a silent laugh.

"What?"

"'Oh my Todd!'" He sounded like a Shakespearean actor.

"Huh?" She was still having trouble thinking clearly.

"You yelled out 'oh my Todd.' Like 'oh my God.'"

She leaned close, kissed his cheek, then curled against him, her head resting on his chest. "You are my Todd, dearest. And what you did to me was pretty much religious. I think I had an out-of-body experience."

She noticed how close his nipple was to her, with her head on his chest this way. It took only a slight effort to seal her lips around it, gently.

"Ahhh! Lizzy!" She let her tongue swirl over it, was rewarded by his hips making a single jerking heave toward her. "My god!"

She released him, thrilled she could bring out such an intense reaction so easily. "Your 'god?' Don't you think you should cry out to your goddess? It's not every day a mortal gets to take a immortal elemental spirit as a lover."

"Point well taken." His hands began to move over her back, one sliding down to grab one bare cheek, pull her midsection closer to him. "How shall this mortal worship you now, goddess?"

"Oh let me see. I can think of so many ways, especially on this most nude of days." She kissed his cheek again. "But you should rest this mortal body a bit, lest I overtax it with my divine appetite."

TODD

He put up a token effort to keep her in the bed with him, but the suggestion of rest was very tempting. He had not slept much at all last night. His final sight before sleep drifted over him was his gorgeous Lizzy slipping out of the bedroom, entirely, breathtakingly nude. She had a bounce in her step, almost skipping on her toes. That lengthened, added smooth curves to her truly Sylph-like legs and emphasized the flawless tone of each compact, round, tan buttock.

If he tossed, turned, or change positions, he had no knowledge of it. He slept the sleep of the exhausted and sexually sated.

Memories, feelings, impressions and reactions tumbled over his fogged consciousness as he woke in the unfamiliar bed.

His beautiful sister screaming his name.

Searing sharp nails breaking skin, dragging down his back.

Her legs, so very smooth under his touch.

Shame, at his physical reaction to her pleasure. Doubt. Panic.

His own erupting pleasure, into her and onto her.

The trusting love in her mesmerizing eyes.

Trust.

Love.

She had spoken of both. And she was right. When he thought of Lizzy now, sex was immediately there, front and center. Even just realizing the fact, he felt his groin stir to life, shifting position under the sheet.

But the immediate sexual associations, of lips and tongues, nipples and panting breath, of primal sharing of DNA, were all close to the surface. Deep down, when he marveled in his sister and lover, those things stood on a foundation. A deep foundation providing their stable, strong base.

And that base was trust and love. Deeper now. Didn't the Greeks have three names for different kinds of love? He'd thought he loved her completely before today, but now had added Eros, an additional distinct kind of love. Trusted her more, in many ways. Not least of which was the thought of having cum, so incredibly hard, deep inside her unprotected belly. He trusted her even in that, without question, when she begged for, demanded, that he fill her with his seed. Both the trust and the love he felt for his sister had grown, increased, deepened.

The sheet loosely covering him started to move, sliding downward. "Wha...?"

A familiar giggle reached him as the light cotton slid off the bed, leaving him completely exposed.

Lizzy stood there, radiantly naked, her smile bright enough to distract his blinking eyes from focusing only on her bare, beautiful, bronzed body. She dropped the corner of the sheet, letting it fall the the floor, and nodded her approval. "Now that's the Nude Day sight I was missing. I like seeing you like that, in our bed."

"Our bed?"

"You called it that. Remember?"

He gave her a smile of his own. "Well, if this is our bed, why is only one of us in it? Join me, lovely Lizzy."

"Hmm. I think I will."

She turned to snag a large plate off the dresser, brought it to the nightstand near the bed. Then she was sliding in next to him, long legs folding under her. "You slept through Nude Breakfast and Brunch. So I brought you Nude Elevenses."

She twisted, reaching, giving him a profile view of a perfect breast and nipple, before offering him a orange slice of ripe cantaloupe melon from the plate. He let her feed him. She followed with a couple of grapes and another slice of melon. She knew it was his favorite.

"I could get used to this."

"Sharing a bed with your sylphy sister, or being fed fruit by an immortal?"

"Do I have to pick one? I like the combination." He opened his mouth for another bite. She obliged him.

Looking up at his sister, he started trying to explain what he had thought earlier. About trust and love in her and how they had changed for him. How they had grown. About a new kind of love and deeper levels of trust.The specifics of the concepts didn't seem nearly as clear to him now, spoken out aloud, as his waking, dreamy thoughts had been. He stumbled on his words, frustration building.

Pausing to gather his thoughts, to try again, he saw twin tears running down his beloved sibling's cheeks. She was crying now, over his fumbled, awkward words.

He scrambled to a seated position, wrapping her in his arms. "Lizzy. It's okay."

He could feel sobs shake her body, feel more damp tears against his shoulder. "Sweet Lizzy. I'm so sorry. It's a good thing, really. I didn't mean to upset you, baby. What I meant was..."

"Shut up, Todd." Her voice was constricted. She pushed back away, glaring at him with tear-smeared eyes. "You idiot. I'm crying 'cause I'm happy, 'cause you are so damned wonderful. The best man I've ever known."

"Oh." He let that sink in.

"Now kiss me." She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Then her hands were on his chest, pushing him back, eyes twinkling.

"Never mind. I have a better idea. Come with me." She was off the bed, standing, offering him her hands. Once he was up she led him to the bathroom, turned on the water in the shower. While that warmed, she handed him a bottle of blue mouthwash. "Here. Rinse."

The shower was a revelation. Four hands explored two soapy bodies. Kisses were leisurely, languid, frequent. It was erotic more than sexual, slow and dreamy. Todd was erect, completely stiff even before his sister soaped him there, but he felt no urge, no hurry to take things further. Not yet. When he held her from behind, sudsing her front while he held her back to him, it was an intimate sharing, a commingled joining of two halves of a single whole, rather than foreplay fueled by lust.

He knew, and he knew absolutely that she knew, that they would have sex again and soon. The deep sexual attraction, the arousal, hunger and need, were all there. But it wasn't at the forefront. Here and now, naked and slick with soapy water, they each shared themselves with their sibling, offered all of themselves willingly to their new lovers, with total and complete love and trust. It was a sensation he had never felt anything close to before, but it still felt familiar, inevitable, right.

Being able to spend so much time, so intimate, with his entirely nude sister, slick with water and soap, was a revelation. And an honor. If not for her adoring attentions to him his own state would have been close to worship. Sylphs were immortal, elementals, but this SILF was a goddess made flesh. And this was a goddess whose divine beauty made flesh his every ideal, from flawless legs to perfect ripe breasts and radiant visage.

Lizzy had lowered herself to her knees before him, carefully rinsing him clean of soap. What had been more intimate than sexual changed when he saw the way she looked at him, felt the way her hand began to slowly, rhythmically stroke his rigid shaft. He saw hunger, focused and eager.

He watched her mouth open, her pink tongue slip out. Her breath was warm even in the steamy shower. A groan escaped him when she stopped, lips so very close.

Deep, moist eyes turned upward, found his. "May I?"

Two simple words; a polite, formal request. Two captivating eyes, radiating an innocence that belied the request's base nature. Combing together, her words and eyes, her position kneeling before him and that open, wanton mouth, rekindled their taboo lust, bringing his newly-admitted sexual ardor back to the forefront.

Struck speechless, he managed a nod, granting her permission. A lick, followed by a brief sucking. Another lick. He was an ice cream cone, freshly scooped and not yet melting, so she could take her time and enjoy each small taste.

He groaned, his knees suddenly weak. When his hands started to rise, reaching out to hold her head, he stopped them. He wanted nothing to interfere with the magic she was performing with her lips and tongue, nothing to change the perfect, steady rhythm of his sister's sweet mouth bobbing on him, nothing to stop the wet little sounds escaping her.

He leaned back against the tiled wall as the sensations she brought him intensified. It would have been one of the most physically overwhelming pleasures he had ever experienced even if hadn't been her, but seeing, hearing, knowing it was his beloved and trusted sister transcended the physical. He was lost in ecstasy he had never believed possible.

"Oh god. Uh! Lizzy." It was a struggle to get words out. "I'm so close."

Her mouth left him with a loud 'pop.' "No!"

"Hold it. Please." She was struggling to her feet, glossy, swollen lips panting. She managed a smile, her hand wrapping slim fingers as far as they could reach around his stiff shaft, stroking. "I want this - I want you, big, big, brother - inside me."

She turned off the water, leg him by those teasing, slick fingers to the bed, both of them still soaked from the shower. She pushed him back, onto the blankets, then crawled onto the bed, kneeling over, straddling him.

His head swam with emotions, sights, wonder, joy. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so flawlessly naked. He stared as she guided him up to meet her descending hips, as she sank down, taking him slowly, slickly, inside. It felt hot, tight, and right, the place he was meant to be.

She grinned down at him, tension clear across her face and increasing as she lowered her body.

"Oh, Todd." Her hips met him. "So fucking deep. So fucking good."

She began to rock, writhe, ride him, her eyes locked on him.

He had pictured this so many times, with Suz and by himself, but with three major differences.

This time his eyes were open, unwilling to close for even an instant, in case they missed any part of it.

Her perfect little breasts, her firm, ripe peaches, bounced and swayed high in her chest, but without the pale tan lines of his imagination.

This was not his imagination, his dream, his fantasy. This was real, with his cock buried deep up into his sweet sister, with her frantically straining movements increasing now.

"Todd. I'm gonna, Oh Todd. Please." Her words were a harsh tortured whisper. He knew what Lizzy wanted, what Lizzy needed. He knew in every cell in his body and mind. And the cells responded, shooting wave after wave streaming up into her belly as she clamped down around his length with hot, pulsing, clenching release.

She screamed then. "Oh shit fucking goddam yesss!"

She collapsed on him, spent, lungs struggling to drag in air. He held her, kissing at the side of face, letting his hands roam over her lean, long wet body.

Neither spoke until their breaths had slowed, pulses returning to near normal. Todd remembered what day it was, that she had already bought tickets.

"It's still early, Liz. If you'd like, I could still take you to the Celebration of the Skin..."

"No!" She pushed up onto her hands, her eyes blazing. Then they softened. "No. It's sweet to offer, but I don't want to share my dreamy brother, my naked, nude wonderful new lover with anyone else. I want you all to myself, sexy man."

Warmth flooded him. He felt his throat tighten, emotionally overwhelmed. "I can live with that, sweet sylphy sister."

The End