MARLO

"Oh my god, Nick, what is that?" I heard Marlo's voice say as I startled awake. I could feel my blind step-sister's hand on my morning wood through my pajamas.

I struggled out of sleep and up in the bed, and then brusquely brushed Marlo's left hand off from where it was resting, on my very hard six and a half-inch cock.

"Fuck!" I cried, "What the hell are you doing!"

"You overslept. I was just trying to wake you up to tell you that breakfast is ready."

My sister Marlo is a 19-year old brunette with medium-length hair who is sensitive about her looks, although I think she's beautiful in her own goofy way. Her front teeth stick out a bit, because she refused to get braces, and her blind brown eyes look, well, blind. But she has a nice and rather curvy figure, and she's definitely cute. And at 5 feet 9 inches she's kind of tall, although thank goodness I'm an inch taller.

Anyway, she was sitting on the edge of my bed, herself still in her flannel nightie that revealed some of the shape of her medium breasts with their nipples poking the fabric. She's been blind from birth, and had been adopted by my parents when they didn't think they could have kids—and then the next year I was born.

"Was I touching your penis?" Marlo said, and then covered her mouth in a pantomime of surprise.

Her performance would not have won an Academy Award.

I'm sure she knew she was touching my cock, and since I was really soundly asleep she might have had her hand on my erection for maybe a minute or more before I woke up. But you need to be careful about teasing a blind girl, and possibly she had accidentally— without being able to see what she was doing—put her hand on my crotch, and then she was maybe too shocked by my erection to move her hand away? Didn't seem entirely likely.

Anyway, Marlo couldn't see me blush, and actually this wasn't the first time she'd touched me there. When we play-wrestled she'd sometimes win by at key moments putting one of her hands on semi-erect cock saying, "What's this?" And I'd get distracted and let her go and say, "Stop that!" as she still clutched my hardening penis—and then she would pin me. But I think this was the first time she'd touched my cock when I was completely hard.

"No!" I said with a sigh, "You pervert. You were touching my pajamas."

"But what was that hard, warm thing under your pajamas?" Marlo said, and laughed.

"Uh...It's just a toy I sleep with," I said grimly, in what was an obvious lie, but which I hoped would put her off since clearly we were already on dangerous ground, just one day after our parents had left on their two-week trip to Europe.

But Marlo was clearly in a mood for some reason to push it, and to my amazement she said with mock innocence, "Oh, can I play with your toy?"

And then she started reaching back to my still hard morning erection.

"No!" I said in shock, and swatted her hand away again. What had gotten into her? I finally realized that it was because Mom and Dad were gone. And suddenly there was part of me that wanted to call her bluff and let her touch me there if she wanted to, but having been swatted away twice she seemingly was ready to give up for the moment.

"Touchy, touchy," Marlo said, and then added in a matter-of-fact way, "Anyway, breakfast is ready. Come on out and eat it before it gets cold. I made eggs."

I wondered if maybe I had I been blowing things out of proportion, and imagining things, in my sleep-addled mind.

"Okay. Thanks sis," I said, a little confused, "I'll be there in a minute."

With that Marlo got up and expertly guided herself without the use of a cane out of my bedroom and back to the dining room. We kept the house clean so she wouldn't trip, and she only needed to use a cane when walking outside.

Often I jerked off first thing in the morning, but locking myself in the bathroom for that didn't seem like a good idea at the moment (that would take a little while, and her sense of hearing was good), so I just brushed my teeth, managed to pee once my stiffy had gone down, washed my hands, and then came out to the dining room.

Marlo cooking eggs was really a nice accomplishment. Of course blind people can cook, but it's not easy. We have a special stove and ingredients in special containers that help make this possible.

Anyway, I wanted to show Marlo that I appreciated her work, and also that I was not upset about the "erection touching episode," as I was already thinking of it, and so I said as I saw the nice breakfast of scrambled eggs cooked with white cheddar cheese and pepper like I like it, toast with butter, and grapefruit, "Wow, thanks Lo," which is a nick-name I sometimes use for her. And I added, "This looks and smells great!"

"Thanks! Nothing's too good for my little bro," Marlo said, and then with a mischievous buck-toothed smile she said, "Did you bring your bedtime toy with you to the table?"

"Ha ha!," I said, digging into the eggs, and now knowing for sure that I hadn't imagined things. And so I added, "Yeah, sort of, but it's a kind of toy that can change size, and it's smaller now."

We obviously never talked this way around our parents. And in fact we'd never gone this far before when alone together, although some weird moments had happened between us over the years about bodies, weird sort-of flirting, and stuff.

She kept up her teasing smile and tone of voice, and said, "Your toy was kind of big before. How big would you say it is—7 inches?"

I stopped mid-bite to open my mouth in surprise that she'd said that, but then chewed and swallowed and decided to play along with her on the thin ice.

"Actually, it's six and a half inches when it's big."

And in fact, as we were talking about my cock it started to get hard again, which was actually somewhat obvious as I looked down at the beginnings of a little tent in my pjs as I was sitting there—but, of course, she couldn't see that.

"Well," Marlo added in a joking tone of voice, "If you ever want to let me play with your six and a half inch toy, let me know."

"What?" I said, shocked again, and laughed. But then I made an effort to keep up with what she was doing, and aded, "Okay Lo," I said, "You'll be the first to know. But keep this in mind. You're not the only sibling who can sneak into the other's bedroom when they're asleep and..." I wasn't sure what to say next.

"And what?" Marlo said.

"And touch someone else's...toy," I said awkwardly and uncertainly—and suddenly felt like I'd gone too far and felt ashamed. What was I saying to my blind step-sister?

But she said, "Go ahead! Since Mom and Dad aren't here, I don't care. Come in my bedroom any time you want."

"But what if it's the middle of the night?" I asked, shocked again by what I was saying.

Now it was Marlo's turn to pause while eating. She looked a little surprised, but was clearly determined to appear bold.

I felt guilty in that I had the advantage that I could see her, and she couldn't see me. But as you've already guessed that actually wasn't much of an advantage.

Marlo said slowly, "As you know, our bedroom doors don't have locks. Mom said we needed to be available for the other person at any time, day or night. And so feel free to come into my bedroom in the middle of the night, or anytime you want—to talk, touch toys, or anything you want."

As she said this I couldn't help but let out a little gasp of surprise. It wasn't just what she said, but the the way that she said it, in a slightly sexy way. But since Marlo does have a lot of real toys and stuffed animals, I wondered if maybe I was leaping to conclusions. I couldn't quite tell if she was joking or not.

Marlo smiled in victory at my stunned almost-silence, and ate another bite of her breakfast with her Cheshire cat grin.

****

After breakfast I did the dishes and fed the cats. We have two girl cats, Rey and Holdo, named after characters in the the Star Wars movie The Last Jedi that we like. When we watch movies together I usually describe what's happening in each scene to Marlo as it's happening. I've gotten kind of good at it, and it's one of our special bonding things that we do together.

"Hey, you want to go to the pool?" I suddenly heard behind me.

Turning around I saw that Marlo was already in her swimsuit—a revealing dark blue bikini that I'd never seen before.

Marlo's breasts are curvy and almost pointy, and the top of the bikini showed off her very nice cleavage. It almost looked like she was in Wonder Woman's sexy underwear.

And her bikini bottom was rather revealing too.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Marlo said, seeming pleased at my evident surprise that she correctly perceived from another little gasp she got out of me.

"Oh my god," I finally said, not even trying to hide my awe at Marlo's sexy body, as I kept looking at her up and down. Lo's other bathing suits for her whole life had been one piece ones that covered up as much as possible.

"Thanks," Marlo said, and blushed.

"Do Mom and Dad know that you have this bikini?" I asked as I studied her bikini bottom and thought in a forbidden way about my step-sister's cunt. This was not hard to do, because she hadn't shaved and quite a number of pussy hairs were outside of the bikini—making it almost seem that you were already looking at a little of Marlo's black-haired pussy.

"No. Rachel got it for me as a present, and dared me to wear it once Mom and Dad left."

"Ah, Rachel, now I understand," I said.

"Rachel says hi to you, by the way," Marlo said, adding, "And she probably wouldn't want me to say this to you, but she thinks you're tall, dark, handsome, and nice."

"What?!" I said.

Rachel was Marlo's sighted friend, and actually a stunningly beautiful blond woman with a weird sense of humor and an equally hot body that was even more voluptuous than Lo's. Rachel was way out of my league, but she had kindly responded in a mild way to my pathetic attempts to flirt with her when she came over to see Marlo.

"I can't believe Rachel said that—although her saying 'nice' is really the kiss of death. But anyway, she didn't actually see you in this bikini, right?" I added.

"No," Marlo blushed, and said, "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, You look great. You are really beautiful in that, Lo. Only, it's kinda like seeing my sister in her undies."

"But you think I'm beautiful?" Marlo said, with a tone of vulnerability.

"Oh yeah," I said, not being a cruel person. Marlo and I do like to tease each other, but actually we've almost always gotten along really well, and we really do love each other. And we do try to boost each other's confidence. And Marlo was beautiful, especially in that bikini—in a buck-toothed and blind way.

I said sincerely, "You are really beautiful in that, but there's just one thing..."

Marlo said, "What?"

"I don't know how to say this without just coming out and saying it, but some of your...vagina hairs are outside of your bikini."

"Vagina hairs!" Marlo said and laughed, "Is that what you call them? I know where your teenage mind is buddy!" and she laughed again, finally adding, "They're pubic hairs!" And then laughed some more.

"Yeah, pubic hair! Sorry" I said, turning red with embarrassment and laughing too.

But she was embarrassed as well, and finally said, a few seconds after our real but awkward laughter died down, "Mom usually shaves me there. But she forgot to before she left. It's kind of delicate for a blind person. Would you do it?"

"Me?" I said, hesitating, and then as she looked downcast I added, "If you want me to, sure, but shouldn't we get Rachel or another one of your women friends to do something like that?"

"Rachel's away on a trip too for the next couple of days. And all my other friends are blind."

"Oh. OK. Sure. I do shave myself, and so I guess that's something that's in my skill set, but..."

"But?" Marlo said, "You're going to chicken out? A while ago you were going to come visit me in the middle of the night, and now you can't even help me with a little grooming?"

"No! I...uh," I said, suddenly realizing it was probably rude and stupid not to do this, or to make a bigger deal of it than it was, and so I finally blurted out, "Sure! If you want me to do it, let's do it! Shall we go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, good idea," Marlo said, and so we both walked in there.

In a little while she was, at her suggestion, positioned on the closed toilet with her legs apart, and I was down on my knees, with my face less than a foot away from my step-sister's pussy. Yes, she had a bikini on, but it was maybe the closest my face had ever been to a woman there.

Since I was a somewhat shy 18-year old virgin, with almost no experience, I was trembling a little and couldn't help myself from breathing a bit hard as I was right next to my sister's crotch, holding what she'd given me—a small can of women's shaving gel in my left hand, and a women's razor in my right.

"You seem a little nervous, Ben. I can feel you breathing on me. It's ok. I think you'll do fine. Let me get a little closer to you and spread my legs more apart so that you can see better."

And as she said that she spread her legs wide apart and scooted toward me on the toilet until my left hand was actually touching the middle of her warm bikini clad pussy—which, after a second of shock, I pulled away.

"Sorry!" I said.

"No worries!" She said, laughing at my nervousness. She was clearly calmer about this than I was, and added, "I think you might need to touch my bikini sometimes as you shave my vagina hair."

"Ha ha!" I said, "very funny. You're not going to let me forget that I said that."

"Nope," she said, and laughed again and then smiled in her buck-toothed way that I find so adorable.

But suddenly I got really serious, because I didn't want to make a mistake. I decided to try to start with her left inner thigh, which was indeed right next to the swelling mounds of her pussy.

I said, "Okay, I'm going to rub a little bit of your shaving gel around this area"—and in my nervousness I was pointing in a way tgat she obviously couldn't see.

"What area?" Marlo said.

"Sorry. This area," I said, and then slowly and gently rubbed my index finger up and down on her pubic hair of her left inner thigh, just where her bikini started.

"Oh, that tickles," Marlo said, and giggled and squirmed a little.

"Sorry," I said, realizing how tricky this was going to be, and then I added, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all." I had been enjoying almost touching Marlo's pussy.

"Why not?" Marlo asked, suddenly seeming like her feelings were hurt, "What you did only tickled a little. It actually felt kinda good."

"Well," I said, deciding to confess a little of what I was feeling and thinking, "I am your step brother, but I'm also an 18-year old guy. You're my blind step-sister, but you're also a pretty woman whose privates I'm kind of almost touching. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you Lo, and I hope you trust me, but..." I was suddenly feeling like we were both getting very vulnerable here to an epic mistake.

"I do trust you, Nick. Completely. You should know that. Keep going."

"Well, Okay," I said, with some hesitancy, because I wan't sure I could completely trust myself.

Getting back to the task, and looking again at Marlo's pubic hair that was outside of her bikini, I suddenly realized something else, and said, "And, Marlo, well, now that I think of it and am seeing the situation...up close, there is something else, and this will probably change your mind about me doing this."

"What is it now?" Marlo said, a bit exasperated.

"Well, if you really want me to do a good job, so that no pubic hair is visible when you wear this bikini, I think you might need to be shaved wearing something that's a little smaller than this bikini."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Marlo said, "Mom usually just does it when I'm nude."

"Well then," I said with both relief and regret, "clearly we need to just wait for Mom to get back from the trip," and then I started struggling to get myself up from the confined space I was in between the bathtub and my sister's crotch.

"No, silly!" Marlo said, "Don't give up so easily. I'll just put on some undies that will make it easier. I'll be right back."

I sighed, finished getting up and let her by, and then waited myself on the closed toilet for Marlo to get back. I heard her in her next-door bedroom open her dresser drawer, take out some undies, and then I could barely hear her taking off her bikini bottoms and putting on some underwear.

Marlo walked back into the bathroom, spread her arms out to present herself, and said, "Ta da! Will these work? They are some slightly small undies I have."

She was in a pair of white undies that seemed a bit small for her, for they revealed a bit more of her pubic hair, and they slightly hugged the form of her pussy mounds.

"Oh! Sure. Let's try!" I said. Clearly she was determined to do this.

I was accepting that while our parents were gone Marlo wanted to show off for her brother, and maybe get some human contact along with the grooming. Fair enough. Go with flow, I told myself. Marlo had often confessed to me that she was lonely, even though she had some friends. But she'd never had a serious boyfriend.

I got up and we awkwardly moved around each other as she again assumed the position of spreading her legs wide for me on the closed toilet.

I was somewhat turned on, but also somewhat successfully controlling it at that moment, because mainly I wanted to be careful. But I noticed that right at the center of her widely spread legs there was a tiny damp spot on her white undies, which I realized must have come from her vagina. Was she getting excited too?

Ignoring that, I said, "Ok, I'm going to rub in the shaving gel."

I already had a little gob of the clearish shaving gel and a little bit of water from the sink, and I started slowly rubbing it into her inner thigh, right next to her pussy.

She squirmed a little as I did this, but then almost purred, saying, "That feels nice, Nick. A little tickly, but nice."

"Good, I'm glad." I didn't dare say that I was enjoying basically touching around my sister's pussy. My cock clearly was enjoying it too, because as I was doing this it went from a semi to a minute or so later straining and throbbing with hardness in my undies in my PJs. I knew what I had to do as soon as I got done trimming Marlo's pussy.

"Okay," I said, again very serious, "now I'm going to start shaving this side, and so stay very still."

"I will," she said. And she did.

I did sometimes need touch a little of the side of her cunt through her underwear with one hand, as I shaved with the other. I could hear Marlo's breath start to get a little faster as I was delicately touching in different places that side of her pussy mound with my fingers. I also had to rinse the razor in the sink as I shaved her, and that in turn got bits of water on her white undies, which slowly made the undies damp. This slowly made her hairy cunt underneath undies more visible.

When I wasn't shaving I stole peeks of Marlo's spread pussy through her increasingly wet underwear. My cock continued to strain with hardness, and I eventually I thought I could sense some pre cum oozing out of the head of my throbbing erection.

"Ok, now I'm going to massage your other side," I said, making a Freudian slip.

For once Marlo didn't make a teasing comment.

And so I started to do that, gently massaging the little bit of shaving gel around the other side of my sister's pussy, and even a little onto her pussy mound, in a gentle but thorough way—maybe a little too thorough.

"Mmmm," she said, as this went on a little longer than for the other side, "that feels good." And then she added, "I hope you're enjoying yourself a little too.""Uh," I said, trying to make my breathing even, "Mainly I'm focused on being careful."

But then I tried to make a joke out of it, "But there are worse things than touching the body of a beautiful woman—even if she is my wicked step-sister."

Marlo laughed, and then said, "How did you figure out that I'm wicked?"

"Um, pure guess," I said, as I shaved the other side my sister's pussy.

Now her underwear was almost complete wet from me rinsing the razor and bringing it back and forth over and over, dripping across her undies. Slowly I could see more of my sister's generous pussy lips pressing against the wet and now almost see-through fabric. She wasn't quite naked, but having masturbated to hundreds of pics of women spreading their legs on the internet, I knew what I was looking at—and so did my straining cock. I wasn't sure if she knew that she was basically showing her spread cunt to me.

"Okay," I finally said, as casually cheerfully as I could sound, and started getting up, "You're all done! And I don't think I nicked you once." Then I added, "But now I really need you to leave so that I can use the bathroom."

Marlo raised her eyebrows, and then said with a knowing smile, "I'll bet." But then amazingly she just left—although she brushed my chest with her still bikini-top clad breasts as she moved out of our small bathroom.

As soon as she was gone I locked the door, whispered to myself, "Oh my god!" and then turned on the bathwater full blast to hide any noises, took off my pj's and underwear to reveal my circumcised penis standing up with its pinkish-red cock head, got some lotion, and started beating myself off into the sink.

After less than a minute of vigorously massaging my cock while thinking of slowly shoving my erection into Marlo's vagina, I had a powerful orgasm, with cum shooting at high speed on the wall and in the sink. I tried to keep my gasps to a minimum, and fortunately the noise of the running bath water probably hid everything—unless Marlo had her head against the door of the bathroom listening.

I wiped my cum off of the the bathroom wall with a wet washcloth, and then I took a long bath.

****

After all that we did finally go to the community pool in our suburban subdivision. And we both tried to pretend that what had happened that morning hadn't quite happened. And what actually had happened? From a certain point of view, Marlo had put her hand on my penis by accident, and then we'd made some awkward jokes about it. And then I had done some grooming for her, and we'd made some comments about that. But we both knew it was more, and that a charge had happened between us—and one based on feelings that we had had in some form for each other for a while.

At the pool a few guys checked Marlo out, and I told her about them, and she seemed slightly interested, but not much.

"We're both going to college at the end of the summer," Marlo said several hours later over the salmon and broccoli dinner I'd made for us, as I mentioned again the guys at the pool checking her out. She added, "I don't feel I have time to meet some new person. Anyway, from your description some of the guys were older, and maybe a little creepy. Plus they probably didn't know I was blind. Or if they did that's maybe worse."

"Fair enough," I said.

We were both tired, and still acting like things were maybe back to normal, and so after we watched some of the Great British Cooking Show on Netflix, with me providing some descriptions of the people and the food, we both decided to go to bed early. I gave her a chaste little hug and kiss on the cheek, and then went to bed.

To my surprise, I feel asleep fairly quickly, but then woke up in the middle of the night to pee. My bedroom is on one side of our bathroom, and her bedroom is on the other, and seeing that her door was open and her light was on, I decided to peek in to see if she was awake. After all, she'd invited me to come into her room any time, even in the middle of the night.

Walking quietly into her room, I heard her breathing evenly as she lay on her back, apparently asleep. Her overhead light with the dimmer switch was on halfway. She hadn't turned it off, which once-in-a-while being blind she forgot to do. She was sprawled out on her bed not in her flannel nightie on this warm night, but in a t-shirt that might barely cover her waist when pulled all the way down if she was standing up—but it wasn't all the way down.

Her old 90s Cocteau Twins t-shirt was actually up above cute innie her belly button as she was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread. She clearly had no underwear on, since I could see the dark triangle of her still hairy cunt—although I could also now more fully appreciate my careful trimming job. Maybe I should have left, but instead I walked over as close as I dared go to her at the bottom of the bed between her spread legs. With the light on I could see Marlo's cunt more clearly than I'd been able to with her undies, although I wasn't as close, and the light wasn't quite as good.

Still, I could now see Marlo's somewhat prominent pussy lips and the slit-like opening of her vagina that they formed. I felt ashamed to be looking at my step-sister's pussy like this, but also really turned on.

As I stared, my cock started pumping again into a full throbbing erection for her, and to my amazement, and even horror at what I was doing, I untied my pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor, and since I wasn't wearing underwear that night my member sprang out right there, and the foot of her bed I started slowly stroking my warm cock while looking at my sister.

I was beginning to breath heavily, but a couple of minutes later my shame and the shreds of my morals overcame my desire, and I let got of my dick, which remained standing at attention, sighed, and then pulled up my pjs and tied them up.

Just at that moment Marlo stirred, moaned a little, and stretched. Was she awake? I couldn't tell.

But then she slowly show spread out her legs even more, and the slit of her vagina opened very slightly, and then she slowly reached her left hand down to her pussy and started slowly rubbing her moist pussy lips, up and down, and then up and around her clitoris.

"Mmm. Mmmm!" Marlo moaned in a slightly high-pitched and pleased way as she rubbed herself.

Oh my god. I was now peeping on my blind sister masturbating. But since she was clearly awake, I felt like if I walked out now she would almost certainly hear me. And so I was paralyzed on the spot, trying to be silent as Margo fingered her cunt.

She spread her legs a little more, and then to my amazement she put her middle finger very slowly into her vagina, and then started leisurely fucking herself with her finger. Then she moved it out to rub about her clit again and moaned again.

"Mmmm. MMMMMM! Oh!"

I wanted to get out my cock again, but I didn't dare. I'd watched some videos of women pleasuring themselves, but this was another level.

And now I could sometimes catch a little of the scent of Marlo's pussy as she got more aroused, fucking her vagina more vigorously with her finger, and then massaging her clit again. I tried to breathe in quietly this wonderful scent that was sweet and musky at the same time.

Just a couple of minutes later Marlo reached her shuddering climax, and her hips started bucking to her self-fucking.

"OOOh god! Uhhh! Uhhh! Ohhh! Oh! oh. oh." Her little ohs were high pitched, and it seemed like she'd had more than one orgasm.

I thought it was over, but then her pelvis bucked again and she quivered almost all over one last time.

"Ooooh!"

That seemed like the moment to try and sneak out, and so I did, tip toeing out of her room, door the short hall, and into my room, and then slowly and quietly closing my door.

I got on my bed, and then pulled my almost banana-shaped cock out of the opening between the widely-spaced buttons on the front my pajamas to jerk myself off. But I was still too guilt ridden, plus I didn't have lotion, which was in the bathroom. And so I just held my warm cock outside of my PJs for a long time thinking of Marlo pleasuring herself. For a long while I wondered if I should go get some lotion, but I worried that I might run into Marlo in the bathroom, and eventually I just fell deeply asleep.

I had a mixture of erotic and non-erotic dreams. In the last one, I was in the jacuzzi at the pool center with Marlo in her bathing suit, which was suddenly see-through. I felt warm swirling water on my cock. It was a very vivid, warm, and delicate feeling, and the water felt like a tongue circling my cock head—but then I realized even in the dream that I didn't know what that felt like because I'd never had a blow job. And so I woke up.

I peeked open my eyes to find Marlo kneeling beside the bed, her dark hair below me, and her mouth and hands on my erect cock. Clearly she had snuck into my room again, but this time had felt around and found that I had left my cock outside of my pajamas.

And so I seemed to be getting the first blow job of my life from Marlo, and the sensations physically and psychologically were almost overwhelming. She kept gently moving her tongue around my cock head and quietly nursing on it, and it was almost impossible to keep from moaning, and I realized that after another minute or so more of this I would shoot a large load of cum into my blind sister's mouth.

I wasn't quite ready for that.

And so I finally moaned as If I was having a dream—although really the moan was from the overwhelming pleasure of having Marlo's mouth on my cock—and pretended I was just waking up, and then slowly rolled over onto my side away from Marlo. As I did that, Marlo's mouth separated from my cock head with a small wet sound, and her hands let go of my shaft. I stayed rolled over and pretended I'd gone back to sleep.

After a little while I could hear Marlo slowly get up and quietly leave my room, closing the door behind her.

What the fuck. My step-sister was giving me head while I was asleep. And double what the fuck—I had stopped her. Was that the right thing to do or the wrong thing to do? I didn't know.

Anyway, after thinking this over for a while, I finally got up, brushed my teeth, and quickly went out to the living room to see if I could find Marlo.

She was sitting in the dim room reading a braille book. As she heard my steps, she put her big book on the side table, and said with false normality, "Oh, there you are, Nick, I was wondering when you were finally going to wake up."

"I was having the most amazing dream," I said, in an almost hypnotized trance voice that I'd never heard from myself before.

"Were you?" Marlo said quietly, suddenly with uncertainty in her voice.

"Yes," I said. "And I think it was the best dream of my life. But it was an erotic dream, and so I'm not sure if I want to hear it."

Marlo seemed to sort of know part of what I was about to say, and that a big moment between us was about to happen, and she suddenly looked so worried, and I could see her hands start to tremble a little.

But she managed to say in a fake cheery way, "Oh, you know you can tell your big sister anything!"

"Even if it was an erotic dream about you, Marlo?" I said in that same dazed, weird voice.

For a little while she was silent, and then she said, "Yes," quietly.

And then she started looking like she might be about to cry. She suddenly leaned over and held her head in her hands. Did she think I was going to reject her?

"In this dream, my beautiful and good sister Marlo was kissing me in a wonderful way in a special place, and it felt amazing. It was the best thing I've ever felt in my life."

"Really?" Marlo said, brightening a little and lifting her head from her hands. She seemed to concentrate on gathering herself together, and getting her courage up, and then she said, "Where was I kissing you?"

"You were kissing..." And then I paused. I wasn't sure if I could get this out, but I decided I had to, and she couldn't see me anyway, which was at least a small blessing.

"You were kissing...your mouth was open and was on my penis, and you were kissing me there," I finally said.

Marlo was silent again, seemingly not sure of what to say. I wondered if she might deny it or try to pass it off as a joke, and so I added, "The top of my erect penis was all the way in your mouth, Marlo, and you were swirling your tongue around me. It felt so amazing good that—"

"Did you really like it?" Marlo interrupted, now getting suddenly happy, and she broke out in her buck-toothed smile.

"Yes!" I said, letting go of my dazed voice, finally.

"I'm sorry I did it without asking you," Marlo said, nervously and quickly, "but I thought you would say no if I just asked."

It seemed like there might be some truth in that. I wasn't sure.

Marlo continued, "When I came into your room and then felt with my hands that your penis was already outside of your pajamas and erect, I thought that maybe you had gotten it out for me, but I wasn't sure. First I thought I would just touch it with my hands, but it was so warm and nice, and you didn't wake up, and then suddenly I wanted to put it in my mouth. I started kissing the tip, and you were already wet at your opening, and then I just picked it up and put it in my mouth to try to taste you. It was kind of good, and so I started nursing on you, trying to get more out. I wish I'd been able to do it longer, but then you woke up. Are you mad at me?"

Marlo still looked a little worried, and so I came over to her and sat right next to her, touching her knee. "Of course, I'm not mad. It was amazing. But if you'd done it a minute or so longer I might have..."

"Cum in my mouth?" Marlo said, matter-of-factly.

"Yes," I said, blushing.

"And now are you ever going to let me do that again?" Marlo said, seemingly wavering between doubt and hope.

"No! I mean yes! I mean, if you ever want to, you can do that any time you want, whether I'm asleep or awake. I mean, if Mom and Dad aren't around."

"Really!" Marlo said, brightening, "Can I do it right now?"

"Right now in the living room?" I said, somehow thinking about Mom and Dad.

"Yes, that is if you think you can get hard for me again?" Marlo said, but the way she smiled made it clear that she thought knew the answer to that.

"Um," I said, "I've been hard for you a lot since Mom and Dad left."

"And were you ever hard for me before that too sometimes?" Marlo asked, and seemingly already knew the answer.

"Yes," I said, ashamed to say how many times I'd been hard or almost hard around her in the last year, or the wet dreams I'd had about her that left me wet with cum and drenched in shame.

"I kind of thought so, but I wasn't always sure. Well, would you get your penis out now and let me feel it, and then put it in my mouth so that I can try again?"

With this Marlo stayed sitting but leaning forward a bit on the couch and then opened her mouth wide with her tongue out a little.

"Oh my god," I said at this sight of Marlo ready to receive my cock, "I can't believe that my sister is offering to—You mean you want me to just put my erection in your mouth right now?"

"Yes, dummy" Marlo said, "That's why my mouth is open wide so that all of your cock head can fit inside. But you'll have to tell me what to do once it's in my mouth, because I've never given a man a blow job before."

I stood up and lowered my pajamas. My cock was already completely hard, and was standing up at about a 45 degree angle.

"Well, as I think you know, I've never had a blow job either," I said, holding my cock and edging myself toward Marlo so that I could put it in her mouth as she sat on the couch, "and so I guess we'll just have to experiment."

"Are you hard?" Marlo asked.

"Feel," I said, trembling as I guided both of her hands to my cock a few inches away from her face.

She wrapped her cool fingers around my hard member, and said, "Oh, it's so warm it's almost hot. And you're very hard, which I think is about your true feelings for me. OK, I'm going to put it in my mouth, little brother."

And with that Marlo guided my cock head into her mouth, wrapped her lips around my shaft, and started gently rubbing my penis back and forth with her hands as she swirled her tongue around my head.

"Mmmm," I moaned slightly, but managed to say, "I'm not so little" as I was seeing that my thick cock looked kinda of large in my sister's mouth.

Marlo couldn't really talk, but tried to, making an unintelligible sound as she continued to suck on my engorged member.

"I should probably confess—ahhh," I said, breathing heavily and groaning a little, "that I was spying on you in the middle of the night—aah!—and I saw you—"

With this Marlo took my cock out of her mouth, a little bit of drool dripping off of my cock and out of her mouth, and said breathlessly, "I know, couldn't you tell that I was putting on that whole show for you?"

"Really? You knew I was there? Weren't you sleeping at first?" I said, looking down and hoping Marlo would put my slobbery cock back in her warm mouth soon.

"Duh, it was a set up little bro, I had the lights on, no underwear, my legs spread so that you could see my vagina, and then I could hear that you took your thing out and started to touch it."

"Oh my god, you're like a superhero with your hearing sense!"

"Yeah, well, you're not as quiet as you think. But then you suddenly got second thoughts, and I heard you tie back up your pajamas, and so I went for plan B."

"I really liked when you touched yourself, but may I pretty please get back inside your mouth? If we're going to do this forbidden thing I thing, I think we should just do it before we have second thoughts."

Marlo smiled, said, "Yes little bro," and then she put my cock back in her mouth and started nursing on it again, while massaging my shaft now wet with her saliva with her hands.

"Oh!," I said, "Oh Marlo! Uhhhh!"

After just another minute or so of this, I was already getting close, and so I suddenly said, "Stop Marlo! Stop! Uh."

She pulled me out of her mouth again with a wet sound and saliva dribbling out.

"What?" Marlo said, looking worried, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, it feels great, in fact I'm about to—"

"Have an orgasm in my mouth?" Marlo said, and smiled.

"Yes, but I don't think you know how much sperm I make."

Marlo reached down and gently cupped my balls with her left hand, and said, "Oh, is that what these are for? I must have missed that part of Sex Ed. Silly me."

"But you don't have to take it in your mouth," I said, worried. "It's a lot of cum, and I think some women think it's gross to swallow a guy's load."

"Well, I won't know until I try it, right? I at least want to try having my little brother's sperm in my mouth, and then we'll see if I can swallow it or not, OK?"

Marlo reached over and got some Kleenex from the side table and said, "If I need to I'll use these, but it's ok to put your sperm in my mouth. I really want to taste you little bro. My vagina is wet from thinking about it."

"Your vagina is wet?" I said with wonder.

"Yes little bro, and I'll let feel me soon, but right now we need to see if we can do this."

And with that, while still cupping and gently massaging my testicles in her left hand, she put the head of my cock back in her mouth for nursing, and then started massaging my slobbery shaft with her right hand.

In another couple of minutes I was back to where I was.

"Oh Marlo! Ahh! Can I hold your head to steady myself."

Marlo nodded with my cock her mouth and said, "MMM!" for yes.

And so I grabbed onto Marlo's beautiful dark haired head for dear life, I could feel my loins building up to an explosion. I could feel my cock getting even slightly bigger in her mouth as the pleasure became overwhelming."Ahh! I'm cumming Marlo! UHHH!"

I held Marlo's head more tightly with my hands as she kept sucking my cock as I felt a jeweled load of sperm flow with the most intense orgasm of my life from my balls through my penis and out into Marlo's mouth in strong spurts.

"UH! UH!" I was suddenly pumping my cock and my sperm into Marlo's mouth while holding her head.

Marlo's sightless eyes bulged a little as the squirts of my ejaculation started to fill her mouth.

Even as the first pulses of my penis were still spasming my load into her, I could hear a loud gulp as Marlo began to swallow. I saw that Marlo was still holding my cock with one hand as it pulsated a little up and down as it pumped,. She pulled my cock head to just inside of her mouth, giving her more room to hold cum and swallow.

She started breathing through her nose fast as she gulped and swallowed down some more of my cum.

And then suddenly my hips involuntarily spasmed, and without warning I thrust deep into Marlo's mouth two last times, holding her head with the head of my cock at her throat. She gagged a little, and as quickly as possible I started to pulled out.

But although Marlo's face was flushed from that, and all her work, and she was out of breath, she still sucked one last time on my cock head before as she finally removed it, leaving me clean.

"Oh my god, Marlo!" I said, "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine!" she said, breathing heavily, "But I feel like my face and mouth have just been fucked by my little bro. That was intense! Oh my god, that was intense. I loved it! Let me just swallow the last bit."

She swallowed one more time, and smiled, and then opened her mouth and put out her clean tongue to show me she'd gotten it all down.

"Rachel told me that women in porn vids, and even in real life, sometimes do that." Marlo breathed for a few seconds again, and then continued, "Show their tongue to show they've swallowed it all down."

"That was intense!" she said yet again, still breathing a bit but looking happy, "Wow! I finally got my brother's sperm into my tummy. You're right, you do make a lot."

"Finally?" I said, "have you been thinking about that for a while?"

"Yes," she said, "But you've been really slow picking up my hints, and so I had to take drastic steps once Mom and Dad were gone."

"But why me?" I said.

"Duh," Marlo said, "Because I love you and I want to be with you."

"I love you too, Marlo, and more than ever right now."

"I'll bet," Marlo said, smiling "That's because I just made love to you with my mouth and my hands."

"Yes, but I really love you. I love you so much! And not just for this. But I can't believe you just swallowed all of my cum. Was it disgusting?"

"Well, it's sort of like swallowing lots and lots of snot." She said, clearly thinking about the experience, "But it was satisfying in a weird way. I could tell you really, really wanted me, I could tell for a while now, and so I'm kind of proud of myself that I could do that for you."

I said, "Thank you so much Lo. That was amazing. If there's anything I can do for you...?"

"Yes," Marlo said with another buck-toothed smile, "I want you to lick my cunt. I want you to eat me."

"I want you to lick my cunt. I want you to eat me."

These were the wonderful but strange words my 19-year old blind step-sister Marlo, a brunette with a sexy body, had just said to me shortly after giving me, her 18-year old brother, his first-ever blow job.

That morning we were in the living room of the middle-class suburban home of our parents, who had left just two days ago for a two-week vacation in Europe, leaving us alone together because they trusted us, which may have turned out to be a mistake. Or was it?

I wasn't sure myself as I stood in the living room halfway naked, with my pajama bottoms dropped on the floor and my cock now drooping down between my legs, still semi-erect. Marlo, who was sitting on our fancy black leather couch, had just had my erection in her mouth a few minutes ago—at the end of which I'd fucked her face a little—and she had swallowed my load. Marlo had managed to drink almost all my cum down, except for, I now saw for the first time, a little pool of my sperm that must have dribbled out of her mouth when my eyes were closed in ecstasy, and which was now slowly soaking into the front of Marlo's light-pink button down blouse that she was wearing. Also visible were some wet areas from her saliva that had gotten onto her shirt from giving head to her brother.

Marlo and I had been building up to this moment for a while, but I had been a bit behind the curve and she had been way ahead of it as it was happening over the last few days. I realized that in several ways Marlo been leading us to this, and making this moment possible.

But that still didn't quite relieve my guilt that I'd just had my best (and only) sexual experience in my young life with my own sister. And Marlo, by saying, "lick my cunt," and "eat me," was clearly showing that this new phase of our loving brother-sister relationship was soon going on to further frontiers.

But I was a little puzzled about how Marlo had learned to talk like this, even though I liked it. It's not that we were prudes, but were were both inexperienced, and we didn't talk like that with each other—until now.

"Lo", I said, which is the nick-name I use for her a lot, "where did you pick up 'eat me,' and stuff like that. Don't get me wrong, I like both the words and the idea of it—although like you I'm not really going to know what to do at first—but where did you pick up 'lick my cunt'"?

Marlo blushed a little, but immediately said, "Rachel, of course, where else? Rach says saying that really works when she wants her boyfriends to do that for her."

"Speaking of which," Marlo said in a concerned tone, looking suddenly a little worried, "I haven't replied to any of the voicemails and texts I've gotten from Rachel in the last 24 hours, and she's been saying that she's worried and that she might come over." (Blind people, of course, can send and receive texts by voice.)

"Why didn't you—" I was going to say "reply," but before I could our loud doorbell suddenly went "Ding! Dong!"

"Oh my god!" I cried, as I quickly struggled to get my pajamas on as fast as possible and tie them. The curtains were closed and whoever was there couldn't see us, but—

Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door, with Rachel behind it saying, "Marlo! Nick! Are you there?"

Quickly thinking of the visible cum still soaking into Marlo's pink blouse, I said, "I'll get it! Why don't you—" I was about to say change your blouse, but before I could do that Rachel knocked again, and Marlo, already walking to the door, said, "Just a sec Rach!" I raced to get to the door first, barely beating Lo there, and quickly opened it.

"Oh, hi Nick! Hi Lo!" Rachel said, (she had taken to using my nick-name for Marlo) and without asking let herself into the house and closed the door behind her.

Rachel, a beautiful blond goddess who was also 19, was voluptuous, flirty, smart, and sarcastic. Rachel looked back and forth between us, seemingly sizing things up.

"You looked flushed, Nick, have you been working out?" Rachel asked quizzically, getting a sly smile on her face.

"Um," I said, "Yeah—a little bit of a work out."

It didn't sound convincing.

Rachel smiled and raised her eyebrows a little, and said, "Good for you!" And then she moved past me to give Marlo a hug. Then Rachel suddenly froze as she was looking at my halfway soaked-in gob of sperm on Lo, and the drying slobber from the blow job that was soaking into Lo's light blouse.

Marlo had her arms out and looked confused, because clearly she was expecting Rachel's regular hug.

Rachel then said, smiling even more now, "Um, have you been cooking, Lo? Your blouse is kind of...messy. There's some white goo on it. I guess it's batter of some kind?"

Lo flushed deeply, but then smiled in a happy and proud way, and was clearly trying to stop from laughing.

Lo finally said, "Yeah, it's a project I've been working on, and I think it's going really well."

"'Really well'? Good," Rachel said, looking back and forth between me and Lo, and then she giggled.

I was horrified, and didn't know what to say except, "I'm going to go take a shower!" And then I fled away toward the bathroom.

"See you later, Nick!" Rachel said, and then she giggled some more—and I could hear Lo joining her.

****

As I showered, thoughts like "Oh my god, my sister just gave me head," and "oh my god, I shot my sperm into Lo's mouth while fucking her face!," and "Shit! What in the hell have I done?" went through my head. My dick, however, seemed to be wondering when he might be able to visit the inside of Lo's mouth again, since less than half an hour after my orgasm I was already almost erect thinking about what had happened.

And seemingly Rachel had figured it all out almost as soon as she arrived. I mean, it was sort of obvious—and I was still kind of dying of embarrassment that my cum was right there on Lo's blouse—but Rachel had seemingly figured everything out almost instantly— because clearly she was already in the know. I realized now that Lo had been talking with Rach about us. But not for the last 24 hours, apparently. And so that means that they were in touch before that, before our parents even left. And so Lo was maybe asking Rach for advice about this for a while. Weeks? Months? Yes. And Rach suggested to Lo to say "lick my pussy" and "eat me" a while ago. The revealing new bikini that Lo had worn for me had been a gift from Rach. And Rach had almost certainly suggested she to try to swallow her own brother's load after giving her brother head. Oh my god. Rachel was as twisted as we are.

So I realize I'm slow, but I had just figured out as the shower ran that Rachel knew a lot more than I even did before the blow job happened, and had helped plot out almost all of what was basically Lo's wonderful seduction of me. I mean, it was a co-seduction, sort of, but really Lo was taking the lead every step of the way, even when sometimes I thought I was out ahead.

Anyway, the bottom line was that however it had happened my sister and I had had sex. And she wanted to do it again. And so did I. Was this a 2-week thing while the 'rents were gone? Maybe. But the way Lo had said before she took my cock into her mouth, "I love you and want to be with you" implied more. If so, that would mean eventually our parents might find out, and then maybe other people we knew might find out—that these "kids" they'd thought of for 18 years as siblings had become sex buddies? Shit. I veered wildly between depression and elation about the whole thing.

I had finally found love and sex with maybe the most wonderful woman in the world for me. But she's my sister. If only she wasn't my sister. But actually the whole reason I love her so much, and why this even happened in the first place, is that she's my sister. Step, but...I was going around in circles and getting a headache. And now my cock was soft again.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

****

After the shower, I put a bathrobe on and walked right into my room, quietly closing the door. I heard Lo murmuring something and Rachel giggling again, but it seemed like too much for me to hang out with them at that moment. As I dressed, I thought to myself: Rachel knew. And I know that Rachel knew. And Rachel almost certainly knows now that I know that she knows. I don't drink alcohol often, but I thought about getting a big glass of white wine from the fridge—but it was still only about 10 am.

Instead, after I got dressed in a nice teal and black paisley shirt and black jeans, I used my Alexa Echo, which has good speakers, to listen to music—Good Rush by Death Cab for Cutie, Born this Way by Lady Gaga, and even Dream On by Aerosmith. And then I started listening to the beautiful soundtrack by French composer Alexandre Desplat for the movie The Shape of Water (I'm a movie geek). Soon the music helped me feel better and think more clearly: Better to have loved my step-sister and eventually in the future maybe have lost her, than never to have loved her at all. I finally realized that I was really happy about what had happened with Lo, and what we felt about each other, and for the moment I was almost at at peace. Sometimes the impossible love is the love that you find.

My reveries were interrupted just then by a soft knock on my bedroom door, and then Rachel said in an unusually kind and sincere voice for her, "Hey Nick, are you going to come join us or just rock out in your room? I've got something to share with you."

"Sure!" I said, in a surprisingly cheerful way, having worked through for the time being my little existential crisis. (And yes, we are overprivileged and overeducated high school grads who've had lots of AP classes, and so we know what existentialism is.) Anyway, I said, "I'll be there in a minute."

I told Alexa to stop, and as I did that I realized I was still riding an endorphin and love high.

With the enhanced confidence that a guy gets when a pretty girl has sucked him off, I walked out of my room and into Marlo's, where Lo, who I could see was wearing a clean new blue blouse and sitting on her bed, seemed a little withdrawn.

Rachel looked at my expression and confident walk as I sat down on the comfy chair in the corner of Lo's room, and said, "Wow Nick, you look happy!"

I said with a relaxed smile, "Yeah, I am happy. It's been a really good day!"

At that Marlo started smiling too, in that buck-toothed way that I find endearing. I guess that's part of what love is—you find even the unusual or imperfect things about someone you love wonderful because it's part of what makes them who they are. Lo's teeth are a little goofy, but they are also about Marlo taking charge of herself and saying at the age of 15 that she didn't want braces, so they reflect part of her process of becoming herself.

Anyway, as Marlo kept smiling, she said quietly, "It's been a good day for me too," putting extra meaning into it.

Rachel said in a somewhat pouty and melodramatic voice: "I want a good day too! When do I get one?"—which helped break the weird intensity that Lo and I were generating.

Then Rach added, seemingly out left field, "Hey! Let's get our swimsuits on and go to the pool!"

"Sure, why not," I said, thinking happily about getting to see Marlo and Rachel in their bikinis.

"Okay," Marlo said, getting up, "But first I want to take a bath."

I realized that since this morning when I'd cum in my sister's mouth that she probably hadn't even had time to brush her teeth.

"Oh yeah," I said, "Go ahead. Take your time, Lo."

Lo got up and started expertly walking out of her room even with her sightless eyes, knowing where I was from the sound of my voice. As she went by me she intentionally—and in a flirty way—slowly brushed the top of my chest with her fingers as she passed by, and aimed a "we share a secret" smile right at me—even though, of course, she couldn't see my face. It seemed almost like magic, and my heart flip-flopped.

As Lo left I looked over to see if Rachel had seen this, but I quite couldn't tell, because Rach seemingly looked away just as I looked at her. In any case, it was clear Rachel already knew our "secret," but I just went with the flow that we were pretending that when the three of us were together that Rachel didn't know. I was good with that, since I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with any one making a comment about the fact that that my sister and I were now seemingly in a different kind of relationship.

As the bathroom door closed, and I heard the water start to run for Lo's bath, I was lost in my thoughts. I was vaguely looking at a poster for the animated movie Spider Man Into the Spiderverse that I'd put on Lo's wall for her as I wondered about our future.

Suddenly I heard a little noise behind me, and I turned around to see that Rachel had just taken off her t-shirt and was now in a lacy black bra that showed off her generous breasts.

"What?" Rachel said in a bored and sarcastic way, as she saw me staring at her halfway revealed breasts.

My eyes widened, and I said, "What are you—"

But even as I said that she reached behind her back, undid her bra, and then just let it drop on the floor, revealing her beautiful breasts—large but only slightly sagging with large light pink areolas and pencil-eraser like nipples that were erect.

My mouth opened in awe—her breasts were even bigger somehow than I'd thought they'd be. Probably I should have right away closed my eyes or just walked out, but I'd been wanting to see Rachel's breasts for a long time, and I didn't think until that second that I ever would. And so for a couple of seconds I just stared at the headlights of Rachel's beautiful tits trying to memorize them, and I could feel my cock start to harden.

Rachel said as I stared at her, "I'm just changing into my bikini dummy. What?! You look like you've never seen breasts before." And I saw her put her hands on her shorts, and it was clear that she was about to take those off along with her undies.

"I haven't," I confessed, and with an effort I broke my stare, turned around, and walked out—even though I would have loved to see Rachel's pussy, since I had been masturbating to thoughts of Rachel for a while.

Yes, I'd also been jerking off when thinking about my sister Lo. And to other fantasies of other women I knew too. And to pix and videos on the internet. I'm not sure anyone who hasn't been a really horny 18-year old guy can understand how we are almost tortured by desires almost all the time, frequent erections, and endless fantasies.

Anyway, as I walked down the hall toward my room Rach laughed and said, "You don't have to leave—you might learn something!"

"I'm sure I would!" I said, as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. Was Rach testing me for her best friend? Fuck yeah. I think I passed—but not with an A. More like a C.

Jeeze. I thought to myself, as I got out of my clothes and noticed that I had a dangling but hardening semi. Temptations everywhere. I got on my thankfully baggy swim trunks which mostly hid my somewhat engorged cock. Then I sat on my bed and thought about how I was seemingly unable to resist temptations. I had fucked my blind sister's mouth! How twisted was that? And now I was just staring at her best friend's boobs and getting a hard-on. Fuck. I needed to try to be more careful. Or should I? Maybe I was just halfway bad, and not the mostly good person I thought I was.

Several minutes later, I heard Lo leave the bathroom and go into her room as I continued to sit on my bed thinking. And then a few minutes later Rachel knocked again on my door, saying, "Hey you! Come back into Lo's room. We're ready!"

"I'll be right there," I said.

I got on my flip flops and a t-shirt, and went in. Rachel and Lo were sitting on the bed next to each other in their bikinis, with Rach admiring how Lo looked in hers.

"You look hot, Lo!" Rachel said, and as Lo smiled and blushed at that, Rach added looking at me, "Doesn't she, Nick?"

Marlo was wearing her new dark blue bikini that revealed the shapes of her medium-sized and lusciously pointed breasts, as well as the top of her very nice cleavage. The small bikini bottom somehow accentuated her curvy hips, and the bikini revealed lots of Lo's creamy and lightly freckled skin.

"My sister is beautiful," I said simply—although the instant I said "sister" Lo suddenly got a troubled look on her face.

Rachel noticed that too, and then was clearly trying to think of a way to get things on a different track.

Rach said a few seconds later, "I heard you that did Lo's bikini trim, Nick. Nice work. Was that very HARD for you as a teenage boy?"

"Very funny!" I said, although I had gotten erect while giving my sister a bikini trim. But Lo again looked both pleased and embarrassed.

"It was," I admitted, "actually a challenge in various ways, but as you can see I managed without a single nick—even though my name is Nick."

"Very funny yourself, 'No-nick Nick'," Rachel said, and then strangely started examining her own bikini-clad cunt. She moved one side her bikini bottom aside a little, revealing some of her beautiful blond pubic hair and a little of her pussy to me. "Look, here are some of my blond vagina hairs coming out my bikini—would you please shave my vagina hairs for me Nicky?"

"No," I said, laughing, while looking at the little peek of part of Rachel's pussy that she was giving me, which of course Lo couldn't see but could maybe guess. "And ha ha yet again on the vagina hair joke," I said as I stared, "why did you tell Rachel that I said that while I was shaving you Lo?" I said this in a mild way to show Lo I wasn't really offended. I was kind of worried about Lo's state of mind.

"In any case," I said, "my bikini trims are for blind step-sisters only." And after I said that Rachel put her bikini back in place.

Lo smiled wide at this.

Lo said, "Sorry Nick, it was too good to resist telling Rach that you said that when you shaved me. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course," I said, mildly.

At that moment my favorite of our two cats, the black one Rey, leapt into my lap. Probably because I fed her a lot, but also because of her weird personality and who knows what else, this cat Rey really loves me. A few times each day she almost always leaps into my lap and snuggles me, and almost never does that for anyone else when I'm there. I was petting Rey and rubbing her a little as she snuggled me, when Rachel couldn't resist making another one of her bad jokes.

"Nicky, do you like having a warm pussy on your crotch?"

"Oh gaawd," I said in a comic way, and we all laughed, "I could see that one coming from you Rachel."

I sighed, all the while petting Rey and thinking of what else to say.

"But yes," I said, "I like having Rey on my lap. And since you're making a double entendre about a woman's pussy, I really don't know, because as you sometimes annoyingly remind me, I'm a virgin."

Rachel smiled and said, "Well, from what virgin guys have told me—and I've taken the virginity of more than a few—actually having their cocks inside of my pussy for the first time is usually beyond anything they could have imagined when they were whacking off. For most straight men being inside a woman's vagina is like nothing else in the world. That's why most guys think about it almost all the time when they're virgins—and then they even more when they know what it actually feels like. That's the power of the pussy."

"Really?" Lo said, "Do guys really think about pussy all the time?"

Laughing, Rachel said, "Well, we shouldn't talk, some of us women like to think about cock a lot, or even just one specific guy's cock."

At this I looked over at Lo, who was blushing, and I wondered if she thought about my cock as much as I thought about her cunt. But during this Rach kept right on talking, saying, "But we've got a guy right here who if he's truthful will tell us that he's been thinking about our pussies just in the last few minutes. Isn't that right, Nick?""Yeah," I said, "But what do you expect? I'm an 18-year old guy in a room with two beautiful women in bikinis."

"Well, I've actually been wondering about this for my novel," Lo said, recovering as her blush faded, and she went on, saying, "I mean, about how many times a day might a man think about having sex with a woman that he loves."

Lo's been working on a fantasy novel for the past year set in a world of her own creation. And I've been helping her edit it and brainstorm. And sometimes I even contribute a few sentences here and there. Being blind, as you might imagine, means that having an editor is useful. Sometimes she records stuff that goes voice to text, but sometimes she dictates to me, and in any case I read things back to her as part of the editing and re-writing process. In Lo's novel there's a character who I had been realizing for a while is kinda like me, and who is attracted to a magical woman who is a little like Marlo.

Rachel asked, "How is your novel going, Lo?"

"Pretty well," Lo said, blushing a little, "And, as always, Nick has been a great help. I love working with him."

Rachel looked at me in a knowing way and said, "Yeah, Lo told me, Nick, about how much she really appreciates all your help. You're earning a lot of brownie points. It's impressive, Lo, that you already know what you want to do with your life. I'm thinking about veterinary school, but—"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Rachel suddenly said, interrupting herself. She opened her medium-sized designer black purse and got out a little zip lock bag with what looked like red and green candies.

"I have some pot gummy bears! Imported directly from a friend in Seattle."

"What?" Lo and I said at the same time.

"Here, I'm sharing with you, my friends, my priceless supply of gummy pot," and Rach then put four gummies in Lo's hand, and four into mine.

Now, I've been offered pot before at parties a couple of times, but I decided I wasn't quite ready yet since I'd only a few times been really tipsy from beer and wine. And Marlo hadn't yet tried it either, probably because she's blind and she's been somewhat sheltered and protected by all of us, including me.

But to my surprise Lo immediately popped them in her mouth, started chewing, and said, "Yum! Let's go!"

"Wow, Lo, you got corrupted fast. How do you feel about being a drug pusher, Rach?" I was halfway joking, but I'm afraid halfway serious.

But the gals just ignored me as they chewed their gummies, and so I shrugged, sighed, popped mine in my mouth and started chewing too. They were tart and sweet at the same time, with a tinge of what I detected was a slight but definitely weird "pot taste" to them.

"Now that I've already eaten them, Rach," I said, "Can you tell me how much I've just had?" I was a little worried all of a sudden.

"From having had them before, I think four is equal to a couple of big bong hits of good stuff, but since it's in our tummies it's going to take a little bit longer to hit."

"Well, since I don't know what a bong hit of pot feels like in my brain, that doesn't really tell me anything," I said, still feeling a bit anxious.

"Oh Nicky," Rachel said in a teasing voice, "Are you're a pot virgin too?"

"Not any more," I said, "Thanks to my seeming inability to resist temptation."

"Don't worry so much, Nick. It's going to be fun. You'll see. Now let's get our sunblock on for the pool."

"Should we go to the pool stoned?" I said, thinking that didn't sound like a good idea.

"Yeah, why not?" Rachel said, "It'll be fun!"

Rachel got he bottle of sun block and squirted a nice white gooey pool of it in the cupped palm of one her hands.

"I know some guys who cum about this much," Rachel said.

"Ha!" I said, although I laughed a little uncomfortably. Looking at the little pool of sunblock I kinda thought that was probably about the quantity of whiteish cum I had put into Lo's mouth less than two hours ago.

Rachel next passed the bottle to Lo, who got out some for herself, who then passed it onto me.

We were all rubbing it on our arms, legs, tummies, and faces when I started to feel the pot hit. Sensations started to feel more intense as I rubbed the lotion in. And then time seemed to be oozing like a Dali painting—sometimes slow and sometimes fast. And my thoughts started getting even weirder than usual.

"Oh fuck!" I said, looking at Rachel for confirmation that it was hitting her too.

"It's good stuff, isn't it?" Rachel said with a smile, and I could see that the whites around Rachel's electric blue eyes seemed to look a tiny bit blood shot. Or was that my imagination? I looked a little closer at Rach's eyes and thought, "Well, eyes always have tiny little red veins, right? So is this really a change that's happening in Rach's eyes, or is this something that's happened to my brain and changing how I see her eyes—especially when they are so close up?"

Rachel suddenly laughed at me as I was peering into her eyes.

"Duuuude!" she said, "You're tripping!"

"Oh my god!" I said, "You're right, I'm tripping!"

"Do you feel it, Lo?" I said, looking over at her.

"Yeah, it feels good" she said, very slowly rubbing the sunblock into her her face in a way that was much more about feeling her face than about sunblocking it.

"Lo's definitely tripping too," I said to Rach, and then thinking about it added, "And you know at the pool we'll probably run into friends of our parents. And I just don't want to deal with them possibly telling our Mom and Dad that we seemed to be getting stoned while they were gone."

"Yeah, I think he's right," Lo said, still feeling her own cheeks like they were a clay sculpture.

"Don't say that!" Rachel said, but her expression made clear that she knew that was we were saying made sense.

Then Rach added, "Well, what a waste putting on all this sunblock. But hey! Wait. Doesn't your patio have a high fence. Couldn't we at least get some sun out there?"

"Yeah," I said, and started giggling, "But you must be really stoned, Rach, because you don't need a high fence to get sun. The sun is way up in fucking space!"

And this idea that didn't make sense to me was funny enough in my stoned state that I kept giggling, and Lo started giggling with me.

"The fence isn't for the sun, silly, it's for privacy so that I can get my boobs tan without shocking your precious neighbors."

"Oh," I said, and suddenly stopped laughing.

"You in, Lo?" Rach said.

"I don't know," Marlo said, "I've never done topless sunbathing before."

"It's really easy," Rachel said with a salesperson-like voice and smile, "All you do is put block on your boobs and expose them to the sun!" And then she added, "By the way, earlier when I was changing Nick got a peek at my nipples and look shocked. He told me something I couldn't quite believe—that outside of porn I assume he'd never even seen a woman's tits before. Do you think he's lying? Surely he's at least seen yours at some point?"

Marlo flushed and said, "I don't think he's seen mine, but I don't really know. Our parents taught us to be very careful to be dressed around each other when we were growing up."

"I've never seen your breasts, Lo," I said quietly.

"Wait," Rachel said, suddenly looking puzzled and looking back and forth between us, "Didn't you two just—" Rachel was about to spill that she knew about the blow job, but then remembered that it had been done with Lo's blouse on, and so suddenly said, "Oh! Never mind!"

"Anyway, Lo," Rachel said, again in her happy voice, "this is about equal rights for women—free the nipple and all that!"

"OK!" Lo said, and raised her arms in a V-for Victory and shook her still bikini-clad booty back and forth in a way that I hadn't seen before but liked.

"Um," I said, "Can I stay, or—?"

"Yeah silly!" Rach said, "Just free your nipples too!"

"Ok," I laughed, "I can do that."

And with that I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing to Rachel my slightly muscled chest with just a little bit of hair—and, of course, my man nipples. But Rachel had already seen my chest from previous visits to the pool, and pectorals obviously aren't like breasts.

Meanwhile both Lo and Rachel were untying and unclasping their bikinis at the back, and soon they dropped their tops on the floor, and their breasts were free and naked.

Rachel's breasts were revealed again—lovely, and on the medium to large side and rounded. As lovely as they are, Lo's breasts are from my point of view even prettier, because they are medium-sized and somewhat pointy. Lo had what I think are called "puffy" areolas, slightly darker than Rach's light pink ones, and nipples on the slightly smaller side too.

In other words, Lo has perky tits, but they still are a large handful.

"Fuck—I mean, wow!" I could help myself from saying.

"What did I tell you?" Rachel said, "Most guys love like tits like yours, Lo. Lesbians do too! Heck, even I'm attracted to your tits, and I'm 95% straight."

Lo smiled bashfully, and said, "Really?"

I said, "Yes! Really! Your breasts are beautiful, Lo."

"This isn't fair!" Lo suddenly said, "You get to see me, but what do I get?"

"Well, you can feel us if you want, right Nicky?" Rach said, looking concerned.

"Yeah," I said.

"Ok," Lo said.

"Here," Rach said, and without a pause turned so that she was facing Lo head on—headlights to headlights, so to speak. Then Rach gently took Lo's hands and placed them right on her breasts for her to feel.

"Mmmm," Lo said, "I like how smooth and big your breasts are—and your nipples seem kind of big."

"Thanks," Rach said, "Yeah, my nipples are largeish, especially when they are hard like now. You don't have to be so gentle, Lo, you can really squeeze them. Believe me I've had guys get pretty enthusiastic with my tits, up to and including fucking them."

"Fucking them?" Lo said, as she started feeling Rach's breasts more vigorously—which in the meantime, along with seeing Lo's amazingly perky breasts for the first time, was starting to give me a hard-on.

"Yeah," Rach said, "Haven't you ever heard of that? Guys get so turned on by breasts they literally want to fuck 'em. They just put their cock between a woman's tits, and then the woman holds them together like this"—and Rach used her hand to press her tits together while Lo kept feeling them—"and then they fuck you kinda like they're fucking your pussy. They don't always cum that way, but it's kinda hot. And sometimes you get a blast of cum on your boobs and your neck from titty fucking."

Meanwhile the tent from my now full erection even in my baggy swim trunks was obvious. I thought about trying to hide it with my hands, but it seemed like that would call even more attention to it. I considered leaving, but I really wanted to see Rachel and Lo's breasts as much as possible. And what did Rachel expect would happen to me in this situation?

Anyway, Rachel finally glanced over at me and saw my cock trying to push its way out of my swim suit.

Rach raised her eyebrows and smiled, saying to Lo, "Your little brother has made it clear without words that he really likes our tits. But actually I do want to get a tan on my boobs, and so as much as I'm enjoying having you feel me up, Lo—and I'm really enjoying it, because you have a nice touch—I'm going to head out to your patio. Don't forget to put some on your perky titties, Lo. See you guys soon."

And with that Rach separated from Lo, got a little squirt of sunblock that she started massaging on and around her tits right there, and then she walked out of Lo's room, giving me a smile and a jiggle of her tits as she walked.

We heard Rach in the dining room opening the sliding glass door to our patio, and then closing it again.

Lo edged toward me, and without asking started feeling my erection through my swim suit.

"You're really hard!" Lo said with a smile, and then added, "How's that possible? I just sucked you off about two hours ago."

"Well, most 18-year olds can get hard again in an hour or so, and sometimes even less," I said, enjoying having my sister feel my cock.

"May I touch your breasts?" I said, eyeing her wonderfully curved up perky tits and puffy areolas and nipples.

"Yeah," Lo said, and then added as I reached both of my hands out and placed them over her breasts and started very gently caressing them, "Do you really like them?"

"Oh my god, Lo, I think you have the most beautiful perky breasts I've ever seen—even in porn!"

As I said this, and was feeling Lo's smallish nipples harden, my cock pulsed a couple of times as Lo was still feeling it.

"Whoa!" Lo said, giggling a little, "Do you want to fuck my breasts?"

"Well, I'd rather...um," suddenly I wasn't sure I could get it out, or if I should say what I really wanted.

"Where do you want to put your hard cock, little bro?" Lo said in a sexy voice, her sightless eyes close to my face and seemingly seeing inside me as she felt my erection through my swimsuit.

Before I could answer she let go of me, and said, "Let's go out and join Rachel before she wonders what we're doing."

And with that Marlo walked in her cautious but expert way out to our patio with me following behind.

Rachel was on one of our plastic lounger chairs, with her dark glasses on and her breasts beautifully on display as she caught some sun.

"Hey you guys," she said, "lie down and feel the sun. It's amazing when you are stoned."

And I had to agree. As lay in the lounger in-between Rach and Lo, the rays of the sun hitting my skin felt amazing.

"You're right! Wow, it's like sweet, liquid taffy pouring on my skin."

"You are stoned, Nick," Rachel said, "And now you're making me hungry."

"Yeah, me too," Lo said.

"Pot definitely gives you the munchies," Rach said with the voice of experience, "And there's nothing much you can do but give into it."

"I'll go get us some cookies or something," Lo said, getting up already.

"Do you want help?" I said, thinking that in the kitchen I might get a chance to touch Lo's perky breasts again.

"No," Lo said, "Stay here. I'll get it. You enjoy your taffy sun and Rachel's breasts."

"What?" I said, giggling. In fact, I'd been trying not to look at either of their boobs, and had sort of succeeded, and my hard on was starting to go down.

Without another word Marlo left, closing the sliding door behind her.

Rachel sat up in her lounge chair, and held her boobs slightly up with both of her hands, and said, "Do you want to touch 'em?"

"What?" I said, as I sat up too and stared at her breasts.

She bounced her generous tits for me in almost jello-like way with her hands, offering them to me, "Lo got to feel, and I thought you might like to feel my boobs too."

"Please, Rach," I said, staring at her jiggling breasts, "stop doing that. There's something I need to talk with you about that I think you already know."

Rachel stopped, and said, "You mean that your sister was sucking off your cock a few minutes before I arrived?"

"Yeah," I said, "What do I do?"

"She loves you, you know," Rachel said, and then added, "and she wants you to pop her cherry."

"Well, I love her too, but, shit, I've mostly thought of her as my sister until recently, even though we're not related by blood."

"Yeah, but everyone else thinks of you as brother and sister. Do you really want to fuck your sister, or are you just a horny guy who needs some pussy? Lo's my best friend. And so unless you really love her and are going to be good to her long-term, you should find someone else to fuck."

"What do you mean long-term?" I said. Up until now I'd been keeping eye contact with Rach, but I let my eyes drop just for a second to her nipples, and then looked up into her eyes again.

Rachel noticed and smiled, but just went on, saying, "Well, she wants you to be her boyfriend long-term—really long-term. She's been thinking about it for months. Actually longer than that. And she told me not to tell you, but she's even been thinking about having a baby with you."

I almost choked, and barely managed to whisper, "A baby? I'm 18! And I'm her fucking brother!"

"I know," Rachel said with a sigh, "She's thinking about the baby for later. But you are in way over your head more than you realized, and so I wanted to warn you. It'll be bad now, but better if you break up with her now rather than after you take her virginity."

Changing tack a little, I asked, "How much does it hurt for a woman the first time?"

"It varies, but it usually hurts," Rachel said, "But for me it also felt pretty good. Listen, Nick, if you're so desperate for pussy, I can help you. Look. Right here."

And with that Rach spread her legs.

"Feel," Rach said, and grabbed my right hand and put it on her warm bikini clad pussy.

I couldn't say a word, but my cock, which had not gotten completely soft, quickly started to warm up again as she held my hand on her mound.

As she rubbed my fingers slightly back and forth, Rachel said, "Don't you want me?"

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling my hand slowly but firmly away.

"Really?" Rach said, seemingly taken aback and a little hurt.

"I was pretty sure that would work," Rachel added.

"I think I could fall in love with you, Rachel," I said, "but I don't think you'd ever love me. You might give me a charity fuck to save your best friend, but..."

"Yeah, you're right, Nick," Rachel said with a sigh, adding, "I like you and I think you're cute. And if you play your cards right you might be able to fuck me a few times, or even a few more than that if you're good in bed. But I don't think I'll ever love you. I'm not a one-guy kinda gal. Only Marlo loves you that way, although I sometimes wonder if part of her intense attraction to you is that you're forbidden fruit."

All I could think to say was, "Fuck!"

Then I had a thought, and suddenly said, "Lo has asked me to go down on her."

"To eat her pussy? Yeah, I suggested she ask you for that. If you're good at it she's going to love you even more."

"Yeah, well, aside from that I don't know what I'm doing, maybe we could just do oral and then that might be enough for her?"

"I don't think oral is going to be enough for Lo. And when she's on her back with legs spread wide for you, and she's begging for you to put your cock inside of her, do you really think you're going to be able to resist?"

"I don't know," I said, thinking I probably wouldn't.

"I would have said you couldn't resist me either, but then you resisted me somehow. But what I think that really means is that you really love your sister, and that you want to fuck Marlo more than you want to fuck me. I'm kind of hurt, but also kind of proud of you at the same time."

Rachel suddenly got up, and said, "I'm going to go, Nick. Good luck. You're going to need it."

And with that Rachel went into the house, leaving me there. I could barely hear Rachel talking with Lo for a while, and then a few minutes later I could recognize the sound of our big front door opening and closing as Rach left.

Thinking about Lo wanting to have not just a long-term relationship with me, but a baby someday with me, my cock wilted. So my sister Marlo wanted to have a baby with me, and I was starting to realize marry me?

I was somewhat stunned as I went into the house, and found Marlo waiting for me just inside the sliding glass door holding a plate of our homemade chocolate chip cookies we'd made a few days ago. I could tell by the aroma that as usual she'd warmed them up for twenty seconds in the microwave so that the cookies were soft and warm. Her bare perky breasts were pointing right at me, and her expression looked both worried and hopeful at the same time.

"Rach told me what she said to you about us, and what happened out on the patio between you two," Lo said.