REALLY NAT?

Just like many guys that have grown up with sisters, one of them will sometimes be a really big pain in the ass. I have two of sisters, but through the years, only the youngest has caused me any grief.

I am the middle child in a family of three kids. Dee is my oldest sister at 27, Bryan (that's me) just turned 20 and Natalie, the youngest of the bunch, is 18. With the span of years between Dee and the rest of us, she usually didn't or doesn't spend that much time hanging around us. There were family times when Dee was and is around, but normally I was forced babysit Nat, and with her, there was always something to contend with.

Growing up, Nat always took great pleasure in complaining, especially if it got either Dee or myself into trouble. Even to this day, she will tell anyone that will listen, that she was biologically cheated. My older sister and myself took the best genes from our mother's side of the family. Dee has the looks, and a great body. She is, and always has been, a pure and simple beauty. Myself, I have been gifted with some athletic ability, a great metabolism, height and what some may say are semi good looks. Unfortunately for Nat, she fell head-first into our father's gene pool, has never had any of those things gifted to her. Luckily, she didn't get his overly hairy face.

Let me start by saying that Nat isn't ugly. Ugly personality, maybe, sometimes. She has some quirks about her that tend to be off-putting to most people. She has / had a very nasally voice and laugh. Nat's hair is arrow straight, and it does nothing to hide her larger than normal ears from sticking out. And the reddish, brown strands make it look as if it were dyed that color, by design, but it isn't, it's her regular color. Nat's face is clear of any blemishes. It is also as pale as pale can be, but it is clear. What she hates about it is that her lips are thin and the protruding upper canines that push her lips forward. She has heard enough Vampirella jokes to last her a lifetime. She took some teasing along the way, but not much. Simply because I wouldn't allow it.

I mentioned metabolism earlier because I eat everything. Anytime, anywhere. There is never a worry because it has zero affect on me, but Nat wasn't as lucky. When she was around 13 years old, she started gaining a bit of weight. Chunky, but by no means fat. It bothered her so much that no one in our family has seen her in anything but oversized clothes and sweats since she turned 16. And at just under 5', she is also the shortest one in the house.

And, just like most days, she always tags along with me and my friends.

"Fuck man, does Nat always gotta come with us." It was I question that didn't need to be asked, because the answer hadn't changed since we started grade school. Yes. Nat went everywhere that I did.

We were inseparable, but not by choice. In the early days it was an older brother looking out for his little sister. She was a tattletale, a liar, a crybaby and generally a pain in the ass. In short, she was the bane of my existence, but she was my sister. Then I turned 16 and started to drive, but if I even wanted to go to the store in mom or dad's car, she tagged along. The car and Nat became a package deal. Do you want the car? Take Nat. It was something that I could live with.

And then it all turned around for me, by the time I was 18. Even though Nat was the world's biggest cock-blocker, I brought her with me without being asked or told to. She didn't have many friends. I mean none that she actually hung out with, and she always looked so sad when I left her behind.

The retainer and braces. The weird haircuts that mom would give her to try and hide her ears. Then the bandages that made her look like a Doberman puppy when she had her ears pinned back. Sometimes, she looked like a science project that had gone wrong. I could live with all these things because, she was my sister and I loved her.

Nat's life started to change when the braces finally came off, and she picked a suitable hair style. At some point, she officially looked like every other cute high school girl.

By the time Natalie had turned 17-years old, she started to jog with me. For the first month or so, we stopped every 300 yards to rest. For the next couple of months, she had weights strapped to her when she ran and there was never much of a complaint and only a few stops along the way. Then it seemed like every run after that, I was the only one complaining. I needed her to slow down. She was tiny compared to me and didn't have to carry the weight that I did. I knew that she was eating right and that she was dropping pounds, but no one could never tell by what she wore, because it was still oversized. But she was fast, and being that fast, I should have guessed how much she had trimmed down, because speed is always the biggest give away.

"She's coming. Ask again man, and I'll..." Dylan didn't live far from our house and he and I have been friends since the early years of grade school.

"Bry, calm down. I was only joking. I fucking know that "she's coming", but 5's a crowd man. Tonight, could be the night, for both of us. They're twins brother. They do "everything" together. And I do mean everything." Dylan kept throwing his fingers in the air to show me quotations.

"Don't worry, she'll stay out of the way."

"You say that all the time man. She just..."

"Shut it. Here she comes."

The back door of my father's quad cab opened, and my younger sister pulled herself up into the seat. With the usual slap of her hand lightly on the side of Dylan's head, Nat said hello.

"Dill Pickle." It is her nickname for Dylan. She has called him that since she heard his mother call him "Dilly", many years ago.

"Twerp."

With the niceties out of the way, I pulled out of our driveway, and headed toward what I hoped would be a smooth, fun night. But as most of our nights go, Nat has a way of turning things around.

"You guys honestly think that you'll get your dicks wet with the Ice Princess's?"

Dylan turned sideways in the front seat and looked back at Nat.

"Look Midget, don't fuck this up for us. We'll put up with your shit for the rest of the year if you can see it in your heart to let us have tonight."

"HA!!! Have tonight? I hate to be the bearer of bad news Pickle, but these girls belong to daddy and the church. Their names are "Chastity and the Virgin Mary", for fuck sakes. You really believe that you have a chance with them?"

"Honestly,Shrimp. I think our chances jumped into the gorge as soon as you set foot in this truck. And for the fucking record, their names are Faith and Grace."

"Same freakin difference numb nuts."

The Dutch twins were waiting for at the designated pick-up stop. Nat was correct, even though they were 19-years old, they weren't allowed to date. At least not anyone from outside of their church circle. Dylan and I had put in 3 months of work with the twins, and every time we got together, things seemed to heat up. So, we were hoping to turn the dating thing around.

Dressed in jeans and light fall sweaters, their long, curly blonde hair hung down over their shoulders It formed a waterfall like effect as it cascaded down their back. They were hard to tell apart, but once you knew which was which it was simple, because luckily, they never wore matching attire around us, so they were easy enough to tell apart.

Slowing my dad's truck, I felt obligated to say something.

"Nat, please play nice. Dylan and I like these ones."

"Yeah, these ones, the ones before them and all the other ones. I swear Bry, you try to dump me somewhere tonight and I'm squealing."

Dylan spun in his seat for the second time.

"You always squeal Dwarf. Why the fuck would tonight be any different?"

"Look Pickle Dick, keep your big yap out of our family's business."

My best friend was out of the truck before it even came to a stop.

"Baby." He picked up one of the girls by the waist. In his arms was Grace. At that point, I knew I was safe, Faith had on a pink sweater. Faith ran to me when I got out and together, we hugged as her strawberry lips rubbed against mine.

Dylan would have liked to get in the backseat with Grace, but Nat wasn't about to give up her normal spot.

"Ladies."

In unison the twins gave a sarcastic, "Natalie".

When they were all seated in the back, it was an amusing sight. Nat looked like a small bush set between two tall pine trees. Both Faith and Grace had to be a good 7 or 8 inches taller than my sister.

"You don't have a date tonight Natalie?" Grace was just trying to be nice...I think.

"Not really Grace. I'm chaperoning and I might pick-up some of the leftovers from whatever carnage happens here tonight."

"What?"

"The 7:30 movie or 8:15 in 3D?" I had to do something to stop them from going any further down that road. The trio that voted, picked the 3D showing.

The theatre was relatively empty and that worked in our favor. Loaded up with the prerequisite popcorn and cola, we made our way to our seats. Nat sat against the wall in a side row. I sat a row behind her, and Faith sat next to me. Dylan and Grace were in the row behind us.

Before the lights even dimmed, I could hear my friend making out with his date. It was sending the correct vibe, because as soon as the lights dimmed, Faith and I started touching each other. By the time the upcoming movie previews and ads were done, she had undone my belt, yanked down my zipper and eased my cock out of my pants. She placed her sweater over my lap while she stoked me. For the first 30 minutes I thought that it was going to just be another hand job, but when the movie progressed into a darker than normal space scene, Faith moved to a different position. On her knees, she leaned over, lifted her sweater and took me into her mouth.

The feel of her lips and throat caressing my shaft made me lurch forward, kicking Nat's chair as I did. She spun back to look at us. Her red and blue glasses focused on me and what I was up to. In disgust, she looked away.

Faith allowed my hands, free range to roam anywhere that they wanted. By the time that I was ready to cum, I had a tit cupped in one hand, with a finger curled into her pussy from the other.

Her hips bucked up against my fingers. She was fucking herself with my hand and her excitement was very evident. My hand was soaked and the suction from her mouth around my dick had increased. I gave fair warning that I wasn't far from finishing and Faith couldn't have cared less.

A blast of goop flew up my shaft, filling my dates mouth. 10 seconds later, no one other than a DNA specialist would have been able to prove that I had cum. Faith had licked, sucked and swallowed every bit of the evidence and cleaned the entire area.

With my hand still buried in her crotch, Faith had other plans for the still hard cock in front of her. Slipping out of her seat and closer to the floor, she lowered her jeans to her ankles and moved so that she was almost sitting in my lap.

Reaching between her legs, she grabbed what she wanted and guided it to her waiting hole. Sitting back, she made tonight's movie the best one that I had ever been to.

Faith's mouth had felt great, but her pussy felt incredible. It was silky, wet and tight. I was surprised that she wasn't a virgin. There had been rumors of it, but it didn't matter to me. This was also the very first time that I was ever in a woman without a condom. Amazing. I put my finger back on Faith's clit and grabbed at her smooth hip with the other hand. Plunging as deep into her as I could, Faith bent forward until her head was resting on the back of Nat's seat.

"Hey cum breath, stay in your own seat." Normally those were words that would have ruined or ended my night, but Faith was too close to the finish line. I could almost hear her hissing when she spoke to my sister.

"What's the matter Natalie, I thought that you said you wanted the sloppy leftovers."

"Not yours bitch."

Faith came with a grunt and a growl. I could feel her clenched up around my shaft, trying to milk another load out of it, but it didn't happen. One of the ushers was doing a routine check down the other aisle and would soon be heading our way.

With the usher walking right toward us, the Preacher's daughter had no intention of being caught with my cock in her.

Everyone was dressed and sitting in their seats when the kid passed by us. She didn't look like she gave a shit what was going on, but we still decided it was in our best interest to just cuddle and enjoy the rest of the movie.

I reached my hand over the back of my sister's seat and asked her to share her movie treats. "Hey Nat, lay some of those Goobers on me."

"She pulled the box away from my hand and said, "No".

"Why not?"

"Cuz, you've got cunt snot all over your fingers."

That was the last time that anyone spoke until the final credits rolled across the screen, and the lights came up.

"Oh my god. That movie was incredible. The scenery was beautiful." Apparently, the twins enjoyed the parts of the movie that they had seen.

"It stunk. Who ends a movie like that? Now we have to wait 2 years for the sequel. That's bullshit." Apparently, Dylan wasn't a fan.

"Bryan?" Faith was asking what I thought.

"I loved every second of the 2 and a half hours." Nat huffed out an "I bet you did", but I wasn't finished saying what I wanted. "That said, I hate having to wait that long for the next one. Nat, what did you think?"

It took her a while to speak, almost as if deciding if it were worth it to do so. When she finally did, I wished that she hadn't.

"I was actually very surprised. I'm even more surprised that I agree with the knob-gobblers. It was a cinematic masterpiece. It was filmed beautifully, and I for one, have no problem waiting for the next chapter.

Dylan and I stood mouths open at the knob-gobbler comment. Faith and Grace stood there like it had gone directly over their heads.

Back in the truck we headed home so that the twins could meet their parental curfew.

"I'm so thirsty. I think I ate too much of that salty popcorn." Dylan looked at me and cringed. He had been a family friend for years and had been around long enough to know that my little sister wasn't going to let a juicy fast ball like that slide by without taking a swing at it.

"Yeah, I think it's safe to say, from where I was sitting, that wasn't the only salty thing that you swallowed tonight.

The rest of the drive was silent. We dropped the twins off in the very same spot where we had started.

Faith snuggled into me and told me, "your sister is really mean", I tried to re-direct, and told her that she would change once they had met under more favorable conditions.

With lots of kissing and groping, some small talk and promises to text later, we were on our way.

"Really, you sick bastards let those bitches put their tongues in your mouths after you nutted in there. What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Nat had been on lots and lots of dates with us. She knew that Dylan a I sometimes got lucky in the sex department, but this was probably the first time she ever had front row seats, pardon the pun.

"It's called being affectionate. Girls like it. You'll see one day." I tried to calm the waters.

"Doubt it. I watched mom give dad a blowjob on our last camping trip. They thought that I was asleep, but nope. They came back to the trailer all drunked-up, and I had to endure the whole fuckin thing. And guess fuckin what? Dad didn't want any part of mom's lips after she blew him. I'm scarred for life by the whole ordeal."

Dylan spit Dr Pepper into his hand and I almost crashed into a parked car.

"Jesus Nat."

"Easy on the Jesus shit. If you pair of asshole's knock-up the evil twins, your Sundays will be fucked forever. You'll be watching their old man preaching, instead of watching sports."

"Holy fuck, what is wrong with your demented munchkin of a sister?" Unfortunately, I didn't know the answer.

And that was the end of another fun filled night with Nat.

Luckily, I had to work, so I avoided Nat and didn't see her for the next few days. I knew that she had said something to our mother about what had happened, because every time I walked past her, she gave me a cocked eyebrow or a dirty stink eye. But by Wednesday my younger sister was looking for a jogging partner.

We did the usual 5-mile trek along the bluffs that lead directly to the point. It gave us the perfect view of land and water. Normally, we would have a quick rest and start back, but today, Nat wanted to sit and talk.

"Bryan, do you even like any of those girls?"

"Which?"

"The ones that you have sex with."

"Yes."

"Do you love any of them?"

"Love...I guess in a strange kind of way. But I really do like Faith a lot." Her scrunched up nose showed her disfavor. "What about you kid, anyone for you? There has to be some guy that you like?"

"No." The answer came way too quick.

"Really Nat? Come on. It's just you and me. You know that I'd never tell anyone." She looked around the grassy area of the park as if someone might overhear.

"The only boys that I've ever spoken with are you and Pickle."

"Don't tell me that you haven't played 7 minutes in Heaven when you were at a party."

"Well...I never did."

"Why not?"

"Why not what? I'm not letting some puke faced punk finger me just for the sake of saying that I let some asshole finger fuck me. Obviously, I have far higher standards than you and Dee."

"Dee, how the hell did she get mixed up in this?"

"Guilty by association I guess."

"How so?"

"Well, if you ever got a look at her dildo collection, you'd be surprised."

"How do you know she has a collection?" Here had to be a shocked look on my face.

"She let me pick one out to use."

"Bullshit." I couldn't imagine one of my sisters pleasuring themselves with a plastic phallus. I mean, I could, I just didn't want to.

"Well big brother, if you spent more time with her, you'd know that she was a perv too."

"What do you mean, "perv too"? Do you think that you're a perv?"

"Jesus, dipshit. I mean you. I'm not the one getting sucked off during a movie."

"First of all, that doesn't make me a pervert. Second, maybe you should let someone go down on you. You might learn to lighten up a little bit. And you wouldn't need to be playing with Dee's toys."

"It wouldn't help, and maybe I like Dee's toys."

"Really Nat, it certainly wouldn't hurt for you to have the human touch."

Our fiery conversation went into quiet mode. Sitting with my back to a shade tree I couldn't help but envision Dee's dildos and Nat using them. As sick as it was, the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on a bit. It's not something that a brother should be thinking about his sisters doing, but I didn't bring it up, nor did I start the conversation. Too much time had passed, it was time to head home.

"You ready?"

"I have been for a very long time."

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"I've been waiting for the right person."

"What?" I didn't understand what she was saying.

"What?"

"Nat, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just let it go..." Her feet kicked up stones as she raced away from our resting spot on the point. For the entire run home, she never let me catch up to her, not even once. The whole time I was behind her, I was watching her ass bouncing under her gray sweatpants, right up until she was so far ahead of me, she disappeared from my sight.

By the time I got home Nat was nowhere to be seen and Dee was reading a book on the front porch. She had a look on her face when I showed up.

"What's up with her?"

"Like I know. Some kind of hormonal shit. One minute she's given me shit about my girlfriends, the next she's asking me about love, the next she's telling me about you guys sharing dildos.""WHAT? She, did not." Dee gasped and instantly looked pale.

"Which part?" Dee had a sheepish look on her face. She knew that I didn't pull the dildo comment out of my ass, it had to have come from somewhere reliable.

"What...what did she say?"

"She said that I'd be surprised by the size of your collection." Dee's mouth dropped open, and almost trying to defend herself, as she spoke.

"When she said size, you know that she was referring to quantity, right."

"Dee, I don't care." Dee was staring at me.

"I mean...well...I just don't want you to think that I stuff huge things up there."

"Dee, I honestly..."

"You believe me, don't you?"

There was no answer. The screen door banged as it closed behind me. I took 2 stairs at a time as I rushed to get into the shower. The water felt good running over me, but not nearly as good as when I sprayed a load of cum over the tiled walls and floor. Jerking off in the shower was something that I rarely did, but the thoughts racing through my head of Dee and Nat using toys to get themselves off, and the picture of Nat's ass in front of me all day, was enough to make it one of those occasions. I took way longer in the bathroom than I normally do. I had shaved and showered. And when I got back to my room, Nat was waiting.

"Really?"

"Really, what?"

"Can't you keep a secret asshole? You told Dee that I told you about her collection? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Me, what's wrong with you? Why the hell would you tell your own brother about his sisters sharing things that they stuff up their twats? It's just not right."

"You double standard idiot. It's okay for you to do it, but not us. I've been waiting to talk to you for the past 20 minutes, you think I couldn't hear you jerking off when I put my ear to the door."

"Really Nat. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Lots of stuff. That's why I need you to be able to keep a secret. I need to know that whatever happens, you won't tell anyone." She was looking at me like she was very pissed off.

"Maybe if you told me it was a secret. Or told me like you weren't bragging about you and Dee sharing...something very personal, I would have known."

"Fuck you're thick." Nat left and didn't return. I actually didn't see her until dinner. Even then, she didn't look my way.

Thankfully, Thursday morning was very quiet. Mom, Dad and Dee had all left for work. Nat was nowhere to be seen, so I was in the clear. With no plans in sight, I grabbed a bowl to cereal and sat my ass down to watch whatever the hell I felt like watching.

Unfortunately, my time alone was short lived. Nat came into the living room wearing only her sleepwear. She sat there for a good 30 minutes before she spoke.

"Dylan." I was watching sports highlights and had no idea what she was saying.

"What?"

"Dylan." Still no idea, but she must have been serious, because she never calls him Dylan.

"Nat, what the fuc..."

"You asked me if there was anyone special that I liked."

"Dylan...you like...oooooooooh." I finally caught on to what she was saying. "Does he know?"

"No stupid."

"Why Dylan?"

"Well, it's either him or you. And if it were you, it might get a little uncomfortable for us around the holidays. You know if I bring you home and introduce you as my boyfriend and everything. It might freak some people out." I laughed at what she was saying. "It's not funny."

"Come on Nat. It's very funny. I'm glad that you have a crush on Dylan, but you might want to let him in on the secret. At least that way he knows that you like him." She sat in silence again. Staring at me like she wanted to beat me to death with the TV remote. "What?"

"I can't tell him."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think that I'm hot enough for him. And...well I don't know anything about sex, and I know that he does. I know that for sure, so that's why I need you to keep a secret."

"Nat, you know that I can keep a secret. It's just that you have never told me one."

"I told you about Dee's dildo collection."

"Yeah, but not once did you say that it was a secret, did you." I had her on a technicality. After a few minutes of her not speaking, I knew that she was waiting for me to ask what the secret was. "Okay, I'm sorry about the Dee thing. Tell me what you want me to keep to myself, I promise. No one will ever hear a thing about it, cross my heart." I made the sign of the cross, like when we were kids.

"Don't make fun of me Bry."

"Jesus, since when are you so sensitive? Are you having your period?"

"You're such a dick. I ask you for one favor and right away you think that it's a feminine thing. You're always such an insensitive asshole."

"ME? See Nat, that's the problem. You haven't asked or told me squat. You throw shots at me all the fucking time, yet I'm the "insensitive" one. That's hilarious." There was a very long deliberation inside her head. She was weighing up the pros and cons of whatever she wanted to tell me, and in the end, she had already told me what she wanted. Now she wanted to ask me something, and that would be what she wanted kept a secret.

"I need you to look at me. See if the changes are working." I just nodded. "And tell me if you think that Dylan might want to date someone like me."

My brotherly instincts kicked into high gear. My little sister had a crush on my best friend and for some reason, thought that she wasn't good enough for him.

"I don't need to look at you. Nat...you're already too good for Dylan. You always have been, but if you really like him...you'll have to change the way that you treat him and the way that you talk to him. I mean some guys enjoy sarcasm with a big ole side order of crazy, but you tend to cross the line...but only a bit." I tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

Nat was standing in front of me, watching me watching her.

"You ready?" Before I could ask, "for what?", her nightshirt was beside me on the sofa.

Don't get me wrong, topless women have always had a very distinct way of keeping my attention, but Nat's perky titties had me absolutely mesmerized. I could have stared at her perfect pair for the remainder of the day, but my younger sister wasn't done. I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulled them down. Even if I wanted to try to stop her, I couldn't have. I was speechless, and from somewhere deep inside of me, I don't think I even considered trying to stop her, because I wanted to see her naked.

Naked, except for the pair of pink Nike no-show socks, Nat stood with her hands on her hips. Her slender, curved hips. Nat had lost almost every ounce of her baby fat, not that she really needed to. The jogging / running, along with her healthy diet had her in really good shape. She was short and her toned body was the perfect amount of skin and bones. Her curves were very evident, but not overpowering. Her boobs hung nicely on her chest. A solid "B" cup, that look good enough that I was hardening up just from seeing them. When she spun, I got a good look at her firm naked ass. The same ass that I had watched bouncing in front of me every time that we jogged. Staring at her, I could only see one thing that I might change, and it was a preference thing, not a flaw.

"Well?"

"Really Nat, where the hell have you been hiding that body?" Her shy smile told me that my words pleased her.

"Do...do you think Pickle would like it?"

"I'm very sure that anyone with a "pickle" would like it."

"But..."

"But what?"

"Come on Bryan, I know you. There's something that isn't right. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me right now, you promised." It wasn't a deal breaker. In fact, any guy that saw Nat naked in front of them might not even notice. "Stop being a dick and tell me."

"Okay, calm down. Nat you're absolutely gorgeous. I only thing that I would question is, when was the last time that you trimmed up that bush? It's pretty hairy." My little sister looked down at her crotch. The fingers of her right hand pulled at the hair that was covering her mound. When she did, her lips split just enough to expose her inner pink to me. Then, only to add to my pain, she rubbed her long fingers through the long, dark strands, and into her valley. I was now fully erect.

"Never. It has never occurred to me to do it." After a short pause. "Should I? I mean do guys like it bald, or should I leave some hair?"

"Some do, but generally they like it trimmed a bit shorter. I mean, at least I do. But that's only me." I grinned at my sister as I stared at her hairy bush and I couldn't resist giving her a little shot. "Who knows, maybe Dylan likes the native Amazonian jungle look."

"Oh. Alright, I'll trim it before we move on to the next part." The whole Dylan thing went right over her head.

"Next part. What next part?"

A shyness moved over Nat as she stood naked before me. My usually sarcastic, witty, sometimes a little bit too bitchy sister, was fighting to tell me what the "next part" was.

"Nat, for Christ's sake, you apparently have no problem showing me your tits and your twat, so if you gotta ask me another question, just fuckin do it."

Her eyes squinted and the bitchy look returned instantly.

"It's not a question asshole, it's a request."

"Well, enlighten me." My patience was wearing thin with my sister.

"No dick smack, I want you to enlighten me."

"What?" What the fuck was I missing. "Okay, try explaining what you want to me Do it like I have a learning disability."

"Jesus Christ Bryan, you do have a learning disability. Just how fucking dumb are you? I want you to teach me about sex."

Apparently, I am very dumb. Nat was asking me to teach her about sex, but I still didn't understand what she wanted. I could see the questioning look on her face, and I wanted to help her.

"Yeah. Sure. Get dressed. Just tell me what you want to know. I have a health book in my room, and we can find whatever else we need online. There has to be lots of informative stuff that we can look up."

Nat's hands were planted firmly on her naked hips. The tiny toes on her right foot were tapping a silent beat on the hardwood flooring beneath them.

"What?"

"God damn it Bryan, I want you to fuck me!"

I tried to speak, but it came out like a bunch of jumbled words. No one would have been able to understand what I was saying. Deep breaths. I tried to calm myself down. I tried to get air into my lungs, but it wasn't working. I would have been okay if she put her clothes back on, but she was naked in front of me, her tits lifting and lowering with every deep breath that she took. Her wild bush covered any view of her lips or clit, but I had witnessed them, I knew that it was there, and I knew what they looked like, and I knew that she wanted me to see them again.

"Whe..." I had gasped at the air to clear the frog out of my throat so that I could continue. "When?"

The tapping of her foot didn't stop. For someone that was asking me to have sex with her, she sure did look agitated.

"Now asshole, but apparently you prefer a more groomed pussy, so I'm going to trim it for you." Her eyes were like slits and she tilted her head as she watched me pulling off my night pants. "Bry, what are you..."

I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I shouldn't even entertain the idea of what was about to happen, but I couldn't stop myself. It was a gift being given to me, and I was going to accept it without question.

The tip of my cock poked her in the mid-belly before I leaned down so that your mouths could meet. Nat moaned as my lips crushed against hers. At 14" taller than her, it made it a bit awkward to bend down for a kiss, so I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my hands, lifted her off the floor and set her naked ass on the cool granite countertop. Nat gave a short squeal as her flesh touched the smooth, cool stone surface. My smile did not go undetected.

"What."

"Nothing. It's just that, it can't be that cold, considering you're wearing a fur coat down there." Before she had a chance to respond, I covered her lips with mine. My tongue tried to penetrate her mouth, but her lips held tightly closed. I stood back, giving my little sister time to collect herself. "Nat, maybe we should wait. You can try another time, when you're more ready"

"No. I want to. It's just. It's just...I don't want to disappoint you."

"That should be the other way around. It might be me that disappoints you. Maybe I don't have what you need."

Nat lifted my curled fist up off of the counter and uncurled my fingers. Pulled my flat hand forward, she placed my hand on her virgin breast. I could feel the soft skin, and the hard nipple.

"Fuck Nat, they're incredible." She blushed as my hands explored her boobs. "You tell me to stop if I do anything that you don't like."

My lips touched the side of her neck, and she let out a cute little giggle. Then her body tensed as my lips moved down so that I could kiss her strawberry nipples. I sucked and licked each of them. Rotating often so that they weren't jealous of each other.

"That...that feels really good."

Apparently, my little sister liked when I gently bit her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. I let my hand slip down to Nat's hip as I continued to suckle her breasts, and when it went even lower, she lifted so that it could cup her ass.

The giggles returned when I kissed her belly. A soft "quit" when she pushed my head, made me stop. I looked up from her stomach and Nat's eyes were wide open. She knew where I was headed, and she knew the next place my tongue would be.

"Bry, you really don't have to if you..."

Her thighs were warm on my face. I couldn't reach her pussy with my mouth, because her legs were still clamped tightly together. "Nat, you need to spread them." And when she did, I could feel the heat and smell the excitement.

This was uncharted territory for me. I had gone down on a couple of my girlfriends, but never one that had any hair. And Nat had hair. My mouth filled with the dark strands as my tongue darted forward. It wasn't horrible, in fact I was rock hard.

Centering in on where I knew her lips would be, I moved my tongue up and down, cutting a path until I was rewarded with flesh. Nat's meaty lips surrounded my tongue as soon as it found her slit.

"Fuuu..." I moved up until I found her clit. "Bry, oh my god. That feels..."

I reached to grab one of Nat's boobs, but it was gone. My sister had laid down flat on the kitchen island. Her legs were bent at the knees and were spread as far open as she possibly could. The wide-open space gave me the opportunity to use my left hand to pull back some of her hair, and when I did...what a view. Nat's pussy was beautiful. Full meaty lips that were much darker than her pink insides. And her clit. Her clit looked like nothing I had ever seen before. It stuck out and was smooth and shiny. And Nat also loved whenever I touched it.

My continuing exploration found that Nat no longer had a barrier. It was probably ripped away by one of Dee's toys. Although she no longer had it, she was still very tight. Tight enough that it felt like her walls were caressing my finger.

Working both my finger and my tongue on her, I could hear and feel my sister change. Her breathing became more rapid, and her body became more rigid. My left hand was holding back her fur and parting her lips. My right middle finger was pushing in and out of her tightness, while my tongue was using her clit as a punching bag. It seemed like it was just what she wanted. She had asked for it, and there I was, fulfilling her request.

"Shhiiiiiiiiiit." I could feel her fingers wrapping into my hair. "Oh my god, Bry." I continued until her legs started to buck and Nat's hands pushed at the top of my head. "Sto...stop."

Her body was naked and open before me. Head back, looking at the ceiling. Chest heaving from her orgasm. Arms and legs spread wide on the kitchen island, it occurred to me that having lunch there would never be the same.

Nat was at the perfect height for me to give her oral, but actual penetration wouldn't be possible unless I stood on a chair. So, I took my time and ran my fingers over Nat's naked body while her heartbeat dropped back down to a normal rate. Tracing her legs, arms, belly and nipples, I touched every inch of her skin, and not a drop of blood had left my dick, as I search for the perfect place to take her virginity.

"Dee?" I said it like it was a question. Like my mind was playing tricks on me. Like I was imagining what I was seeing.

"What?" Nat asked me from her dream like trace.

"Fuck. Nat, you gotta hurry. Dee's home." I watched through the window as Dee's car pulled into the driveway. She was home early, but that didn't matter. If we didn't move, she was going to catch us.

Nat jumped down from the island and I tried to help ease her down. My cock pushed up between her legs and was dragged through the wet valley of her hairy lips. "Fuuuuuuck." I wanted to push it in right there and then. "Clothes." Nat was still naked and halfway across the room. Turning back, she grabbed her 2 pieces and darted up the stairs. Yelling, "tell her I'm not home", as she left.

My t-shirt and night pants were in place by the time Dee came in the door, but with no underwear on, it would take some creative moving to hide my hard dick from Dee.

"Hey kid."

"Hey. You're home early."

"Nope. I only work a half day on Thursday's. See nobody ever pays any attention do what I do around here." Dee crinkled her nose and sniffed the air. "Do you smell pus..." She stopped mid-sentence. Looked at me and continued. "You have one of your girlfriends over?"

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Yup." Dee walked around the kitchen and I moved to the opposite side of the island. Her nose was still trying to determine what the smell was in the air.

"Well, it smells an awful lot like..." Dee stopped at the edge of the island and looked at me, then down at the countertop. The damp puddle was very evident. Reaching down, she dragged her fingers through the wet residue on the granite.

Lifting her hand to her nose, she drew in a deep whiff. "Really?" Her tongue darted out so just the tip touched the wetness on her fingers. Circling toward me, she came around the corner of the island and stood beside me, "No girlfriend here? Bryan, we eat there for Christ's sake." Leaning down, she smelled my face. "You better wash up the countertop with bleach. Maybe do your face while you're at it."

She stepped back and started to leave, then stopped.

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

"Your girlfriend."

"Dee, there's no one here. I promise. I'm all alone."

"You're a shitty liar Bryan. You always have been. There's...stuff right there, and your face smells like pussy, and your...your dick is rock hard. Something is fuckin going on around here."

"No, it is not."

"Which part?"

"Look Dee, no one's here. Nothings going on, and my dick isn't hard."

"Then stand up."

"I'm not..."

"You don't have to show it to me, I know it's hard. You're such a pig Bryan, I should tell mom you were fucking on the countertop. We spend family time there, you asshole."

Yes, we did.

Dee left me behind and headed up the stairs. I prayed that she wouldn't run into Nat. I did the only thing that I could, I waited. 37 minutes later, Dee walked by me. She had a strange look on her face. She didn't believe for a second that I was watching a cooking show.

"Where are you going?"

"Ellen's house."

"Can you drop me off at Dylan's place."

"Yeah..." I jumped off the sofa and made like I was headed somewhere.

"I'll be right down. I'm going to grab a shower and..."

"Nope. No. Not a chance. I'm leaving right now. I'm not waiting for your dumb ass."

I gave her a "thanks a lot", as the door closed behind her.

It was never my intention to leave the house, but it definitely helped to erase most of Dee's suspicions.

Nat was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere, including the Harry Potter room under the stairs and found nothing. I didn't want to yell out but, I was curious where she went. My whispering call out of, "Nat", finally gave me what I was looking for.

"She gone?"

"Yeah. She drove away a couple minutes ago. Where were you?"

"Hiding in mom and dad's bathroom."

That explained it. Their room and especially their bathroom had long been off limits to all of us. It was their private domain, and all hell would break loose if any of us were ever caught in there.

"Smart move."

My little sister grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. She was excited, like she was taking me to see presents under the Christmas tree.

"Your room, okay." My cock was back to being a piece of steel. Hell yes, my room worked. The door closed behind us and Nat turned to kiss me. "I was fucking dying. I wanted to scream at her to get out of the house. If she didn't leave, I swear to god, I would have fucked you right in front of her. Bryan?"

"Yes."

"Do all guys do that to their girlfriends?" I knew that she meant giving oral.

"Not all of them, but they should."

Pulling my pants down, Nat released me and took me into her mouth. Mumbling around my shaft, she asked me to tell her how she was doing.

Unlike some people, I have never really been a complainer, and one thing that I have never complained about was how well a girl sucked my dick, and I wasn't about to start now. And as it turned out, I didn't need to. Nat used the correct amount of spit, suction, hand and mouth. She wasn't great at it, but she was a long way from being bad.

"Fuck Nat, that feels so good."

Looking up, she pulled herself off of my cock, wiped the white traces of spit off her lips, and stood up in front of me. In a flash, she was as naked as me.

"What the fuck happened?" My sister's bush was gone. It had been trimmed down to a short patch of groomed hair.

"I used dad's beard trimmer."

Laughing as I said, "I'm sure he'd be very happy to hear that".

Once completely covered from head to toe to hide her insecurities, my baby sister was laying naked on my bed, waiting for me to take her virginity and teach her about sex.

Crawling up to her, Nat spread and wrapped her arms over my shoulders. Our kiss was not one that should ever happen between a brother and a sister. My tongue slowly probed her mouth, it was dirty dancing with hers. I could feel her excitement and the heat raising up off of her body. My hands caressed her skin, tracing slowly over every inch that I could reach. Her hand pumped at my hard shaft. Impatiently, she tried to move her hips into position.

"How do you want this. If you get on top it may not hurt as much."

"I want it to hurt me. I want to feel every inch of it when you put it in me. I want to look in your eyes to see if you love it as much as I do."

We changed up our positions so that Nat was ready. I was on my hands and knees and she guided me in.

My eyes were glued to hers as I lowered my hips. I watched as the head of my cock parted the wings of her beautiful, fleshy, butterfly. Inch by inch, I sank deeper into my sister. It was everything that I expected, and more. Tight, wet and velvety smooth.

Nat did what came naturally to her. Her legs wrapped my body, and her heels touched the cheeks of my ass. When I slowly started to pump into her, she used her legs to set the tempo.

As much as she tried to control the pace and speed up, I went as slow as I thought was required. Pulling all the way out, and pushing back in. I wanted her to feel every ripple and vein of my cock. I wanted her to feel like I wasn't in a rush.

"Are you okay baby?"

"It...it feels...fucking amazing." Her hands pulled my head down, and her lips found mine. When she let me go from the kiss, she added, "don't call me baby".

I chuckled as I pumped. Nat's legs were putting more pressure on my back, she wanted to go faster, and I accommodated her.

Juices coated everything that touched her pussy, including my nuts as they slapped onto Nat's hard little ass. Every thrust brought new sounds and scents. My room smelled like love.

"Bry...fuuuuuuuck." Nat's fingernails clawed into my shoulders as she stiffened. I was surprised that her orgasm had snuck up on me, and that it was as powerful as it was. Mine was also powerful. It didn't sneak up on me, I had felt it build from the very first second, I entered my sister. I didn't cry out like her, but I pushed into her as deep as I could and filled my younger sister with her very first load of cum.

Both of us were throbbing. I could feel the heartbeat pulse in her vagina, and I'm sure that she could feel me throbbing. Still engaged, I wanted to stay like this forever.

I'm not sure if it was the taboo nature of the incest love making or that it was the fact that Nat's was the very best pussy I had ever had the privilege of being in, but it felt like Nat had ruined me for all other women.

The sexual afterglow would have been better then all of my other experiences combined, but Nat had to put a stop to me enjoying it.

"Oh my god Bryan, did you cum in me?" I had indeed.

"Yeah. Aren't you on the pill or something?"

"Why the hell would I be on the pill?"

"I don't know. Maybe to regulate your period or something."

"What the...not that it's any of your business, but my period is perfectly fine you assh..." My lips covered her mouth. She fought. Just like she always did. If she had something to say, she didn't want to be stopped. But when my kisses pressed to her lips, she started to be quiet.

Turns out that Nat liked doggy style, but she loved cowgirl. Being in control, while having her lover be able to hold her hips or suckle and enjoy her titties was what was up. At one point, she held both of my hands onto her boobs as she bounced on my cock. Watching my shaft going in and out of her, made it my new favorite also.

We could have spent the rest of the day doing exactly what we were doing, but after I filled her with a second load, Nat was panicking to get to a drug store. I wanted to have sex one more time in the shower, but got my hands and dick slapped for the effort.

The walk to pick up the pill was quiet, yet Nat seemed at peace. She alternated between holding my arm and my hand. And she didn't stop when we went inside the store. Reading every label 15 times, she finally picked the one that she wanted. No one, not even the cashier seemed to care when she scanned the package and the Coke. We weren't even 10 steps from the door and Nat had ripped into the cardboard and plastic. She popped the tablet into her mouth. With 2 large gulps of her soda, Nat put any pregnancy scares to bed.

By the time we got back to the house, everyone, including Dee, was home.

"Bry."

"Yeah."

"Before we go in, I wanted to say thanks. I really appre..."

I squeezed her quick so that if anyone was looking, they wouldn't be suspicious.

"I should be thanking you. It was the best ever for me. Dylan is going to be a very lucky guy."

"Dylan who?" Nat's laugh was contagious as she sprinted up the front steps to the porch in front of me.

Our family dinner went fine. Nat acted like she did every other day. The only thing different at the table was Dee. She stared at me the entire meal.

My father and I did the dishes. We talked about sports and cars. The things that he loves. When we finished, he put on a game and everyone else had disappeared. I can't even remember what time it was, but sometime after dark, I called it a night.

Nat's smell still lingered in my room. I didn't even bother to try and hid it. I savored the scent like it was a prized trophy.

I was in no hurry to remove the used sheets, because my parents gave me a lot of freedom. In their opinion, if I wanted anything washed, put it in the laundry. So, they never came into my room to snoop around. The smell was never going to be an issue with them.

Absentmindedly, like it tends to do, my hand found its way to my cock. I was just semi jerking off, but I was mostly rubbing it, reminiscing the events of my day.

"Holy shit Bryan, what the fuck are you doing?"

My older sister sounded an awful lot like my mother when she said it. I tried my best to hide my cock and will it to go down, but my boner wasn't going anywhere.

"What the shit Dee. Get the fuck out."

"Show it to me."

"What?" I had heard her loud and clear. My response was a knee jerk reaction. "No fucking way."

"I saw you jerking off, so you may as well show it to me." Dee thought that she held all the power. Her nose sniffed at the air for the second time today. "Were you fucking in here too today?"

"Well, someone was, and you weren't involved, so mind your own business."

"Show me, or I tell mom." When I didn't move fast enough, she said, "I just wanna freakin see it."

The way my day had gone, I had nothing to lose.

My dick pulled south along with the elastic waist band of my pants, until it broke free of the restraints and slapped upward into my stomach.

"Bryan. Holy shit. Can I touch it?"

I thought about it. There was no easy way out of this mess. I was fully turned on by the idea, but...

"Dee, I would really like that, but I'm honestly gonna to need some relief soon. So, I don't think that it's a good idea."

"I will. I mean, I would be...you know, willing to help you with that."

"You think that's a good idea? I mean we are related, and you're engaged."

"He's in Germany. I haven't seen him in over 6-months. You think he hasn't had sex? Guess again. I hear some shit about what goes on over there."

"Dee, I..."

"I know. You think that I'm old and ugly."

"Jesus Christ." What the hell was it with both my sisters always looking for positive affirmation. "No. It's actually the exact opposite, I think that you are one of the hottest girls I've ever seen."

Her fingers were trembling as she undid the buttons of her night shirt. When she placed the shirt on my bed, where I had earlier had sex with Nat, my hands were trembling like hers. Dee was working at the ties that held up her cotton sleep pants, but my eyes were glued to her bra. It appeared that Dee had bigger tits than Nat, and it looked like I would soon be finding out. Dee's hands clutched the waist of her pants and undies, tugging them down to the floor. Like her sister, she had a patch of hair. Unlike her younger sister, it looked like she always kept it short and well groomed.

"Fuck Dee, you're so smokin hot."

"Thanks baby." She was almost shy as she said it.

Unlike my time with Nat, I didn't need to look for a spot. Dee led the way. She climbed onto mt bed and straddled me. Spreading her legs over me, she walked on her knees until she was lined up over my crotch. Dee's pussy was pink, open, wet and waiting. Just like with Nat, I wanted a taste, but Dee didn't allow it, "it's dirty", she said when I asked.

I wasn't sure if she meant her vagina was dirty, or the act itself, but I wasn't overly concern when Dee grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit.

"Jesus Christ, I miss this" Dee said as she sank down onto me.

Unlike Nat, Dee knew exactly what she was doing. There would be no teaching, or her learning as she went. She had done this before, more than a few times. Dee was artful in the act of love making. She skillfully moved her hips and clenched she pussy. I'm not sure if she was doing it for my pleasure or hers, but it really didn't matter, because her body was doing things to me that I had never felt before.

Leaning forward, Dee put her hands on my pillow and let her titties hang down so that they were hovering over my mouth. She tried to keep her nipples just out of the reach of my lips, but I was stronger than her and was able to pull her down to me.

"Yeeeees, just like that baby. Bite them for me." I suckled and nibbled her rock-hard nipples, and it sent her skyward. Dee would later tell me that her nipples were more sensitive than her clit. As I chewed her boobs, she rode me harder and harder. Our sex slapped together loud and wetly. "Christ. Suck them harder."

"Shhhhh." I tried to get Dee to quiet down a little. "You can't be so loud." She couldn't have cared less.

"I'm so fucking close Bryan. Do me doggy." In a flash she was off me and on her hands and knees. The frame of my old bed and my parents hand me down mattress groaned from the uncommon movement. I got behind and lined myself up. "Do it."

Dee's perfect ass pushed back as I pushed forward. I buried myself deeper than I thought possible. I could feel the warmth of her womanhood as it caressed my balls with its wetness.

"Fuck Dee, you feel so good."

She wasn't in the mood for conversation. She was moving. Her hips moved like she was doing a dance that I had never before witnessed. And had I not cum earlier, I would have been done by now.

"Bryan, play with my bum hole."

This was something very new to me. Dee told me that her pussy was "dirty" when I told her that I wanted to go down on her, but here she was asking me to play with her asshole. Okay by me. I had no problem with it. I spit on my thumb and rubbed it in circles over her "other" hole.

"Yeah baby, just like that..." I misunderstood what "play with" meant. Sinking my thumb in as far as it would go, brought a deep growl from my older sister. "I didn't tell you to fuck my ass." My bad, but I didn't pull my thumb out.

My cock plunged in and out of Dee's wet pussy. It was coated with a white, frothy foam. It was a mixture of both of our juices, but it was mostly Dee. It came to the point where I was seconds away from finishing, and Dee could feel it.

"Don't wait for me baby, just keep fucking me after you cum."

Those were the words that it took. Unceremoniously, I pulled my thumb out Dee's ass, grabbed her hips, and pumped like it was the end of my life.

One last drive forward and I stopped. Every fiber of my being was being unloaded into my partner.

"Keep fucking..." It was a hiss more than a request.

Droplets of my cum oozed out of Dee's hole as I started to fucked her again. She was close and getting closer every second. Thinking how I could help her cross the finish line, I reached to her and cupped her tits, giving her nipples a twist as I did.

That was it. Dee's back arched like a stretching cat. Only she wasn't purring, no it was a much louder noise.

"Arrrrrrggggggghhhjhhh...fuuuuuucccckkk...yeeeeeeeeessssss."

My hand tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late.

Sure, as shit, less than 30 seconds later came the bang on my door.

"Come on buddy. Some of us have to work in the morning. Try to keep it down in there and don't watch, that kind of movie when your mother's home. Got it?"

"Yeah dad. Sorry I woke you." Thank god for locking doors. It was better that he thought I was watching porn, instead of knowing that I was actually fucking one of his daughters.

I looked over at my naked sister laying on my bed, smiling. There she was with a load of cum dripping out of her. Had my father came in, I'm not sure which one of us he would have killed first.

"It's not funny. I almost had a fucking heart attack." It was a whisper that only she could hear, because my lips were touching her ear.

I could smell the faint scent of her perfume on her neck. Everything about it and her made me twitch. I moved and put my lips to hers.

"Bryan, no." She must have saw the questioning look on my face. "It's very personal if we kiss. It makes it wrong." I felt deflated. "No, baby. I loved it and I'll let you fuck me anytime you want, but no oral, and no kissing. Those are my rules." She stared at me looking for anything that would let her know what I was thinking. "Can you live with them?"

I could. Without a second thought.

Dee stayed the night in my bed. It was too risky for her to try and leave. Once my father woke up once, he would be on high alert for the rest of the night. That said, it was also way too risky to fuck again. So, for the very first time in my life, I slept with a girl in my bed, under my parent's roof.

The pounding on my door startled me out of a sound sleep.

"Doofus, move your ass." When I asked, "for what", Nat yelled back. "You're driving me to the mall. I'm getting in the shower now, so move it."

Looking over, Dee was leaning on one of her elbows smiling. Her messed up hair looked sexy as hell. I reached out and gently rubbed the same thumb that had been in her ass the night before, over her hard nipple.

Dee's smile turned into an evil grin. "She'll be at least 15 minutes. Do you think that you can make me cum?"

The hot water held incredible. My shower finished and Nat was waiting by the door for me. She was in a hurry for something. Dee on the other hand wasn't. She came. She made me cum. And without so much as a peck on the cheek, she slinked down the hall to her room and locked the door behind herself. She didn't plan on going any place today.

Less than a block from our house, Nat spun in her seat and almost chipped one of my teeth as she slammed her mouth onto mine. Our tongues danced for a minute before she pulled away.

"Wow. That was nice.

"You think?"

"I do. You're a pretty good kisser Nat." That made Nat's day even more than what already had her excited.

It was early enough on a Friday morning that finding a parking spot wasn't all that hard. Nat told me which end of the mall she wanted, and I pulled into a spot 6 places from the door.

Nat held my hand as we walked through the 2 level, mass of stores. I had no idea where we were going, and was to say the least, shocked when we stopped in front of Wet World.

Wet World isn't nearly as bad as it sounds. I had never set foot in the store, but that's only because I didn't need to. Wet World sold nothing but swimwear for women.

Details of sizes, colors and styles, were given to the clerk that would be assisting my little sister and she left to pull a bunch of suits off the racks. Nat and I headed to the dressing area.

"This is new." I didn't want to make Nat too uncomfortable. "Do you need a new bathing suit?" I couldn't remember seeing her in one for probably 5 years.

"You said I was hot, so I want to go to beach day with you and Dylan." See looked at me with a strange look on her face. "You weren't lying, were you Bryan?"

"Really Nat, you know that I wouldn't." And she did know.

With a new sense of security, Nat tried on a dozen new suits. She gave me a catwalk preview of those that she liked. Trying for a sexy walk, Nat turned, spun, dipped and showed off her assets to me. When she finally found the one that she liked the most, she asked what I thought about it. It was perfect, but I couldn't let a chance like this go by.

"Good thing you trimmed up that rainforest, before trying this one on."

No come back at all. Only a smile and a blush.

As per the norm, we picked Dylan up on the way. He rode shotgun, and Nat sat where she always sat. In the middle spot on the backseat.

It was a quiet ride for the first little bit, because Nat normally didn't want any part of beach day, yet today she had a towel in her lap.

Dylan kept looking back at he as if he was concerned for her safety. He finally spoke.

"What's the towel for brat, you plan on doing some extra sweating.

Nat put on some long shorts and a sweatshirt. It would appear that she planned exactly that, but I knew what she had on underneath, Dylan didn't.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very kosher, Dill."

"Enough. Both of you, cut it out right now." I guess my talk to Nat about being a bit nicer to Dylan didn't work.

Last to arrive, we set-up camp in seconds. Grace and Faith couldn't wait to rush over. But before either Dylan or I could say anything to them, Nat gave them a, "Ladies". It wasn't said in a mean way, yet it put the girls back on their heels.We were a dozen, give or take. Depending on who came and who went. This part of the beach is very heavily patrolled, so booze is an absolute no-no, so we had fun the old-fashioned way.

The twins showed off their skinny / lanky frames while they waited for us. The hotter it got, the more that I wanted the water. Shirt off, I was ready, but I sat on my towel and made it look like I was applying more lotion.

"You see that." I spoke low enough so that only Nat could hear me.

"What?"

"All those other girls. Girls that you've pretty much known all your life."

"Yeah, so."

"You don't see it do you?"

"Bryan, what the fuck are you trying to say."

"I not trying to say anything. I'm just telling you a fact. You're way hotter than any of them. You have absolutely nothing to be shy about. Once you strip off that outer layer, Dylan's gonna shit in his pants."

I tossed my t-shirt into her face and stood up. Faith was waiting about 10 yards away, talking with one of her friends. Dylan was headed for the water also, when Grace yelled back to my sister.

"Natalie, you mind watching our stuff while we're in the water?"

On every other day, she would have given them a quick sarcastic come back, and sat there, but not today.

"Can't, I'm going in too. But it should be okay here."

Every single head turned toward her, including mine. Nat stood and undid her shorts, letting them fall into the sand. Unfortunately for the guys, when she bent to pick them up, her ass was aimed away from us. When she decided to remove her top, she took as much time as she wanted for dramatic effect.

As the gray material started to raise, it exposed the curve of her hips, the smooth pale skin of her belly, then the covered swell of her breasts. Tossing the sweatshirt onto the blanket, Nat, for the very first time, stood before her peers in a bikini.

"What the fuck man, where the hell, has she been hiding that shit?" Dylan was speaking to me, but his head had not looked away from my sister. Grace did not appear to be impressed.

"Who knows."

And who did know? Up until a few days ago, I would have been as surprised as the rest of the group. As the day progressed, Nat's body became less of a distraction for everyone, but Dylan and Grace. Dylan because he couldn't stop looking at her, saying, "what the fuck", every time that he did, and for Grace it was only because she was pissed off about Dylan checking out the competition.

It made me feel good that Nat was confident enough that she was able to come out of her shell. Swimming, playing volleyball and just frolicking around on the beach was good for her. She really had transformed from the ugly duckling into the beautiful swan. Most of it was always hidden inside of her. It was just waiting for her to let it escape.

Like all beach day do, this one came to an end. In this area, there would be no fire, so with rounds of hugs, everyone parted ways. Nat and I dropped Dylan off, and when he got out of the vehicle, he gave my sister the biggest hug I had ever watched him give. It was a lot longer than the one he gave Grace, and a week or so early, she had blown him in a theatre.

"Thanks for bringing me today Bry."

"Today? I always bring you."

"Yeah, but today was different." And it was. Today would later prove to be a big step forward in Nat's life.

"Only for you." But I was wrong. Today turned out to be different for many people, me included.

As we approached our street, Nat's hand touched my arm, "turn here", she pointed toward the park. Following her directions, we stopped by the manmade lake and backed the truck into a secluded spot.

Spinning so that her back was toward the road, Nat faced me. It didn't take her long before her lips touched mine. It was soft and loving, which didn't surprise me at all.

"Bry?"

"Yes."

"Can we do it again? I mean, I'm confident that what you taught me is enough, but can we do it again. A last time?"

"A last time?"

"Yeah. Faith seems to really like you, and I can see that she's not like all the other bimbos that you date. Plus, when Dylan and I start dating, I would never cheat on him, even if it is with my brother."

"So, you and Pickle plan on dating soon?"

"Sooner than you might expect. Dylan's coming over tonight to ask you for your permission to take me on a date." Nat leaned over and touched my face as she kissed me. "Bry, I just want to thank you for everything that you do for me. I know that I can be a little much sometimes, but I do love you."

"A bit much?" Her lips covered mine to stop me from speaking.

My hand travelled down her belly. Instinctively Nat parted her legs, and my fingertips slid inside her brand new, bikini bottoms. Running them over her patch of hair they came to rest on the outer lips of her moist pussy.

When I split them, I curled a finger and kissed my sister again. "What makes you think that I'd ever want to stop doing this?"

"You're never going to stop. You're just going to be doing it with Faith."

Putting the seat back as far as it would go, Nat climbed onto me and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Slowly and caringly, we made love. It didn't take very long for either of us to reach the goal we were looking for. With a nipple between my lips, and Nat's pussy trying to crush me from within, I was ready.

"Nat, I going to cum."

My sister jumped out of my hard shaft and took me into her mouth. I barely had the time to push it all the way in before I exploded. Small drops of my spend oozed out from the corners of her lips, but as she continued, Nat licked me completely clean.

"Oh my god Nat, that was actually the absolute best. You could have let me cum in you, I would have been just as happy."

"Me too, but I didn't want you to have to spend $40 on another Plan "B" pill. Plus, years from now, when were old and gray, I'm going to ask you if you remember the night that I sucked you off by the lake."

"Really Nat? I promise you that this whole incredible experience will be something that I'll never ever, forget about, as long as I live."