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Art pushed her onto her back and slid down her, his teeth gently tugged at her left nipple and then her right. He let soft kisses trail down her stomach then, as his fingers lightly played with that little patch of hair above her clit. He smiled as he slid past it with his eyes, and hot breath left his lips, teasing at Guinne's clit, causing her to shiver all over.

"Mmmmm, Art," Guinne moaned softly, her back arching up a bit. Art's tongue darted out and licked along her lips, pushing into them, invading her with his tongue. He took his time, working at her lips and then finally up toward her clit, his tongue darting here and there. It was driving Guinne wild, he was a little inexperienced at it, she could recall better, but years of anticipation more than made up for her brother's slight ineptitude and when his fingers began to work into her, she went off. She moaned and whimpered as she came, her whole body shaking with it.

"Art, Art, oh god Art, fuck me harder with your fingers. Oh, god yes, right there, don't stop, lick your little sister's clit, harder, oh oh god yes like that, just like that. Don't stop, don't stop. Oh yes, yes YES!" Art kept at her clit for a few moments longer, but soon she was shoving his face away, the feelings were too intense, she couldn't stand it. Art leaned back, his face red from all of her dirty talk, peering up at her, wanting to fuck her, but also wanting to wait.

"Mmmm, jerk off for me Art, stand up and stroke your big cock for me, cum on me."

Art looked down at his erection, which looked more than happy to oblige and so he stood up and began to stroke himself, her juices on his hand still. He worked his hand slowly up and down his length, slowly increasing the speed at which he stroked himself. Guinne reached out and placed her hand on his thigh, watching intently as he stroked himself for her.

"Just like that, stroke your hard cock for me Art, your little sister wants you to cum again for her, please Art, give my tits a load of that jizz I love so much, then I'll scoop it all up and eat it."

Art couldn't believe her words, as they pushed him over the edge and finally he erupted again, his juices sprayed over her tits, splattered her chin and got some on her stomach as well. It was no 'porn star' money shot, but he did like how his few sprays of cum looked on his beautiful little sister.

"Oh that's so hot Guinne, you look so fucking sexy right now."

Guinne grinned, as she began to scoop it up with her fingers, licking them clean each time she scooped up a bit, obviously enjoying her treat, until she was no longer covered in his white juice. Art just watched her the whole time, part of him lost in disbelief. Ashamed at what had just happened, but how could something that was so amazing, so wonderful, be wrong? He did his best to push the thoughts away as he slid back onto the couch, and wrapped Guinne up in his arms; their lips met gently a few times. Their bodies wrapped up against each other, the events of the day working through each of their minds, the memories of the night and the faint sound of the porno still playing caused strange and erotic dreams to start up as they drifted to sleep, comfortable in each other's arms.Art awoke with a soft yawn, his erection standing up as it most always did. He adjusted how he lay a little, but somehow, something wasn't right. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times; he realized that he was on a couch, his back to the TV, with Guinne curled up between him and the cushions.

Slowly, he slid his hands from around his sister and slipped from her own grasp as well. He stumbled a little bit as he got up, Guinne curling up a bit more but not waking.

Art brushed a few strands of hair from Guinne's face and gently tucked them behind her ear. He turned to the chair that was at an angle to the couch and lifted the blanket that always lay upon it and then gently arranged it around his sister. She snuggled into it and he ducked into the other room, his erection still angled up from his crotch. He glanced at the wall and checked the clock; it was just after nine a.m. He moved to the window for a moment and peered out.

Down in the house next door, his neighbor Sylvia was once again in the shower. Her naked young body was being lathered up; he could see the gentle curve of her buttocks the best. She turned and he caught a look at her small, apple sized breasts, the pink nipples sticking out.

Art's hand fell to his erection out of habit, and he began to stroke it lightly. Images of his sister danced through his head as he watched his young neighbor finish her shower. It was Sunday morning, so he'd actually been lucky to catch her in the shower.

She was taking her time, as she was not in a rush to get to school. She leaned back against the wall, giving him a great view down at her breasts; her hands came up and began to gently tweak her nipples, causing them to stand even more erect. He blinked, he'd never seen her masturbate in the shower, but it looked like she was planning to do just that. His erection grew even harder at this thought.

Just as Art had thought, Sylvia's hand dropped between her legs and she began to play with herself. He didn't see much of what she was doing, but it was obvious that it involved self pleasure and he saw her breasts heaving with her breath as it grew more and more ragged.

I wish I could hear her, he thought, as his hand slowly slid up and down his erection. He had stopped using lubricant a number of years ago, when he discovered that the friction that a dry jerk caused was pleasant to him.

He did hear her last sounds, the whimpering moan louder than the shower and able to get up to him. He heard just the faintest hint of it, but still it turned him on even more. He moved out into the hall and peeked at his sister on the couch, naked and still sound asleep. He moved up the stairs quickly to his own bathroom where he started the water and slipped in.

He didn't wash first; his hand moved furiously over his erection until he couldn't stand it any longer and his entire body began to quiver with his orgasm. He cupped his hand before the tip; the other was stroking so fast it was nearly a blur. The hot semen filled his hand; his hips jerked with each thick load of it. He swallowed thickly and peered down at the creamy white juices.

Guinne seems to love the taste of my cum, he thought as he looked at it, the warm liquid held outside of the spray of the shower. He was overcome with the urge to taste it, but disgusted by the thought as well. He stared at it for long seconds, then he brought his hand to his lips. His tongue darted out to taste the salty cum. Hmm, not too bad.

Deciding that he didn't care much for the texture, he swallowed the small amount he had licked off his hand. But something about it made his erection start to firm up again; he flushed, embarrassed even though he was alone, and quickly washed the remains off in the spray of the shower.

Art looked up hearing the door to the bathroom open again, "Guinne?" He asked.

"Yep, mind if I join you?"

"Uh, guess not," he glanced down, his erection was still poking out, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked before, he peered at her naked flesh, the small kanji symbol on her left breast standing out to him, he remembered her telling him she'd got it, though she hadn't shown it to him. How she loved the irony of it saying 'breast'.

Guinne pushed the curtain open, climbing in and peering at him, she grinned reaching out and slipping her hand around his hard cock. "Somebody was having nice thoughts in the shower, big brother," She couldn't help but smirk a bit as he flushed red at her words.

"I guess so," he agreed, and peered down at her holding him in her hand. "Maybe we should help him out a little?"

Guinne had been worried he might not want to, but she nodded happily, "What did you have in mind, maybe he needs a good scrubbing? Or a tongue bath?"

Art considered that for a moment, and then shook his head no to both, but didn't say anything.

"No? Well, what would he like?" Guinne felt her juices began to flow as she thought about what 'he' might want, her eyes locked on her brother's erection.

"Maybe, well, we could ... fuck?" Art had been going to save have sex, or make love, but had decided that fuck was what he really wanted, and dirty talk had seemed to turn his sister on the night before.

"I thought you'd never ask," Guinne grinned and looked around the bath a moment, then turned away from him, still holding his erection in her hand. "I think the safest way in here will be for me to grip the shower head and have you fuck me from behind."

"Sounds fine to me," Art managed to get out, as she directed his erection to her waiting pussy, the wetness dripping from it having nothing to do with the fact that they were in the shower. "Now fuck your little sister," she said peering over her shoulder at him as his tip came into contact with the dripping entrance to her pussy.

Art slid his hands along her hips, squeezing them gently and then pushing forward into her. "Ooooh fuck me, fuck my wet pussy." Guinne whimpered the words out as Art slid his shaft into her, he started slowly but after just a half second or so he couldn't bear it, he pushed himself as deep into her as he could, his erection twitching with pleasure as he filled her with it.

"Fuck you feel so good," Art whispered, the water sprayed over the two of them, and ran down their supple flesh. Art's fingers dug into her hips, as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, his body arching into her. He had already cum once that morning , but the taboo of it was causing him to quickly feel the need to cum again. Guinne was already whimpering and moaning like a woman possessed, she had waited what felt like her whole life to feel so complete, to feel Art filling her up, and now he was. She was having a little trouble staying on her feet, with how hard he was fucking her and the slickness of the water covered bath tub floor. Not to mention the weakness in her knees that her impending orgasm was causing. Her hands found things to grip to keep her from collapsing though.

"Harder, oh god, harder, fuck me harder. Oh god oh god ... oh god oh fuck god fuck please, fuck." Guinne could hold on no longer, and her fingers tightened and her toes curled as she nearly passed out from the intensity of her orgasm washing over her. A moment later Art too was cumming and she could feel his erection throbbing as his cum filled her. Guinne's whole body shuddered as her orgasm seemed to intensify at that feeling of cum spurting into her. A moment later they were both on the floor of the tub, Art's arm's wrapped around her, his head on her chin. The water spraying onto them forgotten in the afterglow of such an intense fuck.

Eventually they stood, and Art rinsed his flacid cock off before sliding out of the tub... "I'll go get something to eat started while you finish showering, if you want."

"Okay," Guinne smiled at him, and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall, it was a good twenty minutes before she appeared in the kitchen, dressed and clean.

"Mmm, smells like muffins. Are you the Muffin Man, big brother?" she asked.

Grinning at him she sat down at the little table there in the kitchen.

"I don't know about being the Muffin Man, but I did make some muffins. They're almost done if you're hungry."

"Ravenous! You know me in the early morning, I always wake up starving," she nodded to this. "Do you have some juice or something?"

"No worries and yeah, I remember that you are always hungry in the morning. Why do you think I made breakfast?" he smiled at her and stood up slowly. "And yea, apple or orange?"

"Apple."

Watching him walk to the fridge, Guinne bit her bottom lip lightly and thought. Am I moving too fast? Are we going to regret this? Does it matter? She had put on her t-shirt from last night, and taken a pair of his boxers from his room. "Hope you don't mind I stole a pair of your boxers.

"That's fine, just bring them back this time," he said with a grin, remembering last time she'd ended up borrowing a pair of his boxers, this time seeing them in them was much more sexual though, he had to admit.

Art had of course gone 'all out' for breakfast, and was piling bacon, eggs, and two muffins on to each of the two plates he had set out on the counter. Guinne couldn't help but let a faint smirk touch her lips, thinking of how Art always had to make a procession of every meal he cooked.

"Breakfast is ready," he said, setting the plates on the table and sitting down across from her, "Oh your juice," he got back up, and returned with two glasses of Apple juice.

Breakfast was silent; neither was willing to interrupt the obvious thinking going on at the table. They were both going over the events of the the night and their shower, what they had done with each other. The line they had crossed. Did they still have the option to back out of this? To go back to being just siblings? Neither one knew, both of them wondered if that was the better choice, or if moving forward with this was.

"I need to get going," Guinne said as she finished up the last of her breakfast and broke the silence. "I have class in an about an hour."

She glanced at him and stood up as she stretched again. Art couldn't help but notice her belly button peek out from between his boxers and her shirt. Her flat stomach tempted him again; he looked up at her face and smiled.

"Alright, keep my boxers. You'll need something to wear other than that skirt to class."

He motioned at the skirt piled up on the floor nearby. Guinne moved, picked it up and shoved it in her purse.

"Thanks, big brother."

Art stood up as Guinne moved to leave. She paused and slid an arm around his waist, then pressed her lips against his for a long moment. She got a second pleasant surprise when she felt his tongue seeking admittance to her mouth. Is he becoming more accepting? she wondered.

She held him for a few long moments; the two of them were kissing deeply. She felt his erection push against her stomach as she held him. Guinne pulled away though; she really did have class.

"See ya," she said with a grin as she peered up his face. "Save that for me," she reached out, patted his crotch, then made a dash for the door.

"Bye Guinne," he called after her as she ducked out the door and sped off to her class.

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Guinne's class seemed to take forever; it was an English class and her teacher was going over various things about their next paper. She couldn't really focus; all she could think about was last night, about Art. She wanted to rush back over there after class, throw him up against a wall and just fuck his brains out. But she had an early class and she had a feeling that that might cause him to freak out and pull away, something she didn't want to happen.

Finally, her class was over and she was able to get back to her dorm room. Thankfully Maria wasn't home. She looked at the clock; she was pretty sure her roommate had a class for another hour so she wouldn't be home anytime soon. She tossed her books onto the floor and crawled up onto her bed. Closing her eyes and remembering the night before, she thought about her brother's erection. Her fingers slid down to her sex, rubbing lightly through his boxers.

She thought about his hand down there, touching her, fingering her. Moaning softly, her hand slid up underneath the boxers. Feeling the soft flesh there, she parted her lips slightly and inserted a finger in between. Her palm pressed against her clit, rubbing in little circles as she fingered herself. She was still thinking about Art, wishing that it was him touching her.

I want him to fill me so bad, she thought. Groaning in both annoyance and pleasure, she rolled over and dug around in the drawer of her night stand, pulling out a purple vibrator. It was a fancy one, with a clit stimulator and rolling beads inside. It wasn't a man, but it would do for now.

Guinne closed her eyes and shoved the boxers down to her knees. Her legs opened and the vibrator pressed against her lips as it slid into her. She pushed it in slowly; her fingers moved over the well known controls and put it on the settings she preferred. She started out with slowly working it in and out of her, but it didn't take long before she was pushing it faster and faster. Her head bumped against the headboard over and over as she began to fuck herself furiously; the vibrator was humming and little grunting and moaning sounds were coming from her.

She was so close. Just a little more, she thought as soft gasps were coming from her lips; she was almost there. She whimpered as she felt it coming, and then the door to her room flew open and Maria was standing there. The other woman flushed and turned away, as Guinne grabbed at her blankets and pulled them over herself, covering up.

"I can, uh, come back," Maria murmured, closing the door so that nobody in the halls wouldn't see Guinne like that. Guinne could feel the orgasm subsiding though; she'd need work to get back to that point and it was Maria's room too.

"No, it's okay, I'm done," Guinne cleared her throat a little bit and pulled the boxers back up under the covers. Dropping the vibrator back in its drawer, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Maria moved over to her desk, embarrassed as hell, but also turned on. She had always found Guinne attractive and had seen her naked a few times, but not like that, with her legs spread open and with a look on her face that was filled with pleasure and desire.

Maria swallowed, her voice was thick with the lust she felt welling up between her legs. "Sorry for, uh, interrupting you, Guinne."

"It's fine, really. Let's forget it ever happened, okay?"

"Alright."

Guinne was still red and her nether regions ached with her unsated thirst. Part of her was upset at her roommate, but another part wanted to throw back the blankets and finish while Maria watched. Guinne couldn't help but let a soft giggle well up at that image in her mind. Maria turned, looked at her and arched a brow, then let out a little laugh herself.

"I guess more time had passed since I got back than I had thought," Guinne said and chuckled a bit as she saw the humor in her roommate walking in on her. "Honestly I'm a little surprised neither of us has ever walked in on the other before now, we've been roommates almost a year."

"Well," Maria considered, before deciding to continue talking, "to be honest I do it mostly in the shower. I don't want you to feel like you can't be safe in the main room just cuz I might be horny."

"Oh, that's nice of you, I guess. I pretty much use the shower as well. Hah! That explains why you got the detachable head as well, I was sooo thrilled when you did."

Maria and Guinne both turned red as they realized what they were talking about and the fact that both of them masturbated in the same shower. Maria turned back to her desk, swallowing thickly. She felt her body warm up to the thought of Guinne in the shower, with that detachable shower head.

Guinne's own thoughts were similar as she realized that she shared masturbation habits with her roommate. Wondering how often Maria used the shower in that way, she was now a little turned on by the thought of it.

She'd never really experimented with women; she had been fixated on the male form ever since she could remember. But something about the idea of Maria, naked and leaning up against the shower wall, the shower head buried between her legs, was really turning Guinne on.

Maria realized that a subject change was needed as the pregnant silence in the room grew thicker and thicker, so she asked the usual question. "What were you up to last night? I didn't hear you come in."

Guinne turned an even deeper red as Maria turned to look at her. They had never been "friends" really. Though they talked occasionally, they were from different worlds.

Guinne was a "geek"; she was into science fiction, computers, role playing – things that never entered Maria's mind. Not that Maria was some prima donna or something; she was in fact a bit of a tomboy. Maria was just into things like motocross, field hockey and basketball. She was also kind of butch; even though she considered herself bisexual, she had only been with women in the past two years.

"Uh, I was just out," was all Guinne could manage to stammer out. Her face stayed bright red as she rolled out of the bed and stretched, yawning. Maria couldn't help but stare at her belly button as it was revealed.

Guinne wasn't a stick like many of the women Maria had dated, but her curves were well suited and beautiful. Perhaps she was a little overweight, but she took good care of herself. Maria was the opposite; she was practically too skinny, and ate anything and everything. She never gained a pound though; she was blessed with an ultra-fast metabolism.

"Out, huh?" Maria arched a brow, pulling her eyes from Guinne's navel and up to her face again. Guinne was pretty open about being "out"; in fact she almost tended to brag about her conquests. Since she was wearing somebody else's boxers, it was obvious that she'd had a conquest last night. "C'mon, you usually share more details than 'out', Guinne, don't leave me hanging here. Who was he? Somebody I know?"

Guinne turned away to hide her cheeks, which still refused to go back to their normal shade.

"Nobody you know," she paused while trying to decide how to phrase it. "Just somebody from my past, somebody that I knew when I was a kid. He's living in town, and we went out on a date."

"A long date," Maria said with a grin.

"Yeah, a long date," Guinne turned back towards her, sticking her tongue out at her roommate. "I'm taking a shower."

Maria couldn't help but chuckle. "Enjoy and hurry up. I need one myself."

"Liked what you saw, huh?" Guinne said before she could stop her tongue. Her flush, which had started to subside, rose back up. She hurried into the bathroom, not giving Maria a chance to respond.

"Yeah, actually," Maria whispered, knowing Guinne wouldn't hear her through the now closed door. She looked up at it as she heard the water start to run, then transferred her gaze to Guinne's bed. She had fantasized about Guinne once or twice, but never had she been so confronted with her roommate's sexuality.

Even now the heady scent of Guinne's arousal hung heavily in the room. Maria swallowed thickly then rose to her feet, moving slowly to the edge of Guinne's bed, following the scent to its source.

Guinne climbed into the shower, the warm water running over her supple flesh. She sighed into the spray, thinking of Maria walking in on her. The scene played out differently this time though, as Maria, instead of blushing and looking away, moved closer and crawled on top of Guinne.

Guinne's fingers were already dropping down between her legs, rubbing at her clit in a slow circular motion. She had once thought about sleeping with a woman, and while it had turned her on, it had never been like this. She flushed as she pulled the head of the shower from the wall.

Maria crawled onto her roommate's bed, her face burying into the soft cotton sheets, roughly where Guinne's wet pussy had been not even ten minutes ago. It was damp and as Maria breathed in the scent, she thought, What am I doing? She had been living the solo life for a few months now, ever since she broke up with her last girlfriend. Am I this desperate that I'm sniffing my roommate's bed sheets?

Sighing, she rolled over and looked at the door. She wanted to burst into the bathroom and join Guinne. She knew how long her roommate generally took to shower, and leaned back for a moment. She was finally willing herself out of the bed and its arousing scents when she spotted the sloppily closed nightstand drawer. A hint of purple peaked out from in there, and she realized just what it was.

Guinne leaned into the wall of the shower. The shower head was now between her legs, spraying water right against her fingers and clit as she furiously rubbed at that most delicate of spots, then down farther until she was pushing two fingers in and out of herself. The showerhead was the perfect complement to her fingers and was making her moan softly and start to breathe heavily.

Maria inched the drawer open and then her fingers lifted the purple vibrator from inside. It was still damp with Guinne's juices; she'd had no time to clean it off and the drawer hadn't kept it dry enough for it to evaporate. Maria flushed and looked over at the door to the shower, then slowly licked along one side of the fake cock. She moaned at the taste; Guinne tasted amazing.

Maria flushed, and looked at the door again. The shower was still running and when she struggled to hear she could make out the faintest noises of moaning from inside. She leaned back again, closed her eyes, and fantasized about Guinne in the shower, as she feverishly shoved her sweat pants and panties down to her knees. Her legs spread open as she shoved the purple vibrator inside of her.

Guinne was gasping now, her breath coming in short ragged moans as she made herself climax. The water and her fingers combined with a fantasy was unlike any she'd had before, creating a hard and body-shaking orgasm. She nearly fell to her knees, the angle of her body with the side of the tub at her feet and her ass against the wall the only reason she didn't; the image of Maria licking her pussy was so vivid and intense. She closed her eyes and stood under the warm water for a few more moments, before she cleaned up and stepped from the shower. She paused, realizing that she hadn't thought of Art at all as she'd played with herself in the shower. She wasn't sure she'd ever gotten off without him on her mind before and that startled her a bit.

Maria was far too gone to hear the shower shut off; Guinne usually took much longer showers, but her intense orgasm made her just want to crawl into bed, so she'd hurried. She did hear the door creak open though, as Guinne came out in just a towel.

Guinne gasped at the sight before her. Maria had sat up as the door opened, but her legs were still spread wide, her feet up on the edge of the bed, with her pants and panties kicked off. Guinne's purple vibrator was humming away inside her tight pussy. Maria's other hand was resting on her exposed breast; the grey workout shirt was pushed up above her breasts.

"I..." Maria wasn't sure what to say, she was frozen. She knew she should be covering up, or apologizing, or something. But all she wanted was for Guinne to come crawl into the bed next to her.

"That's fucking hot," Guinne said after a few seconds, and Maria's face eased as she became less worried. Her hand started to pull the vibrator out. She moved to get off the bed when Guinne let her towel drop to the floor and took a few steps closer.

"Don't, don't get up," whispered Guinne.

Flushing, Maria did as she was bid and lay back again. The vibrator was now perched at the entrance to her sex, but not actually within her.

"Push it in again, slowly," Guinne said, her voice now more commanding, less confused.

Guinne wasn't sure if this was right, especially after last night. But then again, after last night, what was right? Maria was still just staring at her, unsure what to do.

"I said, push it in again. I want to see you fuck yourself with my toy."

Guinne's voice was firm, controlling. She was surprised by how she sounded. Was that me? she thought. She was usually a little slutty with men, but not so controlling.

Maria had never heard her sound like that. Was she always so dominant when it came to sex? Maria didn't think that was the case, but maybe she was wrong. Still, it was turning her on to no end, she almost wondered if Guinne had known she usually preferred to be submissive.

It was another few seconds before Maria complied, and began to slowly push the vibrator back inside of her, working it deeper into her, and then slowly pulling it out. Guinne moved closer, her own hand dropping between her legs again. She was soon only a foot or so from her roommate; her lips were soaked with her juices once again.

Their eyes were locked together. Neither actually looked at the other while masturbating; they just stared into each other eyes. Guinne's eyes had always been windows into her soul, and now Maria could see right into them. They both had green eyes, Maria suddenly realized. She had never paid that close attention to Guinne's eyes before. But now that she was, she could see they were full of desire and vulnerability. She was pretty sure that Guinne had never done anything with another woman before.

"Touch me?" Maria asked softly, her hand reaching out a bit. Guinne drew back for a moment, then her own hand came out and lightly caressed the palm of Maria's hand.

Maria's hands were callused from outdoor activities like bike riding and tree climbing. Guinne's hands were much softer; she always used lotion on them, and the hardest manual labor she ever did was, well, masturbation. It was a little odd to touch Maria's rougher hands; she had always figured that most women had soft supple hands.

Guinne moved, crawling up onto the bed now, lying down next to Maria. Her hand began to play lightly over the other woman's stomach. Maria was still pushing the vibrator slowly in and out of herself.

"Faster," Guinne commanded.

Maria complied as she felt like she couldn't do anything but obey. Soon Maria began to whimper with pleasure as her orgasm built inside of her.

This caused Guinne's own arousal to grow. Before long the two were whimpering and moaning together. Their hips clashed against each other as Guinne rubbed hungrily at her clit, and Maria fucked herself with her roommate's thick purple vibrator.

After a few more moments, Maria's whimpers grew louder as she arched her hips up. The vibrator's thrusts became less steady, and then she gasped and moaned out loudly as her orgasm overcame her. A few seconds later, Guinne's second climax pushed its way out of her as well. Her moans turned into gasps as she came.

The two looked over at each other and flushed again.

"I think I'll need another shower," Guinne whispered. At that, they both couldn't help but giggle.

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Art had gone to work after Guinne had left. He had some catching up to do on a few of his projects, so he'd spent the day doing that. Around lunch June had wandered by and asked him if Guinne had gotten home okay, then they had talked for a bit before they had had to get back to work.

Returning home shortly after dark, he tried finding something on TV to watch, but sitting on the couch only made him think of that night, which just led to thoughts of that morning; so finally he got up, aroused and bored, and went upstairs to his small office.

He dropped down onto his chair and rubbed his eyes as he turned on the monitor, typing in his password and opening up a web browser. He checked his email and found that it was mostly junk mail.

A letter from his mom was in there though, asking him to dinner sometime next week. She was hoping he and Guinne would both come. She was even going to make their old favorite meal, rice crispy chicken, with steamed vegetables and cheese sauce. He responded that he'd love to, but would have to check his schedule at work first and get back to her tomorrow.

There was nothing else of importance and so he surfed around a bit, hitting YouTube. He looked at the latest stupid videos, checked his channels and watched a new episode of The Guild. Finally, he seemed done with what he normally did online and he considered what to do next for a few moments. He had an extensive collection of adult entertainment on his computer, as most horny mid-twenty males did, but he wasn't in the mood for that. He couldn't stop thinking of his sister. He sighed and flipped through some of it anyway, but none of it sated the desire within him.

"I know I remember some website," he said aloud to himself. "Some site that had stories, erotic stuff. What the hell was it?"

He frowned, thinking. He remembered flipping through topics and being surprised how big the incest section of the site was. Now that he was involved in some incest, maybe he was starting to realize just why.

Eventually he found some site with a large collection of erotic fiction, not sure if it was the site he'd viewed previously but it still had a rather large incest collection. Browsing, he read over the list of categories. After a few minutes he stopped pretending he wanted something else, clicked on the Incest section and flipped through a few pages. Finally he just hit the story spinner, and read quietly. The first one was a lesbian story, about a mother and daughter. The writing was poor though, and it wasn't what he was in the mood for, so after about half of it, hit the back key and tried again.

It was his third try that got him something that looked more like what he wanted. It was about twin brothers and their sister. The beginning was really good, with a nice lead up and then eventually moving on to a sex scene. He snapped open his pants; his erection was already straining to get out of them. His hand slid around his length, stroking slowly, preferring the slightly rough sensation of skin on skin.

He was reading along, alternating between a slow stroking and a more rapid stroke. When he felt the closeness of ejaculation, he'd switch back to the slower stroking and prolong his pleasure. It was during one of his faster phases that one of the twin brothers began sucking the other off while he fucked their sister which pushed him over.

He tried to stop himself, but his juices sprayed up onto the bottom of the desk; his hips thrust up beyond his control. He swallowed thickly and looked down at his lap; he hated it when he did that. He tried to control himself and make it to the bathroom so he wouldn't have to clean up, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. He glanced at the screen and bookmarked the page, renaming it 'Tutorial on creating line art in photoshop' just in case somebody was using his computer and noticed his bookmarks.

He got up and went to get something to clean himself and the mess he'd made up with. He washed himself off and changed clothes, then returned to his office to scrub the underside of his desk and the carpet where his spunk had dripped down. Looking at the salty liquid, he remembered trying some earlier that morning. He pushed the thought away though, he wasn't sure where all these thoughts were even coming from anymore. Art tossed the dirty towels into the laundry and undressed, crawling into bed and closing his eyes and soon sleeping with dreams of his sister dancing in his mind.

--

Maria crawled from Guinne's bed, gently pulling the covers over her sleeping roommate and getting in the shower. Neither had actually gone for another. They had simply lain there, silent, and Guinne had eventually fallen asleep.

Maria closed her eyes as she stood under the flowing water; Guinne wasn't the type she'd normally go for. Not to mention that she was pretty sure Guinne was straight, though Maria had originally thought her roommate was gay.

There were all sorts of other complications as well, being roommates was one. She sighed as she rubbed her eyes and then washed her hair. This was all so fast and unexpected; she wanted to go crawl back into Guinne's bed. She finished cleaning up and got out of the shower.

Maria dried off quickly, pulled on some pajamas and walked to her own bed. She glanced at Guinne, who had moved onto her bed properly and was snoring away, sound asleep. Maria crawled into her own bed, pulled the blankets up around her, and after a while, drifted off to a sound sleep.

The room was bright when the obnoxious sound of an alarm clock filled it. Guinne's hand reached from under her blanket, where she had hidden from the sunlight streaming in the window, and slapped the offending machine. She pulled the covers off of herself and stretched; her motions like a lazy cat. She then looked around the room noticing that Maria's bed was made but empty.

It was upon looking at Maria's bed that Guinne remembered the events of the previous night. Her cheeks quickly found their shade darkened to a nice red, as she pulled the blanket up over her head again. Am I gay? She wondered, peeking out from under the blanket again, and realized how silly she must look, considering nobody else was in the room.

Guinne threw the covers off of herself, standing up. She realized as she did so that she had not taken the time to put on clothes before falling asleep last night. She glanced around, spotting the towel she had worn out of the shower last night, and wrapped it around herself. The room was in disarray, well... her side was, anyway, but that was the norm. She headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

When the shower was finished Guinne dressed for class, pulling on jeans, a Star Wars t-shirt and pushing her feet into some sneakers. She didn't feel like doing her hair, so she took a moment to brush it out and dropped a fedora onto her head. A quick glance in the mirror told her that she looked fine for class, and so she grabbed her bag from the table and dashed off.

--

Maria sat staring at the door to her room, she knew that Guinne should be in class, but she couldn't make herself go inside. She had been sitting out here for nearly an hour now, it was early afternoon. She'd already gone out to lunch to avoid coming home and now she sat in the public area, wondering if Guinne was in there.

She was going to have to risk it, it was her room too and she couldn't live her life in fear of her roommate. They were going to have to work out what happened last night, or ignore it. Maria wasn't sure which she'd prefer, though she knew that if the opportunity was there, she wouldn't mind some repeats and advancements of last night's events. But she did know Guinne had recently started seeing some guy from her past as well, and while Guinne wasn't a 'slut' she did tend to not go very long without a boyfriend.

Maria sighed and finally made herself climb off from the chair she sat in, throwing her bag over her shoulder and tucking her books under one arm. She unlocked the door to their room and stepped inside, shutting it behind her before she even really looked in. No Guinne. Maria let out a sigh of relief and moved to sit down at her computer. There was a window flashing at the bottom of the screen and she clicked on it, an IM window popped open.

Guinne4u> Hey are you there? I'm in class, wanted to talk.

Guinne4u> Avoiding me or not back from class yet? I know your class got out like an hour ago.

The messages were a few minutes old and Guinne was still logged in, probably on her laptop in class. Maria sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it. Should I answer? Do I want to talk to her? I do, but I'm worried... She closed her eyes as she thought about it and then, after almost a full minute of debating it, she opened her eyes and placed her fingers on the keyboard.

SportyGG> I went out to lunch after class, what's up?

Guinne4u> Are we ok?

SportyGG> I think so.

Guinne4u> I think we need to talk tonight, I have classes for 2 more hours, will you be home?

SportyGG> I can be, I don't think I have any plans, though I was pondering a movie or something.

Guinne4u> Why don't you go rent something and we can hang out, and watch it? I know my TV isn't as big as the one in the commons, but we can talk as well.

SportyGG> Alright, I will go grab something then. c u then.

Guinne4u> later!

Maria closed the window, a faint smile on her lips. Do I have a date with Guinne tonight? she wondered, as she opened up her email, and began to do her normal computer stuff.

--

Work was going well today for Art, his boss had really liked the design he'd done on his latest project, June had been flirting with him in the lunch room and he was having a really good brain storming session about his new project as well. He had a faint smile on his face, lost in the work for the moment.

"Hey Art? Earth to Art, anyone in there?"

Art lifted his head, realizing that somebody was talking to him. "What's up Chuck? Sorry, I just got this new project and I was lost in thought. Did you need something?"

"Me and some of the others, like June, are heading out to get some drinks after work, do you want to come along?" Art knew that Chuck was expecting a no, the guy always offered, and it wasn't that Art didn't get along with his coworkers, he just wasn't a go out to the bar kind of guy.

Today was going really well though and something made Art nod his head yes, he liked June and it would be nice to talk to some girl that wasn't his sister. "Alright, sounds good. Where are you guys going? I wanna finish up this thing I'm doing right now, which might run me ten or fifteen minutes over, so I'll just meet you there."

"Jake's, uh, down on the corner," Chuck responded with a smile, "See you after you're done then."

"Alright, see ya then," Art turned back to his work as he spoke and was soon lost in it once again.

--

Guinne looked up at her professor at the front of the class, typing away notes on her laptop as she listened to the lecture. She was trying to focus, but the notes kept trailing off halfway through sentences and being just overall useless and disorderly. She had just started to get her class work back under control too, had just come to grips with the Art thing enough to get her grades up and Maria was now tossing her one hell of a curve ball.

Guinne was also pretty sure she had asked her roommate out on a date during her last class. The thing that confused her the most, though, was how excited she was at the thought of seeing Maria tonight. Perhaps not as excited as she had been about the things she had done with Art in the last few weeks, but more excited than she usually was about a date.

What's up with me? I've never even really contemplated a woman like that, and now I'm acting like a school girl over a sort-of-date with Maria? Guinne wrinkled her nose and then peered up at the professor again, who was still going on.

Guinne knew there was no way she was going to be able to concentrate on the rest of the lecture. She stood up quietly, hunkering down a bit as she slipped out of class. She'd email somebody tomorrow and get notes from them about whatever the lecture had been on.

Maria wouldn't be expecting her for another half hour and she didn't want to pop in early, thinking that might seem desperate or something. So she walked around the campus, finally sitting down on a bench in front of the library. She set her bag down next to her and dug around in the front of it for her cell phone. There was a new voice mail, so she listened to it. Her mom wanting her to come for dinner next week sometime, her brother had already agreed to go. How freaking awkward might that be? she wondered, frowning slightly and deciding that she had better talk to Art about it.

"Arthur speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hey, it's Guinne; did mom invite you to some dinner next week? She said you already agreed to go?"

"Yea, she did, I actually said I'd have to check my schedule, but you know mom. She invited you too, right? You should go, I know it might be a little ... well, strange, but mom will find it stranger if we don't go, so let's just do it. Alright?"

"Alright, I'll call her tomorrow and tell her I can come, then. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, I'm actually kind of busy though and I have plans right after work so I don't want to stay too late, I better get back to work."

"Uh, alright. Well, talk to you later."

Guinne frowned, had her brother just blown her off? And what plans did he have tonight? He hardly ever went out. There wasn't anything she could do to find out right now though, so she shrugged and tucked her phone away. She had a few more minutes to kill, so she got out the Rowling book she'd been trying to read for weeks now.

--

Maria glanced at the clock on the wall; she was sitting in the little love seat that was the only furniture other than desks and beds in the room she shared with Guinne. It was fifteen minutes past the time the two of them had agreed to meet. Did I just get blown off? She wondered, frowning.

Guinne sat across the hall from their door, in the little shared living room area of the floor, staring at it. She'd been there for twenty minutes now, just sitting there. She had no idea what to do. She had set this up, had told Maria that they needed to talk. What was I thinking? This is stupid, we should be forgetting this happened, I'm not gay or anything. I was just so turned on last night... She closed her eyes tightly, her head coming to rest on her hands, her elbows on her knees. She let a long sigh escape her lips and then stood up. She had to go in.

The door slid open slowly and Maria started to stand, but then sat back down abruptly. She didn't want to appear overly eager. Guinne's arm appeared first and a moment later the rest of her followed.

"Hey," Guinne smiled, and wriggled her fingers a little at her roommate. She then tossed her bag onto her bed, and closed the door. It took her a moment to realize something was wrong, her eyes darting around the room. There were no piles of clothes, her bed was neatly made, all her drawers were pushed in fully, the closet was closed and nothing was sticking out of it. Even her desk was neatly organized. "What the hell did you do?" She asked, her eyes turning to Maria.

Maria couldn't help but push herself away from Guinne when their eyes met. She had hoped for happiness, appreciation, but Guinne looked openly hostile. "I, uhm, I just, I ... I thought you'd. I mean..." She stopped herself for a moment, taking a breath and gathering her thoughts, as Guinne continued to stare at her, waiting for an answer. "I wanted to do something nice for you. You've said in the past you wish you had the drive to keep your side of our room clean and I had a few hours free. I thought I'd clean it up."

Guinne frowned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. It had been a nice thought. She knew that that was the light Maria had intended it in. But it was also an invasion of her privacy; she stood up again and moved to her dresser, pulling open the drawers. Each contained neatly folded clothes. "You washed my laundry too?" She asked, incredulous. "I can't believe you did this Maria, how could you go through my stuff like this?"

Maria frowned, and her shoulders slumped. "I wanted to be helpful, I just... I had hoped you'd be happy about it."

"You're not my girlfriend," Guinne didn't know where the words had come from and she could see them physically hurt Maria. Not that either had thought that, but Maria knew deep down she wanted it. Guinne turned away from her roommate again, kneeling down next to her dresser, pulling open drawers until she found what she was looking for.

It was a shoe box, it was closed still. "Did you open this?"

"No," Maria said hastily. She hadn't, she knew that that box was private, she had no idea what was in it.

"Okay," Guinne whispered, pushing it back down into her drawer and turning to face her roommate. "Thanks, for cleaning my side of the room, and for not opening that box."

"You're welcome," Maria wasn't sure how to react, a second ago it had seemed like Guinne was going to bite her head off over this and now she was smiling a little. Was she just mad because of the box? Maria wondered.

Guinne smiled, she was still kind of upset, but her private things were still private, Maria hadn't opened Guinne's keepsake box. That box had things that she knew nobody should ever see. "Wanna order take out? I'm starving!" Guinne asked, dropping down onto her bed across from where Maria sat on the love seat.

"Sure, sounds good. You have all those flyers, why don't you pick somewhere and then we can both find something we like," Guinne usually ordered food in, Maria preferred to go out, or use the communal kitchen.

"Sure, how about Mexican? I haven't ordered from that place on 5th in like a month."

"Sounds good," Maria smiled, as Guinne rolled over and dug around in her night stand drawer for the take-out menu. Most restaurants nearby delivered, with it being a college area it was profitable for them. Maria couldn't help but notice the gentle curve of Guinne's backside. She had always considered it one of Guinne's best qualities. She swallowed a little thickly, and turned her eyes away as Guinne rolled back over and started to flip through the menu.

"I don't need the menu, I'll have the grande chicken enchilada beef tamale combo, I mean, if you're gonna order."

"Yep, I am," Guinne smiled. She dug her cell phone out and ordered what Maria had wanted, as well as a normal cheese enchilada meal for herself.

"So, how were classes today?" Maria asked, trying to act casual, but her stomach was all a flutter and her heart was beating a little fast. Maria suddenly realized that she had always had a thing for Guinne, but had been pushing it down, keeping it hidden even from herself.

"They were fine," Guinne responded, chewing on her lip for a moment, was awkward small talk how they were going to be now? Maybe she needed to say something, just get this started. "I had a lot of fun last night and I can't get you out of my head Maria and I want to do it again."

Maria wasn't sure what to say, staring at her roommate for a moment, of course it was what she wanted. "What about that guy from your past you just started seeing?" She asked, she had to get this all clear. She wasn't going to be Guinne's fuck buddy. She didn't do that.

"It can't really work out with him," Guinne whispered the words, looking at the floor. Why did Maria have to bring up Art? Why did she have to do that?

"Why not?"

He's my brother? Guinne thought, but she couldn't say that out loud, admit that deviance. "He's kind of close to my family and it would be awkward. My parents wouldn't approve, it was nice seeing him for a little while, but I know nothing can come of it."

"So, if you were to be with me you'd be done with him? I'm not interested in you if you're just exploring your sexuality while still dating some guy Guinne."

Guinne stared at her roommate, honestly unsure how to react. This was hard. How was she supposed to just give up on Art like that? She wanted Maria, but Maria was asking so much. "I don't know," She finally whispered, her eye locking with Maria. "I like you, I really do, but I've never had feelings for another woman before. I just don't understand them and Art is so ..." Guinne stopped suddenly, realizing what she'd said. Realizing she had just said her brother's name, her cheeks darkened to crimson and she stood up abruptly, running into the bathroom.

Maria was confused, unsure why her roommate had just freaked out. What did I do now? I didn't even say anything. Wait... She said Art... her brother? Is she ... seeing her brother? Like that? Maria had her own turn at turning crimson now as she stared at the door to the bathroom. Her body shifting a little bit, she couldn't help but picture them together. She hadn't been with a man in a long time, but she did fantasize about them sometimes and right now she couldn't get the image of Art and Guinne going at it out of her mind. She pulled her hand away from where it had started rubbing between her legs. Staring at it, half disgusted with herself.

Guinne sat on the toilet, her face buried in her hands, had she just screwed up everything? She had just been trying to explain things to Maria, and his name had slipped out. Maybe she could have glossed over it, but how she'd reacted... Maria would know. How could she not? Oh god, what will she think of me? I ... I really like her. I want her to like me.

"Guinne?" Maria called through the door as she knocked on it. "Guinne come out, we need to keep talking." Maria stared at the door, Guinne didn't respond. Minutes passed, and she knocked again. "Please?"

Guinne sighed and rubbed at her eyes, she had started to cry a little but she wiped the tears away and moved to the door, opening it. Maria was right there in front of her, "What is there to talk about?" She asked.

"Us, and you and Art," Maria said, offering a supportive smile and taking Guinne's hand in her own. "Come on, come sit down and we'll talk about this." Guinne didn't know what to do, or say, she just let Maria guide her to the love seat and sat down next to her when she sat down. "Do you want to tell me how it started?"

"What?"

"You and your brother, Guinne."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Are you sure? I'm not going to judge you, I just want to know."

Guinne had no idea what to do, her gut said to trust Maria, but her mind said to not. There was a knock at the door and Guinne got up quickly, grabbing her wallet. It was their dinner, she paid the guy and he left.

Guinne set the food down on Maria's desk, it was the closest to the door, and began to pull things out. She brought Maria her food, then got her own. She returned to where she'd been sitting next to her roommate.

"Thanks for dinner Guinne," Maria smiled at her and began to dig in. She couldn't push Guinne, she knew that if she did, it would just go poorly, so for now she just ate.

It was a few minutes later when Guinne finally spoke. "I used to watch him, when we were younger and still lived together. I would watch him play with himself, and he is, I guess, what made me aware of my sexuality. Since then I've always had a thing for him and a couple weeks ago it just all came together. I spent the night at his house and in the morning I went to watch him, like I did when we were younger."

"His whole routine had changed though, when we were kids he'd stay in bed, now that he lives alone he just wanders around his house playing with himself before he gets ready, I guess. So I followed him, and then ... well, I jerked him off. He freaked. At first I thought he was never going to speak to me again. But after I talked to him about how I felt, he was a little more open to it. It started out as just hands and mouths, but then we took a shower the morning after our 'date' and we ... well you know."

Guinne couldn't believe how much better she felt sharing that, Maria couldn't believe how wet her panties were. Maria was an only child, she had never had any incest fantasies or anything, and now here she was faced with real incest. And it was seriously turning her on. She got up, putting the Styrofoam container in the garbage and grabbing a soda from the little mini fridge they shared. She drank a few long gulps from it, as she leaned against her desk.

Guinne watched Maria, unsure what was going to happen next. It felt good to share this with somebody, but how would Maria react to it all? She looked down at her food, her appetite disappearing. She closed the box up and put it in the fridge, then got up off her bed. Maria's eyes were on her the whole time, she could feel them. Why was she staring at Guinne though? Was it disgust or was it lust? Could it be a little of both?

"So, what movie did you get?" Guinne asked, looking over at the little television in the corner, she let out a little squeak when she felt Maria's body press against her back, hands sliding around her waist.

"I don't want to watch a movie Guinne," the words huskily breathed into Guinne's ear. Guinne froze up for a second. Maria still wanted her? After a moment she turned in Maria's arms and looked into her eyes.

"What does that mean?"

"I am so turned on right now, it's wrong, I know, but I can't help it. All I can think about is you and your brother." Maria grabbed Guinne's hand, and shoved it into the front of her pants, down to the wetness there. "Feel that, it's because of you."

Guinne didn't know how to react and for a few seconds she didn't, her hand buried into her roommate's wet pussy lips, her body tense with the realization of what was happening. Maria was turned on by her story? She pushed forward, pressing their lips together, pushing Maria up against her desk. Their kiss was hungry, passionate; the two of them could barely control their lust. Guinne's fingers dug into the cleft between Maria's pussy lips, pushing up inside of her. For what felt like an eternity they kissed, while Guinne fingered Maria, but finally she pulled back. Hand removed from pants, lips broken apart.

"You like thinking about me and Art?" She asked in a husky whisper, Maria just nodded her assent. "Take your clothes off," Guinne ordered.

Both women were once again surprised at the authority in Guinne's voice, but it felt right to both of them as well. Maria had never really been either submissive or dominant in a relationship, and Guinne was always submissive to her boyfriends, but this, this felt right to her. Maria began to pull her clothes off, tugging at her jeans hard enough that the buttons nearly burst.

"Slowly, give me a show," Guinne commanded, as she moved, sitting down on the love seat again. Maria blushed, Guinne wanted a strip tease? She slowed her hands, beginning to undo buttons more slowly, rolling her hips.

"Should I put on some music?" She asked, after a moment. Guinne just nodded, and Maria went to her computer quickly pulling up something, and then returning to stand before Guinne. She began to dance around as she undressed, she didn't have much experience or anything, so it was a bit awkward, but in a few minutes she was naked. Her clothes tossed around the small dorm room. A nervous smile was on her lips, as she looked down at her roommate.

"Now undress me," Guinne commanded. Maria obeyed, helping Guinne to her feet and peeling her shirt off, then undoing her pants and pushing them down. Pulling Guinne's sneakers off, she moved to finish, to remove Guinne's bra and panties, but Guinne took her hands and stopped her. Their eyes locked and Guinne pushed their lips together again, her hands grabbed Maria's bottom, pulling their bodies tightly together. Maria kissed Guinne hungrily, her whole body was alive with feeling, her legs were nearly trembling and then she felt a sharp slap to her bottom. It wasn't painful; not a very hard spank, but it was definitely a spank. Maria broke the kiss as she moaned, gasping for air, her whole body shivering against Guinne.

"You like that, don't you?" Guinne whispered and Maria just moaned softly in response. A second later the sound of flesh on flesh once again echoed through the small room, this spank a little harder. Maria shuddered, moaning, her whole body set a tingle. She had never felt such intense feelings before an orgasm. She wanted it so bad; she was rubbing her hips against Guinne. Guinne shoved Maria down onto one of their beds, neither sure which it was. Guinne's knee parted Maria's legs, pushing between them. Her leg rubbing against her roommate's wet pussy.

Maria couldn't hold back, she moaned out Guinne's name, whimpering and nearly crying as she came. Her whole body shuddering, Guinne had never seen a girl cum so hard. She stared down at her roommate, her own thighs slick with her juices. She had only ever been this turned on by her brother, she was confused. Maria's head lolled back, her breathing hard and ragged, her eyes shut. Guinne kissed her, but there was no response to the kiss. She frowned and peered down at Maria. "What's wrong?" She asked, then realized that Maria was out like a light.

Guinne couldn't help but giggle just a little bit, snuggling down into Maria, waiting.

--

"Fuck," Art grumbled as he looked at the clock. It was later than he thought it was and he was supposed to meet his coworkers. He sighed and saved things up quickly. Moving the files to his thumb drive, he got up and pulled on his jacket while the files transferred, then grabbed the drive and shut his computer down.

It was only a block away and he had said he'd be a little late, it was only half an hour past when the others had probably got there, he frowned. Maybe he should just call Chuck and tell him that he had to work later than he'd thought and couldn't make it. No, no, I said I'd go. And I need to start getting out a bit more... I'm gonna go.

Art stared at the door to the bar, he could see his coworkers at a table in the back. They were still here, at least. He put on a smile and pushed the door open, heading back to the table.

"Hey guys," he said, smiling as he sat down at the table.

"Art, hey man," Chuck said, smiling at his coworker, "it was getting kind of late, we weren't sure if you were actually gonna make it."

"You know me dude, I got kind of caught up in my work."

"Yea, you're always a bit of a hard worker. Nothing wrong with that, of course, gotta keep the bosses happy. June is a long hours kind of girl as well, maybe you guys could compare notes on working too long and rarely going out on the town," Chuck smiled, motioning at June who was sitting across from him, the seat next to her empty. Art took this as an indication to sit, and did so.

"Yes, we were actually discussing the merits of the two of us taking over your job, since we're pretty sure we could do it in half the time and we both make less than you. So that would make the bosses happy, right?" June said as Art sat down, smiling at him and then looking back to Chuck.

"Whoa, whoa, now, no need to go messing with a man's livelihood."

"Actually at lunch we were discussing how June was worried I'd take her job, but we were interupted before I could let her know that my passion will always be graphic design, and that I would like to stay as far from a desk in the IT department as I can."

"That is good to know," June was making a lot of eye contact with Art, he wasn't sure what to make of it. As the night went on they chatted some more, about work, about themselves and about their coworkers. They were getting along quite well, flirting and enjoying each other's company. It was getting late though and Art knew he had an early morning.

"I think it's about time I got going," Art said to June, people had moved around a bit and the two were now sitting next to each other at a somewhat smaller booth, which others were popping in and out of to talk to them.

"That's too bad, but I understand. Honestly I probably ought to go myself, I don't usually stay out this late, but I got caught up talking to you," she slid out of her seat, so that he could get out from the inside, she looked down at her watch as she did. "Oh fuck, it's even later than I thought. Gonna be a long walk home tonight, or a taxi, I guess."

"I could give you a ride, I didn't drink that much," Art offered.

June considered him for a moment, then nodded her head slowly. "Alright, Art, I think I'm willing to let you give me a ride."

Art blushed faintly, the double entendre far from lost on him. "Well, let's go then."

Art helped her into her jacket and the two headed toward the door, saying good night to the last few remnants of their group. Art held the door open for her as she laughed, "Well, a gentleman too, I see."

"Well, I try," He winked at her, as he motioned toward the direction his car was in. It was still a couple of blocks away, back in their work parking lot. "I'm still parked back at work," He said as he did so.

They walked the first block or so in silence, just listening to the sounds of the city around them. Art glanced over at her and at the same moment she glanced at him, Their eyes locking. She had beautiful eyes, a brown that had flecks of green in it, very deep. They both glanced away, as though a little embarrassed to have caught each other staring. Is this a betrayal of Guinne? I don't even know what I have with her. June is beautiful though, and obviously interested, and it's not like me and Guinne could ever really be anything...

Art slipped his hand around June's waist and she leaned her head onto his shoulder. She felt good snuggled into his side, her body warm still from the bar. They continued on in silence, holding onto each other. When they got to the car Art opened the passenger door first, holding it open for her as she got in. He hurried around to the other side and slipped into the driver's seat.

"Well, your chariot is ready, m'lady, where to?" Art smiled at her, looking over she giggled softly at his words.

"Downtown, by the old court house, I'll tell you more when we get closer."

"Alright," Art pulled them out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. It was a ten minute or so drive to downtown. They talked a bit, though neither really said much. Art felt caught up in just being around June. She was amazing, beautiful and intelligent. He didn't know what to do, what to think. Part of him warred inside, about her, about Guinne. She gave him the last of the directions when they got downtown and he pulled up into her driveway. A little town house, there was a light on upstairs but the rest of the house was dark.

"My housemate," she said, pointing at the light. "Want to come in for some coffee? I know you said you live back toward work and you seem a bit tired. Coffee will help keep you awake for the drive home."

Coffee? He had a feeling it wasn't 'coffee' she really wanted to offer him. He looked at her, thinking, he could probably go up there, and have clumsy drunk sex with her, but it didn't feel right. He liked June, and there was the thing with Guinne, he needed to sort that out before he did anything with anyone, really. He didn't even know what he and Guinne had at this point. But until it was defined, this would feel like cheating. "I think I'll be alright. But I have your number, I'll call you, okay?"

June frowned a little, but then smiled at him, "Alright, you better though."

"Scout's honor," he said with a grin, putting two fingers up in the 'scout's honor' salute.

June got out of the car, "Bye," she said, turning away and heading up the stairs, disappointed. Well, she had a vibrator to go home to, at least.

Art watched her walk up the stairs and go inside before pulling out. Maybe I should have gone up, did I just ruin any chance with her? I hope not. But I gotta figure this thing out with Guinne before I get involved with somebody else.

--

Art yawned, as he climbed out of the shower, looking into the mirror. He had stayed out pretty late last night and he had agreed to work today, Saturday, before he had decided to go out. He was kind of regretting that decision, but he had already made it. He looked down at himself in the mirror, Sylvia hadn't been in the shower when he'd woken up and he also hadn't been able to stop thinking about that morning a few weeks ago, when Guinne had jerked him off in the kitchen. So he hadn't had his morning masturbation ritual, and his erection was poking up through the towel around his waist.

I really gotta figure out what I'm gonna do. June was a lot of fun last night, we really connected. But Guinne, I don't know what to do about Guinne, I love her and enjoyed what we had, but it is wrong. I should call her, tell her it can't happen, tell her I met a girl. Tell her that I'm going to pursue this thing with June.

June, she was thin, beautiful, not his usual type. He generally liked a girl with a little meat on her bones, not fat, but curvaceous. June was not curvaceous, she wasn't tiny, but she was skinny. She wasn't child like or anything though, her breasts were ample, her ass shapely. The most important thing was that they got along well though, they had talked for hours at the bar last night. Far later than either of them had intended to stay out.

Art looked down at his hand, it had dropped his towel and was slowly sliding up and down his erection, he hadn't even really made a decision to masturbate, it had simply happened. He closed his eyes, picturing June as she had walked up the stairs to her place, the tight slacks she had worn clinging to her firm behind, he moaned softly. His thoughts turning to what could have happened last night, she'd ask him up for coffee, then be out of it. She'd suggest that he stay the night, since it wasn't safe for him to drive so tired. Then make up some excuse about her roommate, so he had to sleep in her room. This would of course lead to them cuddling, and making out, and then fucking. He groaned, as his juices sprayed up along his stomach and chest, onto the counter in front of him, some getting on the mirror.

He opened his eyes, looking down at himself, he would need another shower now, he supposed. He looked down at his chest and stomach, his juices dripping down it slowly. He swallowed thickly, reaching down and scooping up one of the sticky trails from his stomach, he looked at it on his finger and then wet his lips. It hadn't tasted bad, he didn't exactly enjoy it, but ... what was he thinking? His mouth opened, and he stuck the finger into his mouth, licking the salty juices away, swallowing them down. He looked down at himself again, his fingers still in his mouth, it was actually kind of good this time. He closed his eyes, the image of Guinne, licking all of his juices from her fingers, scooping up his jizz from her stomach and licking that from her fingers as well.

His fingers slid from his mouth, and slowly he did what he'd seen his sister do, scooping up all of his juices from his stomach and chest, then licking it from his finger. He wasn't sure why, and in truth it grossed him out a little, but it also made his dick super hard again. He moved to the shower, turning it back on, climbing in and washing himself again. This time when he climbed out he just cleaned up the mess on the counter, got dressed and headed off to work.

--

Guinne looked over at her nightstand, her phone was buzzing away, it was still early, or at least her clock said it was, 9 am, on a Saturday? She sighed and grabbed the phone, looking at the caller ID. Art. She looked down at Maria who was still sound asleep, her head nestled into Guinne's breasts. She didn't want to disturb her, but she wanted to answer this. Well ... Maria already knew, so she answered the phone, speaking quietly.

"Hey Art, what's up?"

"Hey, uhm, we need to talk."

That didn't sound good, Guinne frowned, this was him telling her they couldn't be together again, this was him backing out, once more. She didn't want to make him go through all his hemming and hawing and excuses and such, and she had found something here with Maria. She could explore this, "It's fine Art, this is too much, it won't happen again. This thing at mom's will go fine; we'll just be brother and sister seeing each other. We'll forget it ever happened, okay?"

Art looked at the phone, making sure he'd called the right number. It was Guinne on his caller ID. He frowned a moment, "Uhm, okay. Thanks for understanding Guinne. It's just ... "

"Art, I said it's fine. I kind of met somebody anyway, well re-met them or something I guess. I don't know, but, I'm discovering something about myself and I am really okay with nothing further happening between us, we could never be public and you'll find somebody to make you happy. Look I gotta go, I don't wanna wake up Maria."

"Uhm, okay. Bye sis."

"Bye, Love ya."

Guinne hung up, setting the phone down on the night stand again, she looked down at Maria. She really had found something, she realized.

--

Art closed his phone, staring at it for a moment, who had she met? Last time they had spoken Guinne had seemed pretty centered on him, had it all just been about fucking him? He sighed, closing his eyes and thinking. Well, maybe it was for the best, something nice had occurred, but overall it had been something that couldn't continue. If Guinne was happy, then he supposed he was happy.

He opened his phone, looking at the numbers, finally making up his mind and opening his contacts, scrolling down to June, and pressing the call button.

June wrinkled her nose, and grunted in an annoyed sort of way, as she dug around next to her bed for her purse, pulling out her phone and looking at it. Art was calling, already? She opened it, trying not to sound like she was still in bed.

"Hey Art, what's up?"

"Oh fuck, I just woke you up, huh? Sorry I forget its Saturday, I'll call you back this afternoon, okay?"

"No, I'm awake now and I have yoga in like half an hour, so you waking me up means I won't skip it. What's on your mind?"

"Well, alright. I was just thinking about you and wanted to know if you'd like to go out for dinner tonight? Maybe make up for the loud barroom that didn't give us much ability to speak last night?"

June considered, what was with this guy? She'd basically offered him sex last night, and he'd declined. She had assumed she'd never hear from him again and here he was calling for a date the very next night? "What's going on Art? I mean, I'd like to, but something isn't right."

Art frowned, thinking for a moment, silence echoing between them, he let out a faint sigh and then spoke, "Alright, well, there is this girl, that I was kind of seeing, we hadn't ever said we were like dating or whatever, but I didn't feel comfortable doing anything with you, knowing that she might think that she had some sort of claim to me or something. And I didn't want to start something with you, based on something like that. So I called her this morning and we decided that it wasn't going anywhere and ended it. So, now I want to get to know you better."

Art waited, as June was silent herself for a few moments, that was, weird, she thought. And kind of put a little pressure on her, but, she had really enjoyed hanging out with him, talking to him. "Alright Art, you know where I live, pick me up at seven thirty."

"Alright, I'll be there."

--

Art smiled at June, as he pulled the car into her driveway, this was their fourth date, they had been going out for two weeks now. "Well, here we are," he said, shutting the car off.

"Here we are," she hadn't invited him up for coffee or anything on any of their dates, perhaps penance for the fact that the first time she did he had denied her. But he didn't mind, he was honestly glad to just hang out with her. They had made out, in the car, at the movies, they were dating for sure and not just 'being friends', but they hadn't gone past second base or so. "Want to come up for a drink? I have coffee, or something stronger."

"Sure," Art didn't hesitate this time. He did think of Guinne sometimes, but for the most part he was focused on June. She was somebody that he could really grow to like, somebody he could see himself with in the future. He opened his door, moving around the car to meet up with her as she climbed out. They walked her up the stairs and she unlocked the door.

They spent a little time in the living room, talking, having a few drinks. It turned out that she didn't much feel like brewing coffee, so rum and coke had ended up being the drink of choice, and Art was a little too drunk to drive.

"I think, sir, that you have had a bit too much to drink," June grinned at him, leaning in close and pressing a lusty kiss to his lips, "So, I'm going to have to demand your keys and your pants."

"My keys and my pants, huh?" He laughed softly, and pulled his keys from his pocket, setting them in her outstretched hand.

"Pants now, mister," she poked him gently in the ribs and he laughed again.

"Right here in the living room? Is there somewhere more private I can give you my pants?"

"Oh, alright, c'mon," June took his hand, dragging him to the end of the hall and into her room. She shut the door behind them, it was a small room, a twin sized bed in one corner, a desk with three monitors in the other corner. There was a dresser sticking out of the closet, and a fairly large plasma television hanging on the wall.

"Alright, this is a more private place to take off my pants, but where I am going to sleep? " He motioned at it as he began to undo his pants and soon had them off, offering them to her.

"Got a problem with cuddling?" She asked as she began to strip out of her clothes, it was pretty obvious by the time she was down to bra and panties that she didn't intend on sleeping for at least a little while. "You can drop those wherever, and take off that shirt as well."

Art blushed a bit, most women he was with were much more submissive, and now shortly after his sister had kind of took a little control of him, the next woman he ends up attracted to seems a bit commanding and up front as well. "I guess fair is fair," Art mumbled, as he began to pull off his shirt. Soon they were both in nothing but their under clothes. He was in a pair of black boxers, while she was in a purple and black thong, leopard print, with matching bra.

"That's better," June said with a smile and moved closer, pushing him toward the bed. When they reached it she shoved him, gently but firmly, so that he fell back onto it. Spinning around she moved to her desk, and turned on a monitor, fiddling with keyboard and mouse for a moment, until music began to play. Soon Regina Spektor was singing about love, at a medium volume.

June turned back toward him, dancing her way around the room a little, teasingly. Her hands ran all along her body, caressing everything from her sides, to her neck. She took an extra long time to run her hands along her breasts, winking at him as she did.

Art was just leaning back on his elbows, she looked damned good, and he didn't even try to hide the tent in his boxers. June was undoing the front of her bra now, covering herself with her hands as she did, teasing him more, almost revealing her nipples and then turning away from him, or covering up more fully with her hands again.

"You look amazing over there, but I'd like you better over here on the bed," all thoughts of Guinne were gone from Art's mind right now; this lovely woman had all of his focus. June giggled at his words, before making her way toward him; her hands fell slowly from her body to the edge of the bed, finally revealing her plump breasts to him. He looked down at them, then up into those beautiful brown and green eyes of hers. "I had a feeling you'd look better over here."

June smiled and hooked a finger of each hand into the top of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his arousal. Her tongue slid out and slowly she licked along the base of his shaft and up to the head. Her mouth engulfed him in a very pleasant and wet warmth. Art let out a soft moan as she began to slowly run her tongue along the tip of his erection, her mouth creating a little bit of suction as well. June's hands continued to drag his boxers down his legs, until he was helping her kick them off.

Art closed his eyes, leaning back into her pillows and just enjoying her ministrations. June had a great mouth, which she knew how to use very well. She wasn't afraid to use her hands either; using her own saliva as lubricant she would stroke his shaft with one hand, while her mouth and tongue played with his head and her other hand caressed his balls. Art knew that if she kept this up for very long he'd erupt into her mouth and he wasn't ready for that. So he reached down, hooking his hands under her arms and pulling her up along him, until their mouths met in a fevered and hungry kiss.

"My turn," Art whispered when their kiss finally broke, he rolled her over onto her back, and began kissing his way down her neck. He spent several long moments suckling and nibbling at her nipples. She had puffy little nipples, which perched wonderfully on the apex of each of her supple breasts. They were divine in his mouth and he could have spent all night giving them attention. But the warmth between her legs was pressing into his stomach and he knew how much he wanted to taste her.

June was making soft little gasping noises, as he began to kiss down her stomach; his hands hooked into her thong and pulled it off her. Art wet his lips at the sight of her shaved pussy, then he leaned forward and his tongue began to tease its way between her lips. June was oozing with moisture, a pungent but not unpleasant taste coming with her wetness. His fingers gently pulled her lips apart, as his tongue sought a higher prize. Art began gently, fingering her slowly as his tongue found its way to her clit. But he sped up his fingers and made his tongue more intense and soon she was bucking and whimpering.

It was after a few minutes that she began to gasp more intensely, her fingers dug into his hair, but he didn't stop. June was pushing him away when her orgasm subsided though, and then pulling him up. "Inside ... need ... inside," she gasped, her words coming between hard gasps. Art stopped though, and she looked at his face, seeming confused.

"Protection?" Art asked, he hated doing it with being so close to being in her, but he knew it was the responsible thing. June's face looked like she was confused for a moment, then she looked pleased, as she grabbed at the drawer next to her bed, pulling it open. Art looked over and spotted the box of condoms, pulling one out and getting it on himself in a hurry. Moments later he was deep within her, their bodies moving together in a somewhat clumsy but beautiful harmony.

Art didn't last very long, but he felt her body tighten around him a few moments before he exploded, so he was pretty sure she'd gotten pleasure from it as well. June closed her eyes as he rested his weight upon her, a faint 'mmmm' sound coming from her throat, "Sleep now." June whispered, snuggling into him a bit.

Art knew sleeping like this wouldn't be very comfy in a bit though, so he gently rolled so they were on their sides, she didn't complain just rested her head on his chest and seemed to drift off to sleep. Art wasn't far behind.