SHOULD I BE BLAMED

My bags were being packed. I was to take the evening Greyhound from Boston for my first summer vacation. While looking around to check I hadn't missed anything, the phone rang.

It was Cheryl Wharton, sister.

"Hello, Sis!"

"Hi, Marlon. How're you doing?"

"Not bad. Just packing to come home. You at home?"

"Yeah, but listen. I have an interview tomorrow in Boston." She sounded excited. "It's for a research position and a possible PhD!"

"Wow! Congrats!" I was very happy for her.

"I am leaving now. Driving. Should be there by evening, say, around three thirty."

"Oh no! I am taking a bus back to New York at 4:40 PM."

"What? Cancel it. You can drive back with me tomorrow."

"Hmm... Let me think."

"Sorry, this is a last-minute decision. I didn't want to go, then dad persuaded me. Do you have a place for me to stay?"

"Oh yes. OK. No worries. I'll stay back. My roommate has already left for summer. So, the whole place is mine."

I gladly changed my plans. What the heck? Instead of leaving on Thursday I could drive back on Friday or even Saturday with Cheryl. I loved her company. It was a four-hour drive and much more pleasant with her instead of riding a stupid bus with all kinds of weirdos. She was a very special person to me as not only an elder sister but a friend, a mentor and someone I could count on for any kind of help.

I cancelled the bus ticket for a minimal cost of the reservation charge and prepared for an unexpected and enjoyable launch to my vacation.

Cheryl was my step-father's daughter and five years older at twenty-four. My mother married her dad after she lost her husband and my father, in a work accident months after I was born. Cheryl's mom died of ovarian cancer when she was three. So technically we had no common blood. Complex and tumultuous as that may seem, the four of us were a content, happy and well-knit urban family enjoying reasonable comforts of upper middle-class earnings.

At ten minutes to four O' Clock the buzzer went off and I had to let Cheryl into the building. She would be here in minutes, I thought, as I walked out of to hallway of my 11th floor apartment.

At the elevator lobby, I watched with anticipation as the indicator lit up, the doors swished open and my beloved sis walked with arms open.

I hugged her with genuine welcoming warmth as I slid my forearms between her backpack and her athletic torso to pull her to myself again. She kissed my cheek and I returned it noisily.

"Fabulous to see you." Her ever radiant face split in a lovely smile. She looked gorgeous!

"Likewise." Was my feeble response. "For some reason we never quite kept contact."

"Yeah. I guess both of us were busy."

We settled down in the modest but neat living room for a good long sibling chat, catching up on family, friends and neighborhood. It was then that Cheryl let me know that she had broken up with Nathan, her boyfriend of two years. I wasn't unhappy about that as Nathan was pushy and arrogant and I couldn't comprehend why Cheryl would tolerate this piece of trash for even a day. What made it worse was when he would come home when mom and dad were away, they would go to her room and I would have to endure the unmistakable sounds of their passionate lovemaking, sometimes even for an hour. Nathan was a strong muscular hunk of a guy and that's probably what attracted my sister.

I was glad it was over.

"What about you? Are you still seeing, Janet... what was her name?"

"Oh no. Jen. Jennifer. We broke up when I left New York." Jen was a piece of work!

"I thought she was in Boston, no?"

"No, she's in DC." I said dismissively. Cheryl took the hint.

"I want to shower and we'll get something to eat." She stood up and picked up her backpack. "Where do I stay?"

"This one here." I pointed to my room. "I'll move into my friend's room for the night."

As she walked away and for the first time, I realized what a sexy butt she had in those beige pants. It was certainly more rounded and bigger now than when I last cast eyes on it. Her waist above was still very narrow and she was almost out of her shirt when she went through the door and I had a glimpse of her smooth back adorning a crimson bra. It was the moment that evening when I had forbidden thoughts. I however put that aside as normal teenage-hormone provoked.

She left the door half ajar in genuine sisterly familiarity. "What do we do for dinner?"

"I don't know. You want me to pick up something? Or do you want to go out?"

"No. I think I am tired. Let's stay here and get a small bite. Like a pizza or burger. I have an interview tomorrow, remember?"

"I'll run down and get something." I delayed a bit as I wanted to see her walk past to the bathroom. I surprised myself with a degree of excitement that was not only inappropriate but a scene I should be used to, living with her all my years.

Soon, she came through the door in a turquoise night gown with narrow shoulder straps and a deep neck. The towel thrown over her shoulder did not obstruct the view to her cleavage though her boobs were hidden.

She's not wearing anything underneath, I thought as she passed me and I noticed the sheer satin material bounce off her bum curve and the crack in between. I pulled myself away as Cheryl walked into the bathroom and went down to get a quick peperoni pizza from the Pizza Hut on the ground floor.

It was rather peculiar, in fact curiously odd that I had that feeling. I always had these latent incestuous thoughts that were unconscious and oddly blended with respect and honest sisterly love for Cheryl. I was however comforted internally that it did not worry me or make me feel guilty. There were a couple of reason for this. There was Bryan, a very close friend that had this thing for his own sister who was seven years older and even had sex with her. This taught me that I wasn't some kind of a freak. Secondly Cheryl was not my biological sister at all; not even a half sister.

I picked up the pizza, fries and a large bottle of pop and came back to find Cheryl in the living area on the phone with dad and wearing the same gown. Her boobs were pushing against the thin fabric with the shapes of her nipples evident. Her awesome cleavage cradled a sparking pink stone that hung from a delicate silver chain. She had her legs crossed and from her left side the shapeliness of her thigh and hip was enticing. A good bit of leg beneath her knee showed.

I didn't even hear what she was saying but when she hung up, she said mom and dad wanted some of the Indian ginger pickles that they had bought when they were here to drop me off last summer.

Hot Pizza with Juicy Tales

We sat at the little kitchen table across each other and had our slices of pizza. We talked. My eyes danced down so often to view those magnificent breasts barely covered by her attire. The cleavage with smooth silky skin was so inviting while the nipple impressions on satin were maddening. At least twice she caught me looking but made no mention of it or even made any postural adjustments towards modesty. I could always say I was admiring that pink stone embedded in her jewelry. What was it? A pink sapphire?

The main topic was Nathan and she agreed to confide in me. He had changed during the second year of their relationship becoming weirder and demanding. He lived with his parents and so did she and they had very little chance for privacy. He was so horny that he wanted her badly almost daily. So, he drove her to a spot just off the highway out of town to the top of a hillock and they had sex on a rock. She would bend over and he had her from behind as they both looked down at the highway traffic and the odd person walking on the dirt track below.

"That was initially scary but got to be thrilling gradually and I quite started liking it!" Cheryl confessed with blushing cheeks. Coming directly from her, it was turning me on as well. "Then he started hoping that someone would see us and seemed frustrated that he couldn't draw anyone's attention." She wiped a bit of ketchup at the corner of her mouth and continued to munch. It was then that I noticed how beautiful she was or had become. The thin lips suited her lean face and longish nose. Her pointed chin was perfect and the whole proportion was adjusted by her mop of bobbed brown hair. Her skin shone with health and obvious care.

She went on to describe his friends and their parties. There was a friend called Jason and his girlfriend, Niki that were known to be quite kinky. In one of the parties hosted by them they had quite a raunchy game. There was a downloadable game app called 'Whooz', where all used cell phones to link to a portal. An uploaded part of you in a picture is projected for all to recognize.

Jason and Niki made it bawdy by showing everybody's genitals!

"Can you believe that? They had it well planned though, and the photos were anonymized."

"How did that work?" I was super curious and growing hard thinking about it.

"Niki eloquently described the game and made us comfortable to accept it. All did accept, except one girl. Each of us was given a secret token of a flower or a fruit. They had a sort of a photo booth in their powder room where each went in took a picture of themselves on an adjustably mounted webcam with an iPad viewer. The app immediately photo shops the image to equalize the hue for all and then applies a crimson filter to it."

"So, no one is recognizable by skin color? Brilliant!" This sounded like a huge load of fun.

"Exactly." Cheryl looked me in the eye to see my reaction for approval or otherwise. Seeing none, she continued. "Then we went down to her huge basement and the pictures were projected in random order on her home theatre screen. Huge! Humungous images of all our genitals!"

"Wow!"

"Yeah, it was kind of titillating to be honest. Then we had our scores. What we scored and what others scored recognizing each of us."

"How did you guys do?"

"Oh, well. I got second prize for 'Crotch Buster' as I got fourteen out of twenty-one correct. Nathan got only three or four!" She waited for my appreciation.

"Excellent! Did you know whom you got right?"

"No, that's not allowed. That would be awkward isn't it? So, the rules were cool. Then eleven of twenty-one recognized me!" She blushed again. "That was a bit odd to know. But Neena, was recognized by all!"

"Which Neena? Neena Chander?" She was the voluptuous, pretty Indian girl I always had a crush on.

"Yes, that's the one. She was with Travis. You know Travis?"

"No."

"Anyway, she was recognized because she had a thick black bush. I think the only other one to have hair was Vicky."

"How did you know she had hair?" I was growing more and more excited and aroused and jealous! Why don't I get invited to these parties?

"Oh, I have seen her! But that's another story."

"So, you are... you are shaved?"

She seemed rather embarrassed. "Oh, my little brother. Do you have to know that?"

I was burning hot between my thighs. An emerging hard on was pulsating down the leg of my shorts. I could not ignore it. I started rubbing and then went on to mild strokes under the table. I had to use my left as my right hand was holding a slice of pizza.

"What is Neena doing now? Is she still in the neighborhood?" This girl, a year older was my heart throb through high school and she was my number one fantasy jerk mate. She never responded to my friendly advances and never could figure if it was my age.

And who was this Travis guy?

"Neena works at the local Target as a cashier. Has been for a while after she dropped out of school. She is seen everywhere with Travis."

Cheryl looked at me in a peculiar fashion and I realized that my jerk movements were showing on my upper torso. She said nothing and I stopped tugging.

"Did you see them much?"

"Who?"

"Neena and that Travis?"

"Oh, that's another story. We met once at a pool party. A small crowd of four couples in a farm house of a friend's friend. The host, declared after a few beers that clothes were optional and they, the couple striped and jumped in the pool. Guess who joins them; Travis and Neena. That's how I know what she looked like down there."

"I am simply amazed at the amount of fun you are having, sis." I lamented. "Not fair!"

"I am telling you only the interestingly vulgar ones. There were quite a few regular, normal ones, buddy. That wasn't our topic."

We finished dinner and I brought out a bottle of red and sipped on our glasses while we continued.

"What happened to you, Marley? No girls? Why?"

"I don't know. They don't like me or something. I am really lonely for a girl!" I felt I had misspoken immediately. But Cheryl simply looked at me sympathetically.

"You'll be OK, sweetie. Give yourself some time." She sipped her wine and thought for a while. "Was there anyone good here? Someone you like?"

"Not really."

"Then it's fine isn't it? You are still in your teens."

"But you don't know how boys feel."

"Oh yeah! I know exactly how hormones running in your veins drive your libido. Ask me I had a guy who was hot for sex all the time." She got up and stretched and yawned. "Let's hit the sack. I have to be up early."

"OK. Take my space. I have changed the sheets and pillow cases." We walked into my room.

"Oh, I feel bad. No sleep in here. Do you not have a sleeping bag or something? I'll sleep in it."

"No, you sleep on the bed. I do have a sleeping bag. I'll sleep in it here. Also, I am not sure if my room mate has locked his room." He never did but I wanted to be here! "What time do you want to wake up?"

"My interview is at 10. How far is it from here? Let me check." She walked ahead giving another chance for me to ogle her butt.

I couldn't resist it anymore and I blurted out: "Gosh, you bum is so sexy!"

"What?" I feared the worst. But she softened up and smiled looking back and then patted her ass. "Everything I eat seems to be going there!" Then to my utter surprise she skipped once and then lifted her nightie and pushed her ass back and did a jig giving me the sight of the most perfect ass I had ever seen!

What smooth shiny skin and what perfect curves! As she dropped her dress and pranced naughtily away giggling, I was wondering if this was some kind of nasty dream.

"Are you shocked?" she asked.

"Shocked? Erotically shocked. What a nice butt!"

"No, I meant, did you expect me to do that?" She looked at her phone browsing something. "Oh, it's 7 minutes away."

"What?"

"My interview location."

"Oh, that. No, didn't expect you to show me. But I am damn glad you did! That was awesome!"

I hauled the sleeping bag from under the bed. Then softened it further with the flat living room couch cushions. With the bed linen all was set for the night.

"You're sure you want to give me the bed?"

"Of course." I beamed. "You are the guest and you are the older one."

With a soft "OK." Cheryl jumped into bed and lay on her tummy. Her big ass sticking up in the air with her flimsy nightie adorning the abrupt curves seductively.

I let myself down onto my humble sleeping bag and asked: "Tell me more about Neena. Love to know about her. She was really hot!"

Cheryl looked in my direction with pitiful eyes. "Did you really like her? What stopped you?"

"No, she was not in my circle at all. What was she like nude? You really got me going when you described her pussy!"

"Did I?"

"Yeah, you said she had a thick bush."

"Oh, yeah. That was obvious." Giggle. "She's got a lot of oomph, if you know what I mean. She turns heads."

"Wish I could come for one of your parties."

"Oh, I'll ask Jason next time. Nathan loved it too. He would go on and on about all the girls. He had stats for everything! Silly bastard!"

"Like what?"

"Oh, never mind. His mind was full of sex all the time."

"Mine is too, right now. Especially looking at your ass sticking up like that."

She pulled her clothes over her behind and making her shapeliness even more prominent. "Oh boy! Can't think that a playful display of butt can cause that much arousal in a brother!"

"Well, it did, sis." I wanted to be clear. "Why would you think not? I am super horny, dammit. Bigtime horny!" I started rubbing myself over my shorts and under the sheet I had pulled over myself.

'Mootch', Duncan and a Knee in the Nest

"I am quite horny too, Marlon. I am alone now."

Really? Was she missing cock? "How horny are you, Cheryl? Don't think you want sex like I do."

"I miss a man, Marlon. Once you have one and tasted the fruits of having one around you can't do without missing them." She looked at me for a reaction. "Yes, I want a man." I saw her hand slowly slipping down her side and she turned on her side and then her index touched her crotch. Then almost imperceptibly that finger moved up and down. "You jerking off?" She looked at me with a naughty smile.

"Ah." I acknowledged sheepishly.

"Show me. Take that sheet off!"

"You're joking!"

"No, take it off. Let me see."

I thought for a while as I shed my shyness. I flipped the sheet away and pulled down my shorts lifting myself of one elbow. I continued slow strokes as Cheryl fixed her gaze on my erect penis. She smiled again. "Boy, you are pretty thick down there!"

I knew women weren't visual like us. "OK. You're turn." I didn't think she would comply. In the glow of the dim bed lamp, I saw her shapely frame on my bed, with thighs slightly parted and her hand in between with a finger now dormant but ready to move again.

She looked at me long and hard. "You really want to see me?" Then she laughed.

"Of course, I do." My face was hot with anticipation as it suddenly dawned on me that she might do it.

Cheryl was a leftie and she was doing herself lying on her right side. Now she took her hand off herself and lifted her nightie above her waist.

I stopped breathing! Her hand still covered her womanhood and I propped my self up and moved towards her lower torso to see her. She slid her hand up with only her index finger pointing downwards.

Then I saw her. A beautiful inverted triangle of trimmed bush with a well curved labia below and the glorious slit guarded by her inner lips leading up to her little clit that had her finger tip on.

"You got hair!" was my first reaction.

"Yes. I didn't shave after I broke up. Why? You don't like it?"

"No, no! It's beautiful." I started jerking again. "It's just that I thought you said you were shaved."

"Well..."

"You have a beautiful cunt, sis." I jerked faster. "Really the best I have seen!"

She looked down at herself with her hand pressing her nightie to her tummy. "I don't know what's so nice about it. They are all the same. Even Nathan used to say that and eventually said I should shave so that he can see me better."

She looked at me and started moving very slowly. She was only massaging her clit. She looked down at my fervent strokes. "Show me how you masturbate, please."

"You are seeing me now." She shifted away from the edge. "Come up here. Let's do a 'Mootch'!"

"What the heck is that?"

"It's what Nathan and I used to call mutual masturbation. We used to during my periods or when we couldn't find a spot."

I climbed on to the bed and lay with my head at the foot end looking straight into her sex. She was moving faster and I saw her hips moving up and down as well. She moaned softly. "Do you miss cock?"

"Hey no! Oh, and I have someone you might want to meet. Duncan."

"Who?"

She slipped out of bed as her gown fell back down her beautiful thighs, she rummaged through her stuff and pulled out a longish brown object. As she got into bed holding it for me to see I realized it was a penis shaped dildo; dark brown with a pinkish purple tip.

"Wow!" I was gobsmacked. "So that's Duncan and you take him everywhere?"

"He sits with my toilet stuff. Nathan got it for me to pleasure myself when he's not there." She giggled. "I hardly ever use it. See." She had a tube of K-Y jelly in her other hand. "This is an unused tube."

I looked at a rather realistic dildo and watched as Cheryl applied some lubrication on Duncan and onto her pussy to make it shine seductively and then brought Duncan down towards herself. She beckoned to me. "Look. Get closer."

I needed no further invitation.

She looked at me with that sisterly look that she often shot at me and made me feel guilty and awkward. "Are you feeling this is OK?"

"Of course, Cheryl. Are we doing something terrible?"

"No. But I needed to hear it from you." She was thoughtful, then she asked, quite against the run of things: "Why don't we get nude and enjoy ourselves?"

It was a surprise but why wouldn't I agree. She is taking the initiative too. I don't have to feel like the villain.

"And you don't want to see my boobs? That's what most boys want to see and that's what they grab when they get a chance."

"Oh!" I was genuinely taken aback. "OK. Let's do it!"

I jumped off the bed and took my T and shorts off. Cheryl stood on the bed and got out of her nightie and threw it over the side. She simply held on to Duncan. Now, I must admit that I was going to appreciate every single thing about my loving sister that night with considerable bias. But this was an incredible sight. Her charming smile with her pink cheeks and cherry orange lips jived well with her blue-grey eyes. Her sharp nose and pointed chin enhanced her beauty. Her boobs were a knockout. They looked much bigger than I thought. The pale pink nipples looked hard and erect. Her huge but shapely and proportionate bum was perfect and her pussy I had inspected already in some detail, was designer. Her thighs were chunkier than you expect for long legs. All in all, it was a perfect sight.

She looked down at me as I took in the view. She seemed thrilled that I appreciated all of her. Her lips gently slipped away from her even teeth to give me a grin of pride.

"You like what you see, buddy?"

"Every inch of you, sis!" I hesitated but had to ask. "Can I sniff you?"

She sat down with her thighs apart. "Go ahead. But don't touch me."

I went towards and took in the most delightful female aroma. Do girls emanate more sexy odors when aroused? May be. I brought my tongue out almost reflexively and I saw her hand appear as a barrier.

"No, not that. I can't even believe we are doing this. Let's mootch."

"Can I see what you do?"

"Eh? Of course. Yeah." She brought Duncan to her sex and almost with choreographed fluid movements she slipped the large life like toy into her. I watched as her outer and then her thin inner lips parted as her clit arched upwards to allow some pink flesh to peep through and Duncan slipped in elegantly. Cheryl thumbed the switch at the base and a happy whir sounded as the thing came to life.

A soft moan escaped Cheryl's lips as she breathed deep but evenly. Her dominant left hand snaked down between her legs and her index found her swollen and moist clitoris. Gently rotatory movements ensued and I got down to business myself. I haven't seen anything more erotic than this in my life.

For about a half of a minute we went along our paths of self satisfaction. I hear her breathing and I synched mine with hers as I jerked. Her strokes got much faster as her fingers were almost blurred with rapid rubbing.

"Can I do it to you?" I begged to participate.

"Hmm... Have you done it before?"

"No, but I can learn."

"OK." She grabbed my forefinger and brought it to her clit and made me rub it n a circular fashion. "Gentle!" She said and held on to my finger to ensure that I did not go crazy. I did not feel the thrill of touching her clit but her response to my effort kept me going. Ever so gradually she showed sexual excitement with her eyes closed and her breathing becoming deep with expiratory sounds of pleasure.

Don't take too much credit, I said to myself as Duncan was active too. Cheryl was enjoying the dual stimulation.

While I continued to rub her, I slipped up towards her upper torso and came level with her magnificent breasts. Her conical nipples were so inviting and I brought my lips towards them.

"No!" she said. "Do you really want to? Can we not just mootch?"

"Why, Cheryl. I want to. Why is kissing your boobs not on? I don't understand?"

"I don't know. It's too sexual for me with you. I don't know. You don't understand, I know."

"Please!" I was begging.

She kept quiet for a while. I continued rubbing her down there and there was even a lack of response to me and Duncan. Suddenly she consented with an I-give-up: "OK. Be gentle."

I went for her breasts like a hungry beast. I realized she asked me to be gentle and tempered my burning lips with some restraint. My tongue painted her erect nipples as I sucked on her softness. No moans from her. I looked at her face and there was only a smile of unwilling surrender. She had even stopped masturbating. Only Duncan went on.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why are you not with me here?"

"I told you. You are still my brother and somehow this looks out of limits. Please. Let's do what we were doing and enjoy ourselves. Let's not spoil the fun by doing something one of us does not like."

"OK." I resigned myself to my fate. I slipped down to view her pussy and started my rubbing again; gently and with soft fingers. The whirring of Duncan's motor or whatever, was giving the milieu an artificial hue. I wanted that to stop. But the view of Cheryl enjoying it prevented me from hoping for anything else. I worked my self into her sensual soul through her swollen clit using delicate fingers with focus to be careful not to hurt. I was doing well if I went by the fact that she had brought one hand down to part her lips to give me space.

She also was twisting and arching her hips with some soft, delicious moans. When she got louder and her movements became more hectic, I was thrilled beyond limits to know that she was highly aroused.

Should I? I had that maddening desire to take her then but I desisted. I ignored or rather neglected my own engorged organ and concentrated on making her happy.

I went on doing her changing hands to allow myself to recover. Gosh, these women are slow! There was a gentle crescendo that I perceived in her moans and deep breathing. Her body was moving with her pelvis gyrating against her own hand clasping the base of that awesomely realistic dildo.

Then quite unexpectedly her vocalization became shriller. She mouthed words like: "Oh god! Oh gosh! Oh, fuck! I am almost there! Yeah, baby. Do me good! Do me nice! Fuck me!" and then with a huge grunt she held her breath and she exploded in spasms of ecstasy with groans of pleasure that I never saw ever. Her hips were off the bed and her open legs closed shut as she gripped my finger with her flexed thighs. This was even better that those porn stars.

She lay turned slightly to her side and recovered with a series of happy sighs. She was blushing all over and even sweating a bit.

"Nice! Good heavens! What a way to cum!"

She still wore an exhausted smile as I watched her pull Duncan out. As he slipped out, I saw her cunt lips open for a second and then slowly sprang back to shape. That was maddeningly erotic. I couldn't help myself. I flipped my self over her and held my hard, throbbing and impatient organ towards her pussy and touched it with my tip.

She jerked in surprise. "I want to go in. I want to fuck!"

"Oh! Oh, no! Please!" A hand came between us as a barrier and then her palm was against my chest in an act of defence and refusal. I hesitated. "Listen, if we do it, it will be a lifetime of guilt or at least awkwardness. Imagine when we meet years later with family, we'll always remember this and feel weird, no?" She had these moments of sisterliness that blends with a kind of forbidden intimacy.

She was asking me to accept the reason and I sort of understood. "OK."

"I'll do you. I'll give you the best hand job you've ever had!" She reached down and held my prick lovingly. "Lie down flat. I'll take you to heaven."

I followed her orders and her petal soft fingers indeed went to work with so much love that I was reaching my peak in no time. My head was still close to her white thighs and I kept staring at her moist entrance and brought myself even closer so that I can wallow in that heavenly fragrance. The view, the scent and the feel of soft and smooth feminine inner thigh was just too much. I felt my self getting close to that precipice and I arched with a huge moan and released my load. I didn't care where it went as I enjoyed the loving of my dear Cheryl. When at my last squirt I looked down and saw her milking onto her chest; her boobs and nipples were strewn with strings of cum.

"Oh boy! You came a lot. What a good feeling to get some brotherly cum close to my heart." She beamed.

Yes, it was the best hand job for me. By a thousand miles!

I helped her clean with some rags and tissue. I lay down next to her, both of us still nude. I pulled the sheet over both of us, noticed that her eyes were already shut and then I gently slipped my thigh over hers and felt my knee brush her bush.

Without opening her eyes, she asked: "Do you know where your leg is?"

"Yes. I do. It's nice."

She sniggered dubiously but said nothing else. I wondered how she stepped in and out of her sisterly senses so suddenly and awkwardly for both of us.

Soon we were asleep with my knee in her nest.

The Q Job

I woke up with the sun streaming in and on my face. Someone had drawn the blinds and of course it was Cheryl. She wasn't by my side. I heard the water running and I figured she was in the bathroom.

I got out of bed, nude and remembering the events of the evening. The clock said 8:20 and I boldly pushed the door and walked into the small cramped bathroom. Cheryl was brushing her teeth with a towel wrapped around her.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning." She bubbled through a mouth full of foam.

"You showered again?" I asked and was not apologizing for my nakedness.

She rinsed and spat before she answered. "You sprayed by boobs last might, remember? And you came a lot."

I grunted and walked past her to the commode. "Can I pee?"

Without waiting for her response, I raised the seat and started peeing. I saw her looking in my direction and looked to see she was looking right at my penis. "It's fascinating that guys can direct the stream and do it quite cleanly. It flows all over us girls and we need to clean up pretty good afterward."

I finished, flushed and said: "I must see how you girls pee. It will be quite sexy. Do you want to pee?"

"No! That's disgusting."

"You just looked at me."

"I don't have to pee now so forget it, OK. Also I wanted to do some treadmill before my shower. Never mind. Too late." She started going out with her stuff and I followed her right into the bedroom. "I have to change and get ready. You put on some clothes and get something going for breakfast."

"You change. I'll watch."

"Gosh, Marley! Didn't know you were such a horny little bugger. You just came big time yesterday. Doesn't your cock hurt?"

I giggled. My hand went down to fiddle myself. I had this deep desire to fuck her; to feel my cock in her vagina; to devour her greedily with my body slapping against hers. I also saw her reluctance as she held me within the family circle and quite often feeling the guilt of doing something taboo. I get that. Girls are a bit more cerebral and do not let emotions or desire override self imposed moral norms. But I had to try. Who knows when I'll get another opportunity? She is unattached at present and knowing her and the world of hungry men, she won't stay that way long.

"Normally it would hurt but today it isn't. You are special."

"Rubbish." She looked towards the door. "Go. Get some breakfast. Please!"

"Oh, please don't say go." If I had to grovel, I will. "Just give me a minute inside you. Please. What's the harm?" She was staring at me with her eyes burning through mine.

"I can't believe you are asking me and I can't even believe we did what we did yesterday!"

"Oh, come on, Sis. Be a sport." With a decisively quick step forward I lifted the bottom of the towel and put my hand on her hairy mound. I slipped down to her slit as she withdrew bending her hips she held my wrist.

"Stop it!" She was firm but there was no anger. I figured she is fighting with herself to give in. I grabbed that opportunity to stroke her pussy and found her clit and did a repeat of what I did the previous night. She seemed to allow me though there was no opening of her thighs or a smile on her face.

My movements were ever so gentle and I guess I got to her as she breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.

"You dirty rascal of a brother. All you want is to fuck, eh?" Now she wore a defeated smile. "You are not going to get that, for sure. Turn around." She ordered.

She then went to my left side, just behind me and held my erect organ with her left hand. While beginning to stroke me she sent her right hand between my upper thighs to feel my balls with her finger tips. She drew some erotic lines there while her other hand got busier. For a moment my desire to get into her cunt was supressed.

As she went on with this exquisite stimulation, I sent my left arm back to hold her butt and simultaneously I felt the towel drop. I dwelt on absorbing the sweet smoothness of her skin all over before I wandered to her crotch and softly drew lines on her curves. She was magically desirable.

"You like this?" She asked.

"It's wonderful. It touches all my senses down there. Simply wow!"

"This is a Q job!"

"Ah? Why?"

"See my arms make an 'O' and your prick is the tail of the 'Q'. So, a Q job. Nathan likes giving names to everything."

"Nice. Just keep going. Ah!"

"Fantasize something. Think of Neena. I'll help you."

"OK. Like I am fucking her?"

"Yes! I am Neena!" She changed her voice and brought out a remarkable Indian accent. "Fuck me, no. Fuck me. Fuck my hairy cunt, darling Marley."

"Oh, my lord! Where were you my Neena? How could you just let me be alone?" I played along.

"No Marley, baby. I always wanted you. I always wanted this cock in my pussy. I couldn't tell you. I couldn't ask you. I was too shy. Oh gosh how well you are pounding me. Do it. Do it good, my darling!"

"Oh yeah? You wanted me. More than that guy?"

"Yes! Oh, yes."

"Ooh, that's so nice to hear! Spread yourself open, darling. I feel you soft, hot insides. It's heaven!" I moaned.

"Yes, I know you wanted to do this to me. How is it? Is my pussy good for you? Are you enjoying me? Ooh! I love it. Come to me. Come. Cum! Put you hand on my butt. Squeeze me. Hug me to you. Your prick is beautiful. Beautiful!" She crushed her body against me as my hand caressed her beautiful ass. "You like my butt? Go down. Further!" She stood tip toe to allow me to reach her pussy lips. "Ah nice. Keep going. Pump me with that giant cock. Go. Go Go!"

She accelerated her work on my dick with twisting strokes that was something novel. Her torso against my side and her rough bush rubbing my hip region was a further stimulant. Her right hand's fingers on my scrotum and perineum got my climax sooner than expected. "Where's the tissue?" She asked urgently.

"Never mind! Do me! Do me! I am coming, I'll cleanup later! Neenaaaaa!""

Then I exploded and she kept going expertly until I was completely and totally spent. She wiped the residual cum off my tip in almost sisterly fashion. I slumped against her.

I can tell you it was the best hand job simulated fantasy fuck I had ever had. And it was with my heroine big sister, Cheryl. I mumbled a grossly inadequate: "Thanks." She kissed my cheek and hurried away.

Twice within 12 hours and without a refractory period. Brilliant!

The Breeze on my back

Cheryl got dressed hurriedly, gobbled up a breakfast sandwich that I quickly made and ran out for her interview. I felt she was rushing more than she needed to and I guessed it was that feminine guilt that women sometimes experience when they do something forbidden. We guys think with our penises when we want sex. Females are deeper and obviously more honest. She was running away from a situation.

I took my time lying around, going through my mind what had transpired in the last 12 hours or so. It was life changing. It really was, when I thought about how my attitude and behaviour would change with Cheryl and hers towards me. That's what she kept alluding to. How do we treat each other now on? At least that's the reason she seemed to be coming up with on why we shouldn't fuck.

Tricky!

I still wanted to have her completely quite badly. All this bullshit that flies around about morality! She was such a knockout. Indeed, I would put her up there at the top. Even Neena slipped to second best.

With thoughts of the entire summer vacation in front of me and with fantasies of spending time with Cheryl in the same home, my mind opened up to numerous possibilities. Gosh, I didn't even have to look for girls down the street. There was one right there at home! I skipped out of bed and made my final preparations to go home. Things looked bright. Cheryl had said we must leave early to avoid the weekend traffic in the city.

With my bags and things packed and a reminder on my phone to get mom and dad the Indian pickles on our way out, I was all set to go home. I waited for eternity till Cheryl arrived.

When she did return, she smiled and when I asked how the interview went she said she was happy and it was hard to tell and then quickly proceeded to prepare to leave. She carried some clothes and went to the bathroom to change which was a bit of an unhappy surprise as we had both slept nude on the same bed the previous night. She brought cheeriness back to me as she appeared in a pale green short skirt and a white tennis shirt.

I locked the apartment for the next two months and we went down and dumped our bags and got into Cheryl's rented Hyundai Elantra for our journey back home.

We drove in silence for about an hour and a half. Out into the country side and the colors of early spring rolling by, we began to chat a bit. First about life in both the cities we were living in and then about family and even distant uncles, aunts and cousins and then finally got a little more intimate.

"What do you feel about what happened today and yesterday?" She was the first to bring it up. Before I could say anything she added: "Did you think less of me? I mean, were you surprised or did you think of me as being different than what you expected?"

"Come on, Cheryl. You know what I know about you. You were very active sexually for more than three years or so. I knew you had that fire burning." I glanced down to her lower torso and saw that her skirt was right up her beautifully smooth thighs. She probably noticed through her peripheral vision because when I looked ahead again I saw her pulling her skirt down as far as possible.

"No. That's not what I meant. Did you think I would do that with you? OK, so, did you think we were fine doing what we did?"

"Of course! My gosh, we were simply fab. You were awesome. Didn't think you were wrong or bad at all."

"I don't think you get it." She resigned herself to what she thought was my stubbornness. "Oh, you guys!" She put one hand on her forehead. "Once your thing stands up, you can't think straight."

She was dead right about that. The miles rolled by as I sat looking out on my side and Cheryl drove.We went back to family topics and stuff about when we were kids and how we had a great childhood. We praised our parents for not let us feel that we were step children to one of them.

We stopped at a service station for coffee and snacks and we filled up gas. We settled into silence once again as I realized how much sensual and sexual these past few hours were, when Cheryl started again.

"Listen, you have to find a good girl and do some serious dating."

"Why do you care?"

"I do care, you know. I don't like to see you frustrated and unhappy like this."

I was quiet before I mumbled: "You could make up for that and you refused." I sulked.

"Oh my god! I did so much for you. You came twice and that's not even something I did with Nathan!"

"Oh, enough. Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. I am fed up!"

I took out my phone to browse for a while.

"Oh shit!" I put both my hands on my head.

"What?" She looked at me startled.

"We forgot the pickles! I have it as a thing to do on my phone."

"Oops. That's bad. My bad. Our minds are full of sex."

"Yeah. Let's tell mom and dad that. They'll be pretty pleased."

"Tell me." Cheryl started thoughtfully. "You just want to do it, isn't it? You are not after... after me? I mean it's insane if you are thinking of me as a partner! Gosh that's awful. Weird!"

I thought for a while. A long while.

"Well?" She looked at me again looking for giveaway signs on my face.

"If you mean do I just want to fuck because I haven't done it in a while, then a resounding 'Yes'. I am not asking for a relationship based on the single day together and that too with whom the world considers my sister."

"I am relieved because I was thinking you are going to get dependent on me. You'll be fine. You'll find someone to do that with, for sure." She laughed almost with some assurance.

"Take me to one of your raunchy parties, if you can. I'd love that."

"Yeah. I will try to drag you in. They don't happen that often. Just because I mentioned them all together you thought they sound they are more frequent than they are."

"No worries. I'll wait." I thought for a while. "Did Nathan hurt you or anything? I mean why did you split?"

"I told you he became weird." She took a deep breath as if it was a painful memory. "No, he didn't hurt me physically if that's what you meant. He became a bit of a pervert. He wanted me to be seen and lusted by others and for me to be with other guys and for him to see me crave for them. Like, he talked of threesomes and showed me pictures of naked men and asked me which one I liked to be fucked by and so on."

"Isn't that kind of normal between couples? I mean that's part of intimate talk for many."

"Well that was the talk. He also acted on them. Once at the pool he asked one of his friends to grab my ass to see how big and soft it is and the bastard complied! I was so mad and he apologised. Not Nathan. The other guy. Then another time he described to a group of friends how well I suck dick and went on to describe my pussy. It was super embarrassing and a girlfriend told me he should not be doing that. Most of the time, though he had had a few drinks. Then I told him to reduce his drinking and that always started a heated argument. But I guess what broke the camel's back was his constant description of and praise of another girl at work and how he would love a threesome with her and how he would fuck her and I could watch and masturbate and on and on and on. That became unbearable."

"OK. I get it."

"In the end it was mutual."

I kept gazing at the highway ahead and the compulsive hypnotic effect of the lane markings running by, pushed me into slumber for a while. I guess I slept for an hour or so.

"Hey we are about 40 minutes into the city." Cheryl broke into my siesta. "Do you want to stop by the hillock I spoke about?"

"Which place? That rock place?"

"Yeah, the fun place for us, eh... me." Cheryl didn't want to abrade with a mention of Nathan again. "The place I called 'Fuck Rock'."

I somehow knew that was Nathan's habit of naming things. "Yeah, let's go." I sounded disinterested but I wanted to be there and see where Cheryl was rammed passionately many times. It was oddly exciting.

"If I get this offer in Boston I'll probably move soon to Cory's place just outside Boston." I knew Cory who was Cheryl's good friend and often hung out together at our place or hers. "She already invited me yesterday when I spoke. She has a gorgeous brother, Lawry!" I saw her beaming.

"Oh! Never heard you mention him." I was obviously green.

"Oh, he is a local darling. He is about six two and athletic and being a half African American he has that complexion and looks that can kill. He's also very sweet to talk to."

"Oh gosh!" is all I could say.

"Don't think of it like he's going to get in my pants or anything. He might be having his girls. It's just nice to be with nice looking well-mannered guys. That's all."

"OK." My pseudo bored acceptance. "Didn't know you planned to leave us early, though."

Cheryl said nothing for about fifteen minutes then she announced: "We take the next exit."

OK, Fuck Rock, here we come, I thought. We took the exit and took the underpass to the other side of the Freeway. Then we took a dirt road on the right and the hill emerged with a mix of green, rock and brown slopes. A quarter mile away a large canopy of trees gave us a place to park and then we ascended the short but rather steep climb to the top. Cheryl was ahead of me with a bag on her shoulder, as she negotiated familiar trails and for about a half an hour the tiredness of physical effort was mitigated by visualizing her butt again and her thighs, varying lengths of which kept peeping below her short skirt.

When we were up there we were sweating and our faces were red with effort.

"This is it." She smiled. Then she looked to her right and pointed to a rock that was much smaller than I had imagined, at the edge of a precipice. "There!" she pointed as she opened a bottle or water she had thoughtfully brought up. She took a couple of swigs and handed it to me.

I took the bottle and walked up to the rock. It was about three feet high and then dipped again about a half a foot producing a folded edge which was convenient. Above it was the view of the land below with trees and a single path leading past where we had parked and the Freeway in the distance with its usual volume of traffic. Quite private, I thought, and cozy too as the soft breeze cooled us off a bit. I got rid of my T shirt and took in the entire scene. The soft buzz of vehicles was the only sound other than nature.

"How did you fuck? You bent over the rock?"

"Yep." Cheryl moved over and bent over with her butt protruding and almost mocking me.

"Come on. That won't do. You need to spread a bit. Do you want to do your fantasy thing and remember the good times you had here?"

She opened up slightly. The skirt fluttered in the wind but stayed down. I walked up and gathering up some courage from the experiences overnight, I lifted her skirt right above her hip. A fresh pair of milky white panties with old fashioned frills showed up and surprisingly Cheryl did nothing except look back at me with a smile.

I looked at her beautiful face and then back to the roundness of her pretty ass and then back to her face again.

"Take that off, sis. How did you fuck with that on?"

"Oh, my perv brother! Will you ever have enough?" She stayed in that pose for a while and then just as she surprised me the day before, she pulled her panties down!

I gulped as I gazed at the female posterior view in that position that was overwhelmingly sexy. I had seen her butt cheeks and her crack a number of times but her pussy lips quashed as they were with that sparse hairiness from behind and the heavenly slit in between was unbelievably arousing.

"Do you like what you are seeing?" She was still smiling at my boyish thrills. "Are you hard again?"

I didn't answer. I just went up to her and bent over with my bulge pressed against her core. She groaned a bit and then when I continued to rub, she actually moaned. I took the hint and pulled my shorts down and pushed my hard dick into her crevice pointing upwards and slipped and slithered on her up and down. Then I slipped it downwards so that the upper side rubbed her and I sent back and forth between her upper thighs and her beautiful cunt above. This was the most intimate I could get and I kept doing it while my hands grabbed her boobs. There was no resistance. May be she was in recollection mode.

I remembered reading somewhere that this was the best position to seduce a reluctant girl. Most men try to force themselves frontally. The trick is that women are more vulnerable when they feel you from the back; when they have your hard penis play with their sensitive zone just behind their vaginal openings, their arousal is accelerated. I was about to see that happen.

She looked back and her expression was not the same. She stared for a moment and I waited with baited breath. I kept rubbing her, though.

Then she said it with no smile but with almost a business like tone through clenched teeth.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Whether it was my technique or something else that flipped her switch, I will never know.

"My darling sister! What a question to ask after all what I have expressed to you."

"Wait." She said and she grabbed her bag and hurriedly pulled something out. Of course, it was a condom pack. She tore it open, turned to me and quite expertly put it on. The she bent down again and this time she spread her legs more and I could see her vagina open with a hint of moisture. "Go in quickly!" she ordered.

I looked at her again. It was such a gorgeous sight. Her long smooth legs and shapely chunky thighs led up to those magnificent hips bordering that prize winning arse. The abrupt narrowing up to her thin waist was so anatomically perfect.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me before I change my mind!"

"Yeah, coming. I was admiring you, sis." Yes, this might be the most beautiful thing I am going to fuck. I couldn't imagine anything better on earth.

I took a step towards her. I held my throbbing cock and pointed it towards that glorious hole. Her hand came back to guide me in the correct exact direction and then the heavenly moment when soft, warm, wet, velvety flesh engulfed me. I groaned loud as I heard her intake of breath and a sense of divine peace and fulfillment settled in my soul. I stayed in that moment for a while.

She was impatient. "Come on. Move!" It was an order.

I started. She responded with reciprocal moves backward and forward. Almost every stroke was like a mini climax. "Oh, it's wonderful, Cheryl. It's like nothing I imagined in my wildest dreams. Oh! Is it good for you?"

"Yes. Oh god, yes. You fill me better. You are bigger little brother. Your cock really hits me in my core."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Go for it. Hit me harder. Fuck me good. Oh lord!" Her breathing became so rapid and noisy.

It was hard for me to hold on for much longer. I took a break. "I almost came." I explained.

"OK. Take your time. I want it for much longer too."

I put my mind back to a lower gear and started stroking her again. The acceleration was smooth and deliberately slow. I held back my eruption for a while syncing her responses and sounds to match my progression towards climax. My hands were now under her T shirt and in her bra playing with those ever so soft breasts. My forefingers danced madly on her nipples. I felt the softness of her bum bouncing off my hips. I let one hand slip down to feel the back and front of her awesome thighs and even felt her hairy mound and I realized she had her left hand down and her fingers rubbing her clit.

"Sis, you are wonderful." I meant that. I could feel almost every cell in her in alignment with mine. "Oh darling. I am going to cum. I am going to cum!"

"Yes, I am also almost there. Do. Do!"

"I am cumming!" I almost screamed. I felt myself exploding.

"Just a few more strokes. Just five or six more. Yes, yes. I am there. Yes. I am cumming too! Ooh!"

We synced it almost to the second. The climax was very special. We were both drained. There were beads of sweat on my forehead but the gentle breeze was on my back!

***

We drove back in almost continuous silence.

At home, after greeting mom and dad I called some friends and planned to meet soon. Cheryl kept to herself mostly and in a couple days she left, almost immediately after she got information that she had been selected for the Boston job. She was going to stay with her friend, Cory.

After she went mom came up to me with a serious, unsmiling face. She told me stoically that Cheryl left early because she felt unsafe with me!

I felt betrayed and angry. Yes, I was pushing but, in the end, she asked for it. How could she feel that way?

Should I be blamed?