SHARIN' A ROOM WITH SHARON

We are in the family minivan, sharing the back seat...Dad is driving with his 70's music on and Mom is asleep in the front passenger seat. A ton of gifts and luggage are piled high up on the middle seat, making it impossible for our parents to see us from the front...it's dark as we are driving home from a holiday gathering and we know there are a couple of hours left in the drive. I was so tired from running around the backyard entertaining our toddler cousins, and you were almost-fresh from getting cleaned up after Uncle Wyatt spilled his beer all over your outfit. Luckily, Cousin Patti, who had turned 18 just two days after your Thanksgiving birthday, was close to your size, so she lent you a tank top and a short skirt.

Your beer-soaked clothes were in a plastic bag under the seat. I had glanced the bag before I had shoved it under there and noticed that not only were your shorts and blouse in there, but your panties and big bra (that I tease you about all the time as your tits are larger than other girls your age) are also in there. so basically, I have deduced that you are wearing nothing but the skirt and the tank top. I have a pillow behind me and have leaned against the window and am starting to fall asleep when you, also sleeping, lay down with your head in my lap...suddenly I realize that your head is resting directly on my crotch.

Maybe it's the angle or the amount of pressure, but as your sleepy cheek settles into my lap, I start to get an erection. What the hell is my sister going to think if she wakes up and finds my cock hard right next to her face. So I tap you on the shoulder and whisper "Sharon..." you look up at me with half-closed eyes. "You might feel more comfortable up here..."

I pull you up so that your head rests on my chest, then, more to hold you in place in a moving car than anything else, I wrap my arms around your belly, and you start to drift back off to sleep. I do too, but before I get all the way asleep, I start to feel your belly and realize that despite being my one-year-younger sister, you have surely grown up to be a pretty hot eighteen-year-old woman...

...my hand transitions from almost absent-mindedly rubbing your belly to sliding up under your shirt and rubbing my hand against the underside of your breasts...I suddenly get a crazy notion and start to slide my fingers under the waistband of your skirt, and just as my fingertips touch the first of your pussy hairs, your stir a little and, to my surprise, you push back against my rapidly hardening cock.

It seems like you are encouraging me rather than chastising me, so I slide my fingers down a little more and feel as your mound rises against my fingertips...you push harder back against my hard-on and turn your head towards me. You open your eyes slowly and look straight into mine: "Johnny, I've thought about something like this soooo many times..." and suddenly we are kissing passionately and my middle finger is rubbing against the slippery-wet warm entrance to your pussy...

Within moments, the eagerness of my middle finger took over...the eagerness to probe just between your pussy lips, stirring your juices so they are flowing freely...every few seconds I pull my finger out, and each time I twirl my slippery fingertip around your clit. A couple of times you started to moan into my mouth, but I knew you were starting to get a little loud so I stopped everything, even the kiss, to press my lips against your ear and whisper: "You have to be quiet or I need to stop because you are making too much noise, Cher'..."

However, before you could assure me you would keep the noise to a minimum, there was a loud POP-ging! sound, a rattling tremor from underneath the car, and smoke starting to come up from under the hood of the car. Dad started swearing and Mom called back to us to make sure we were okay. We assured her we were, and Dad pulled over to the side of the road. It was a bit of a chore, as we all got out of the van to stretch and survey the damage, to not reveal ourselves as guilty of...well, what we WERE guilty of...and after all, we hadn't REALLY been having sex, we had just kissed and touched each other for a little while we were both half asleep. I continued rationalizing our innocence to myself, and, through occasional looks and whispers in your direction, tried to assure you of the same thing...

Well, an hour and a half later, after a tow truck ride where you and Mom rode in the cab of the truck and Dad & I rode in the minivan, we got to a car repair shop in a little town which was open just long enough to tell us that they were closing, and that they could start working on our engine first thing in the morning. Luckily there was a motel across the street from the car repair place, so Dad ran across to discover that they had two rooms left, a king bed room on the second floor and a two-double-bed room near the back of the motel. He announced that we'd be staying in the room with two double beds while he & Mom would stay in the King room. Of course, my mind immediately went to some pretty interesting possibilities for a brother and sister, worked up as much as we already were, alone in a hotel room all night long, forgetting everything I had just been thinking about with regard to our "innocence."

We grabbed our backpacks, and the plastic bag of clothes (which you could rinse out and dry overnight) out of the van before they locked it into the garage for the night, and we walked across the street to the motel. Dad handed us our room key and he & Mom walked toward the stairs to go up to their room, telling us to be down to breakfast by 7:30 in case we could get back on the road early...you and I made our way to the back part of the motel, passing the pool and Jacuzzi area (which would still be open for a few more hours according to the sign) and finally turning around the back corner to find our door. I opened it up and held it open for you. We walked into the room, and the door had one of those hydraulic closing mechanisms. so it was closed almost as quickly as we were behind it, before we could even turn on the light, and except for a sliver of light coming through the window-curtains, the room was suddenly and completely dark...

...that sliver of light lit up your front so I could clearly see your bare midriff between the tank and the skirt, and found myself checking out your long legs as well. so, rather than turn on the light, after gazing on you for a long moment, I started walking towards you in the darkness, saying, "So, Cher...you think we oughtta talk about what just happened in the van?"...

Well, having given you a couple moments to respond, and hearing nothing but seeing the growing passion in your eyes and the trembling of your body as I approached you, I knew what you wanted. I wanted it, too, but we were now bearing, potentially, on some very forbidden territory if we allowed what started in the van to go much further. So instead of kissing you hard on the lips, I decided instead to kiss your cheek and say into your ear, "let's go hang out in the Jacuzzi for a while, maybe calm down a bit...?"

You spoke up and said that you only had your beer-soaked clothes and what you were wearing, but no swimsuit. I said, "I was just gonna go in my underwear. You can too. Go rinse the beer off yours and let's go...it's a nice warm night...besides," I said, "I snuck a couple of those beers out of Uncle Wyatt's fridge so we can have a little somethin'..." I pulled the two still-cool bottles of beer out of my backpack and slapped your rump. "come on, Sis..."

You seemed like you were in the bathroom forever. "How long does it take to rinse out some..." when the door opened and you were standing there in your bra and panties, which were white lacy things both of them, but the beer and the rinse had gotten them so wet that they were mostly transparent. Your nipples and areolae were not only clearly visible, but the cold water had made them hard so it was tough to tell how much was from the cold and how much was due to the sexual energy of the moment.

You started to complain about the wet see-thru panties when I put my finger up to your mouth to shush you. You could smell your own juices from earlier on my finger briefly before I took my hand away from your mouth and grabbed your hand. In the other hand I had the beers and a towel draped over my arm, I told you to grab the room key and we walked around the corner and into the gate of the pool area. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw that there were no other people at the Jacuzzi at this hour.

We walked over to the Jacuzzi and I helped you down the steps to sit down, then got out again to grab the beers I had set down and opened the top on each one, handing you a bottle. So now we were in a Jacuzzi in our underwear, having spent most of the last several hours thinking about incest, and were now drinking underage together. I felt so naughty, and looking at you it was clear that you were not only feeling that yourself, but you were also a little scared and, based on the look in your eye and the way you were shaking and spasming, very much aroused, and you confirmed that by sidling over to me and clutching my thigh under the bubbly water. my cock strained against my boxer-briefs as I wrapped my arm around you and guided your hand into my lap...

I could feel your reticence as I brought your hand toward my crotch, so I thought that maybe that was your limit as far as touching was concerned. So I let go your hand and instead whispered into your ear that maybe we should just consider this whole thing a mistake and try and forget about some of the dangerous stuff we were pondering earlier. So I took a few more sips of beer from the bottle and lay back against the side of the hot tub, spreading my legs a bit. I was surprised when you turned around and sat right between my spread legs and pushed back against me. For a moment I thought that maybe, when you were pushing back against my hard-on in the van, you figured it was okay since you weren't actually touching Me with your hands. "Okay," I thought as I drained the last few drops from my bottle, "maybe she just wants to keep it friendly but not that serious. I'm okay with that..."

...as you settled back against me, I thought back to when we were in the van earlier. You pushed harder against me now in the Jacuzzi than you had been pushing against me in the van. I could feel the shape of your buttocks hugging my cock like a hot dog in a bun. You looked up to me with a similarly pleading look in your eye and wrapped my arms around your belly, clutching them against you as if you felt very safe when my arms were around you. I kissed the top of your head and held you tighter...

I closed my eyes and relaxed a little bit more. my arm slid up against the underside of your breasts. Earlier in the van, you weren't wearing a bra, so I was actually touching your tits, but this time it didn't seem nearly as naughty, but I flashed back to the moment in the room when I first saw you in your wet undies and realized I had never seen you as close to naked as that before. my cock twitched again, you pushed back against the twitch, and I got a little bolder and clutched your tit tightly in my big long fingers...almost at the same time I felt you take my other hand and slide it down so it was just at the lacy edge of your panties...

"Sharon," I said, "are you sure you want this? I know what I want, and I know it's wrong, baby sis, but if you move that hand any further down, I can't be completely responsible for what happens next..."

Your response to my question seemed to take you a long time. Felt to me like you were really considering all of the ramifications. I wondered for a moment if I was the one being too hasty, since most of the active touching and fondling up to this point had been done by me (was I taking my sister to places I was not even certain of the full consequence of?). Well, what I knew at that moment were two things: I loved my baby sister, and I wanted her to feel good. I mean sure, I had this raging hard-on from everything we'd been doing and thinking about the last few hours, but even beyond that I really did want to give her some pleasure...after all, she did put up with growing up with ME...

When you finally gave me your answer, it was simple and direct. You simply resumed moving my hand toward your panties, and even used your other hand to pull the waistband out so I could slide my fingers in there. When I knew for sure that was what you wanted, I was overcome with so much excitement that My hand, even though it was under the warm Jacuzzi water, was trembling as it approached your pussy once again, so I whispered in your ear "I liked kissing you in the van, can I please kiss you again?"

I could taste the last gulp of beer you'd drunk as our open mouths collided in a soft but lustful kiss...My hands were busy tickling your pussy lips and I enjoyed feeling you shoot your tongue harder into My mouth every time I brushed My fingertips against your clit. Suddenly, I felt a new sensation when you, with your free hand, reached behind your back to clutch My cock through My thin white boxer briefs. I moaned into your mouth so you could tell I liked that, and reacted by working your pussy harder with my hand. We continued like this for several minutes when suddenly I started to feel how hot the hot tub was, and that both you and I were starting to weaken a little from the heat.

"Hey, Cher, what do you say you dry me off and we head back to the room? I'm feeling a little exposed out here..." Which was accurate because I noticed that My cock had made its way out of the hole in My briefs and was naked in your hand. I helped you out of the pool and picked up the two beer bottles. You had already grabbed the towel and were starting to dry me off and tuck my cock back into my briefs when a trio of adolescent boys came into the pool area and headed straight for the hot tub. "Hey, sis, looks like we got outta there just in time. Let's go back in the room and I'll dry you off in there..."

I grab your hand again and we walk briskly out of the pool area just out of the splash zone of the three boys. My cock was still tingling from when you had touched it a moment ago to put it back into my underwear. We are out of the pool gate and at the door of the room when I realize that I forgot the room key back by the Jacuzzi. I glance at you and am freshly acquainted with your near-transparent undies and say to you, "hey, Cher, would you mind running back and grabbing the key real quick?" while I walk over to a trashcan and toss the beer bottles in...you look like you want to protest but for some reason you don't, and you walk confidently back into the pool area. It is clear that when you get near the hot tub, the young boys are staring at you because they get real quiet all of a sudden. I peek around the corner to see them stopped and staring at you. Not sure what compelled you to do it, but when you saw the key, you turned around so that your ass was facing the boys and bent over to pick up the key. When you started walking back towards me, I noticed you had a little bit of a sexy swagger in your hips as if you have just given three young men their first honest boners...of course, I was treated to the frontal view of your body as you did this, and My dick started to push against My wet briefs again. I was pretty glad we were going to go back into the room at this point because even I was starting to get embarrassed...

When you handed me the key, it felt like you were holding onto my hand for an extra few moments more than I would have expected. I looked into your eyes and I saw a mischief in them that could only have been created by your satisfaction at making those boys drool. I could hear them starting to talk about you as I opened the door and held it for you, and I just heard one of them saying "my god did you see those TITS?!?!" when the door closed behind us and we were once again in the dark room

"Maybe we better get ready for bed, Sis. I'll see if there's anything good on the TV."

I watched as you went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. I heard the shower for a few moments, then I heard the blow dryer for a few moments, and not too long after that, you came out of the bathroom wearing the tank top from your borrowed outfit, and the panties, which it looks like you had done your best to dry off before you put them back on. there was no disguising your nipples against the thin tank top—they pressed even tighter against the threadbare shirt as you raised your hands above your head to dry your hair off with a motel towel.

Meantime, I had been surfing the channels for a few moments and had found a few quasi-interesting programs on the television, but I kept going through the channels, not happy with anything. "Here, why don't you see if you can find anything decent on," I said as I walked over to the bathroom and tossed the remote at you. I only half noticed that you had sat down on MY bed instead of the one where you had originally thrown your backpack, because I had one main goal in my mind at that moment, namely that I needed to run some cold water over my dick so that I could maybe have the strength to take this whole bro/sis thing a little more slowly. Still wasn't sure that anything I was doing was right or good or justifiable, but I was determined to give you every opportunity to back away from my perverted notions.

Well, needless to say, the cold water helped, and wringing out and blow-drying my briefs helped them to be not so revealing, and I walked out of the bathroom with a flaccid penis and a renewed confidence that I could maybe control myself long enough for us to get to sleep without doing anything too bizarre or illegal...but that all changed when I opened the bathroom door wearing just my briefs and my t-shirt from earlier, and saw you...or, more properly, saw what you were staring at on the television...

I look over at the television and there on the screen is a woman, naked in a gym shower. She is kneeling and taking a tile off the side of the shower and peeking through the hole at a bunch of guys naked in the men's shower. It even looked like the camera was right on one of the guy's cocks for a moment. But what was just as interesting as what was on the television was what you were doing. You were sitting there with your mouth half-open, your nipples pressing against the tank top like they wanted to break through, and one of your hands in your lap, but it looked like it was moving around down there. I started to wonder if you were rubbing yourself through your panties when I realized that watching both the television and my sister was causing my cock to grow again, despite my best efforts in the cold shower.

...then I noticed that it looked like you had not dried your panties all the way when you were in the bathroom, because there was a wet spot under you, and I got a little pissed off that you were sitting on MY bed getting the sheet all wet. "Hey, you, that's my bed, sit on your own bed with wet panties already." you protested that you HAD dried the panties off completely, and you stood up and took my hand and held it against your hip.

"See, dry as a bone, and still warm."

But I came back with "but look, little sis, that's NOT where the moisture is coming from..." and you looked down at your panties and saw that your crotch was wet, and it didn't smell like Jacuzzi-water either. You were clearly turned on by the movie, and probably also by what we had been doing in the Jacuzzi, but it was clear that you were also embarrassed, and you asked me if I minded sleeping on the other bed since you had already gotten this one wet.

I complained that the other bed didn't have as good a view of the television, and the movie was just starting to get good. Some hunk of a guy with long hair was taking a shower and the same blonde woman from the earlier shower scene was upset at him for trespassing into her house. But they were clearly turned on by each other, and next thing you know they are having sex and videotaping it. I was mesmerized by the scene for a bit, then I realized, YET AGAIN, that my boner was becoming more than obvious, and so I quickly got into the bed next to you and pulled the sheet and comforter over my stiffening prick. "Tell you what, Cher-We can watch the movie together, but if the sheet is still wet when it's over, then I will sleep on the other bed. otherwise you're gonna have to move...

"Fine then, have it your way," you said, and stuck your tongue out at me.

"Be careful, you little brat, or I'm gonna grab that sassy tongue of yours." in answer to that, you reached over to the other bed where your backpack was.

"Great minds think alike," you said as you pulled two beers out of YOUR backpack and cracked the tops open for us.

"Well, intelligence runs in the family!" and we clinked bottles and we each took a sip of our uncle's beer and laughed as we pulled the covers up against our bellies. I noticed that your nipples were still hard under the tank top, but I tried not to stare.

It probably would have been hard for me not to stare if there wasn't a scene on the movie where the main blonde gal and Kristy McNichol were dancing alone on a dancefloor, and they were trying to make the guys watching them think they were hot for each other. That was enough for me and I started to absent-mindedly move my hand over the comforter where my hard-on was. I was so engrossed in my celebrity lesbian fantasy that I didn't notice that you had been watching me stroke the bulge in the comforter. When I DID finally notice, I gave a start, and stopped moving my hand, but didn't take it off of the lump in the covers. You looked at me and said "Johnny looks like he's thinking about something REALLY naughty..."

"Oh, right, you're a fine one to talk, Miss Pussy-Juice-on-My-Sheets, Miss Pointy-Nipples..." and I reached over and pinched your left nipple, probably a little more roughly than I should have, which started us into a first mad, then laughing slap-war until the next sexy scene in the movie got us looking at the television again...

The next scene that piqued our interest was another sex scene in a motel that focused as much on the kissing and the faces as it did on the naughty parts. It was very erotic because you could see the passion in the actors' faces when she was riding him on the chair. We were leaning back against the headboard. Our shoulders were touching and we held our beer bottles in our hands. the backs of our hands were touching...our outside hands were both under the blankets. I think after all the kidding and slapping around, we were finally just decided to feel free enough to do what we both wanted to do, which was play with ourselves a little. I know neither you nor I were really hiding anymore that we were being our usual, teenage sexual selves...we just happened to be in the same room...well, okay, the same bed, too...

Well, that scene ended and the movie went back to the non-sexual part of the plot, and you and I collected ourselves a bit but it was very clear at the moment, moreso than at any time since this had started in the van earlier in the evening, that there was a definite sexual charge in the room that neither of us could deny. I still thought I should try and keep it a little light in case you wanted to stop this at any point, so I just said "Hey, Cher, I'll give you two bucks if you take your shirt off and lemme see your hooters..."

You looked so surprised at my saying that, but you looked down at the old tank top and realized that considering how hard and visible your nipples were and how loose the shirt was, you were almost halfway to being naked anyway, so you said "Hey, Johnny, I'll take your two bucks..."

...and you whipped the tank top off of you and threw it at my face. I deflected it over to the side and my jaw dropped. It wasn't until I actually SAW your breasts for the first time that night that I realized how long I have WANTED to see them. I had so often defended your honor when my friends would say stuff about your tits, but there was a pretty good reason your tits started conversations, and suddenly my mind went flashing back to some moments from our younger days when your boobs were first starting to grow out, and a few other moments in the not too distant past where I had thought about your tits, like the first time I ever saw you in a bikini...and other times like that.

"OMG, sis, you really do have some killer tits on you..." I sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to get too close unless invited to do so, and I just kinda stared, non-apologetically, at your boobs. I was feeling those two beers in my head and those beers wanted me to reach out and squeeze the closest one to me, but I held back and looked up into your face.

When you saw my eyes were finally looking at yours again, you said, "come on, loser, two bucks..."

I reached down to the floor to check in my backpack and look in my wallet. "Crap, Cher, I only have a dollar and a dime...I'll have to owe you some..."

But you got a really playful look on your face and said, "OR you can do something for ME that I woulda paid two dollars for..." and you were looking straight at my bulging briefs...

I tried to head you off at the pass by whipping MY shirt off and tossing it at you and saying, "There, we're even,"

...to which you quickly replied "Hey, brother-o-mine...I've seen you shirtless enough times, that right there was worth nothing to me...come on you, show me what you got in there..."

I was still looking for ways we might extend this scenario so that it wouldn't get too weird too quickly, so I replied by saying that what I had under the briefs was worth way more than two bucks, and that you should really think about what it could mean if we let this happen. You looked thoughtful for a second, and then looked in your backpack again. "Damn," you said, "I'm completely broke." But the look in your eye told me that the wheels in your head were still spinning.

Well, luckily (?) for both of us, the movie got really interesting again. REALLY interesting. The two "forbidden lovers" in the movie were meeting at some out-of-the-way place on the night before she was supposed to get married to Mr. High Society. Anyone who had been watching the movie up to this point would know that she was either going to dump him or let him fuck her again. I really wanted to see another sex scene, but I knew based on what you and I had been up to, that watching a sex scene right now was probably a dangerous thing, so despite my aching hard-on, I was actually half-hoping that she would dump him.

Well, needless to say, they went into what looked like a big barn, and before we realized that we actually heard it, the actress started talking about how she and her cousins used to watch their parents fucking and then they would feel each other up. "Oh, fucking great," I thought. The last thing we needed at this point was for this completely random movie to start putting more "sex-with-your-relatives" ideas into my sister's head. But before I could say or do anything, next thing we know the actress is taking her dress off to reveal her complete nudity. I stopped everything else I was doing or thinking about and just stared at the television with my hand under the covers clutching my cock as tight as I ever had...

Now, I had seen our dad's Playboy magazines before, but the one thing I always wished when I looked at them is that they would show more pussy hair. But here was this chick on the television walking around this barn and she had the most beautiful patch of cunt-hair I had ever seen in my life. I whispered (to myself, I thought) "fuck me..." and thought I was gonna cum right then and there. Then she goes and blindfolds herself, then starts talking about sex with her cousins again. I thought for a moment about running off to the bathroom and masturbating when I looked over at you.

First I saw you looking at your tits as if you were comparing them to the actress'. The next thing you did, though, was about the most shocking thing I never would have expected. You reached down, pushed the covers back, and pulled your panty-waistband away from your body. You kept looking back and forth between your pussy and the gal in the movie. "Oh, my gosh, she's got a lot of hair down there." Well, needless to say, curiosity got the better of me and I looked down into your undies.

"Oh, fuck, Cher..." I said, because I wasn't so much looking at your hair, but at your pussy lips. It was weird because the first thing I thought of was how unusual it was that the first pussy LIPS I had ever seen were my sister's, but then I said something even I didn't expect to come out of my own mouth: "Jeez Sis, I suppose if you are gonna let it all hang out like that, I shouldn't be shy either!"...and then, as if on cue, we both completely stripped off our underwear. My cock snapped back against my belly, splashing pre-cum into my navel, and the smell of your wet pussy was so strong I was blown away... and we were in that scenario that I had wanted/dreaded since the beginning of this adventure in the van, specifically that were in bed. Together. Naked. And both of us intensely, provocatively turned-on...

I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I don't remember whether I was more excited that I was seeing the first completely nude real woman I had ever seen, or that I was seeing my sister naked. I had a flashback over this taboo road that you and I had started on just a few hours earlier this evening. I had gone back and forth so many times about whether we should or shouldn't do this or that, or whether we were going to be punished or damned or forgiven, or even whether this was the safest course of action for us. I mean, I know I didn't have any condoms with me because I had never in my life been sure until this very moment that I had even the slightest chance of ever getting laid. I figured that I was going to spend the rest of my adult life with Playboys under my bed, masturbating all my semen away...but now I could actually picture in my mind's eye (not to mention my real eyes) what it would be like to engage in sexual intercourse with an attractive girl...so, since this was a moment of arousal bigger than anything I had ever felt in my life, I did what I normally did when I got hard. I grabbed my cock.

Probably wasn't the best time to do that, because I WAS so very turned on at this point (from you and from the movie and the pornographic scenarios that had been filling my head for the last several hours), as soon as I wrapped my hand around the shaft, I started to cum. and right there, kneeling in front of you on the bed with my ejaculating penis just inches from your face, a steady, shiny-white flow of biological lava began to flow out of my cock-head and down the shaft and over my clenched hand. I let out a moan and looked straight in your eyes. "Oh fuck, sis, I am cumming..." your eyes got so big and you just sat there, with your mouth open and one hand playing with your pussy, just watching me jerk and cum and moan, and getting curious looks on your face as you watched the thick cum drip all over the place.

Suddenly you realized that the cum was going to start dripping on the bedsheets, so you ran into the bathroom and ran back out with a cloth, and just a half second before the first drops of cum landed on the bed you put the cloth on the sheet under my cock, and caught them before they landed. In your haste to get back in time to protect the bed-sheet, you bumped your face against my cock-holding hand, and came away with a droplet of my cum on the tip of your nose. Well, you had gone back to staring at my orgasm.

"Hey Cher, you got a little something on your nose," I said as I picked up the cloth and started to wipe off my hand and my cock. You touched your nose and felt the semen, and rubbed it off on your finger. You looked at it, smelled it, then put your finger in your mouth and licked my cum right off your fingertip. I could tell by the way my cock jerked when I saw you do that, that if I hadn't already cum, I would have done so then...you just smiled at me and took the cloth from me, searching around with your finger, trying to get a few more tastes of the cum before it all soaked into the cloth.

...at that moment, the movie was wrapping up, and the final scene showed how, shortly after her wedding, the gal sneaks into the guy's motel room and uses his shower, and he finds her there and goes in with her. There was a suggestion in the scene that she was going to continue to fuck him even though she was married, adding another "forbidden" element to this already crazy thing we were doing. As we watched that and then watched the credits roll, I turned to you and said, "Whaddya say, Cher...you wanna go have a shower together? I gotta clean up anyway..."

"Just a sec," you said, because you knew from countless times in the dark of night in bed when you would touch yourself, you knew how little it would take for you to cum right now. You were so turned on from watching me cum and smelling and tasting and touching my cum you knew how close you were, so you weren't about to stop now. You said to Me, "You had a good cum, why can't i?" and I started watching you.

When your hand started moving faster on, around and in your pussy. just watching you touch yourself was really exciting, especially watching your tits bounce. I gave my cock a few more squeezes with the rhythm of your bouncing boobies, then said "You know, sis, you got some pretty nice tits on you. can I touch em?"

You were so so so close so you just nodded while you moaned and bounced and fingered yourself. I had gotten most of my cum off my hands with the dry cloth, but they were still a little sticky, but I was too lost in your awesome boobs to care, so I reached forward and clutched them in my cummy hands. It musta triggered you, because you let out a loud but unintelligible shout, and then you moaned non-stop while I squeezed non-stop as you rode your orgasm out...to this day you can't ever remember your tits feeling as "alive" as when I grabbed them for the first time ever that night.

"Fuck, bro, what the hell are we doin'?" you said as you collapsed back on the pillow and closed your eyes while your lustful heartbeat still pounded out the tail end of your orgasm...

You had a hard time catching your breath, but when you finally did, you opened your eyes to see me kneeling over you on the bed, my cock already half-hard again from watching your incredible sexual display just now. I reached down for your hand and said, "Come on, Cher, let's go clean up a little..." and took your hand and stood you up on the bed. we were both standing on the bed, just like we did when we were kids, playing and stuff. I was tempted to jump like back then, but instead I just bounced lightly, letting my cock spring a little in front of me as I did so. When you saw how I was playing, you twisted when you bounced so that your tits would wobble a lot. so there I was watching your tits bounce, and there you were watching my cock bounce (and harden), but feeling more like we were a couple of grade-school siblings getting away with jumpin' on the bed while Mom was out...

I led you down by the hand to the bathroom where I started the shower, and while we waited for the water to get warm, we looked in the wide bathroom mirror at the two of us standing side by side, naked and turned-on, about to spend some quality time in the shower. I thought about how many times in the past we had fought over our shared bathroom at home, in the mornings, or when both of us had dates we wanted to get ready for. And now here we were, sorta "dating" one another right now and sharing the bathroom! And compared to all those times at home where I "almost" saw you naked a couple times over the last few years, here I was looking at you and not only were you completely bare-ass naked, but you weren't hiding or trying to slap me for putting myself in a position to where I might see you naked. How weird was that?

I shook myself out of the spell of your really beautiful nudity, and reached back through the curtain to see if the water was warm enough. It was, so I asked you to grab the motel bottles of shampoo and conditioner and body wash while I got some wash-cloths and towels ready. Within a few seconds, we were standing in the shower, very warm (& getting hotter) water pounding on your back, so close that my cock was actually leaning against your belly, and I don't know why I chose that moment to do it, but I kissed your mouth-not like I had done in the van, where I was mainly just kissing you just to make sure you weren't going to make any loud sex-noises that our folks could hear, but because I really like you a lot and I wanted to show you by smooching with you for a while.

For some reason I flashed back to the couple times when you and I had watched a video-cassette that one of our parents had taken of you and me when I was. like, three years old and you were almost two, just wandering around the backyard, smelling flowers, tumbling in the grass...and at one point during this fifteen minute mostly-boring video, I kissed your mouth, too innocent to be a sexual move, but it always seemed to be clear to me as I watched it that I was aware enough of my feelings at that age to express that I really like you a lot and I wanted to show you by smooching with you for a while. And as I remember the video, I remember that that video kiss actually went on for several seconds before mom ran in front of the camera to distract us with popsicles...I wondered if you thought about that video as often as I did, and whether you had thought about it today since all this started. I also seem to remember that the last time we watched it (it had been a few years since that VCR was even plugged IN let alone WORKING) there was this really awkward moment when you and I had looked at each other while the video kids were in mid-smooch, and we both turned away quickly like we were embarrassed about what we were each thinking...

I guess you musta been thinking something similar (about liking me and all that) because we ended up kissing for a very long time, softly at first, but gradually getting harder and deeper and louder and wetter (not just because of the shower!). I'd had plenty of make-out sessions with gals over the last coupla years, but I honestly can't remember a time I enjoyed kissing more than when we made out in that motel shower. My sister was a hella good kisser! Who'da thunk it? Glad I discovered it now while I still had six months or so left to hang with you before I went off to college. I mean, sure, we were cleaning each other and washing each other's private bits and hugging in the suds and you trapping my stiff cock between your thighs and all that, but mostly we were kissing. And kissing. And kissing...and really loving it and each other...

We were kinda lost in this hot steamy shower kiss for longer than we realized, because the hot water, suddenly and without warning, ran out. it was running right down your back at the moment the water went frigid, and you started, jumped away from our kiss (ending up RIGHT under the newly cold burst of water) and screamed "FUCK!!" so loud and high-pitched it was painful to my ears because not only were we in this confined space, but it echoed through the bathroom...

Luckily, your scream didn't continue or the motel security might have been pounding on the door. I quickly turned off the flow of water, and as you caught your breath, I put one foot quickly out of the curtain, and grabbed both towels and brought them back in to wrap one around you as quickly as I could, then dry your hair because it had gotten the brunt of the cold water. I dried your hair as thoroughly as I could, then took the towel and started to dry myself off. as soon as you were dry, you had run back into the warm bedroom and dove into the bed and pulled the covers up to your chin as far as they would go. You were shivering and a few drops of the chilly water were still dripping off your face and hair onto the pillow...

"DANG, Johnny, that was freakin' cold!!" you said. "Get your ass in here and warm me up!!"

I was too confused by the moment, and jumped in and had my body half wrapped around you before I came back to the reality of our sibling sexual adventure The sudden shock of the cold water had ruined my perfectly good erection, but as soon as I started to snuggle and spoon you the blood started flowing back toward my dick. I started to run my hand up your side, stopping at places that felt especially cold.

"Fuck, sis, that IS freakin' cold." I kept moving my hand along your side until I got to your tit. I felt the side of your breast and it was SOO cold that I almost automatically moved it down and my suspicion was right. Your nipple was like a tiny little ice cube.

"Hooooo-boy, Cher, that is one cold nipple!"

"Mmmm," you said as you pushed your ass back against my growing cock, "but your hand is sooo warm, brother-o-mine, you just keep it there for awhile..."

"Hang on a sec," I said as I reached down and felt your other nipple, which was also icy and hard. "Make that TWO cold nipples...i can't decide which one is colder" as I moved my warm hand back and forth between your tits, placing my palm over each nipple and squeezing each boob snugly. "Let me just do this for a while until they get warm again..."

I quickly grew frustrated that your tits and nips weren't warming up fast enough, so I did two things. First, I quickly got out of bed, went to the wall and adjusted the thermostat up a couple of degrees, and when I got back into bed, instead of spooning you again, I sat on top of you. Or, more correctly, on the comforter that covered your lower torso.

"Oww!" you cried in mock pain, but you turned onto your back and I sat right down on top of your pussy mound. My cock was back to about half-hard, and the green motel comforter made it stand out as you cast your eyes towards it. But I had a mission at this point, and I pulled the comforter away from your tits, rubbed My hands quickly together to generate as much heat as possible, and then clutched one of your boobs in each hand, your nipples were still really cold, so I wriggled My palm a bit to warm you up a little faster.

Well, this ended up not only warming you up, but making you a little hornier than you already were. I could see it in your eyes. You started bucking under the comforter and as you ground upward against me, My cock continued its hardening and bobbing, hypnotizing you as I kept on squeezing your tits...they were still getting warmer, but my palms were getting colder from absorbing all your cold, and the only thing I could think of doing was to take one into My mouth and see if I could warm it up the rest of the way that way...not to say that I was totally focussed on the sexual part of things, but I really did want to warm you up (you were still shivering a little)...so I leaned down and took your left nipple into my mouth, but kept on squeezing your other tit and pinching that nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Suddenly you bucked really hard and I shot forward and banged my head on the headboard of the bed, my belly landing on top of your head...

"FUCK, Cher, wanna kill Me or something?" I slid off of you and sat up on the bed and rubbed My head where it had made contact with the headboard. You protested that my mouth on your nipple was ticklish and you couldn't help yourself, it was a reflex...I scowled at you and went into the bathroom to look at my head. It didn't seem bruised or bloody in any way. It was fine, so, still rubbing the sore spot, I came back to bed, turning the lights and the TV off as I did so...Suddenly it was dark again except for that same sliver of light from the area by the Jacuzzi. that cut through the window-curtains and lit up your wet hair as I slipped My whole body under the covers and started to return to My spooning position behind you, when you turned around suddenly and were now facing me. You pulled the covers over both our heads and held them in your hand above us, like we used to do when we would make forts under the covers when we were kids. The only thing missing was a...wait, it WASN'T!

I reached down to the floor again to My backpack and picked up My keychain, which had a little LED flashlight on it. When we were kids we used to use a real flashlight to read or just play under our blanket-fort, but this would have to do...I turned on the light and suddenly there we were, lying side by side, our naked bodies lit up by the tiny bright light. I looked into your eyes and you got this conspiratorial smile like we were hiding from our parents or some imaginary monster. Suddenly, the smile on your face changed to something a little more devious, and you grabbed My cock and gave it a squeeze, pulling Me toward you and you whispering,

"Say, Johnny...would you kiss me again?" and I silently consented. As we moved our heads toward one another and our lips met in another tender, wet kiss, you started to roll back on your back, pulling Me by My cock to lay on top of you and spreading your legs...as you guided Me toward your pussy, you stopped the kiss just long enough to say, "I think I'm ready, bro. I don't give a shit what anyone else might think. I want you inside me, right now."

And next thing I know the head of My cock was slipping between your cunt lips and we were kissing again. A slight shift of my weight, and My cock was slippery suddenly deep inside you and you shouted a deep moan into my mouth...

Well, needless to say, I experienced something of a sensory overload at this point. When a guy is used to masturbating alone in his room all the time, and the closest I ever got to fucking anyone was the half-a-handjob that Rosalee Smith gave me at the drive-in last summer, suddenly being plunged balls-deep into a hot, slippery-wet pussy with little warning would be enough to make any teenage boy cum like a volcano...but thanks to the fact that I had already cum once this evening before we got into the shower, I didn't blow my load right then and there. I actually had a little time to enjoy the feeling of your cunt enveloping my cock so completely. Nonetheless, that, combined with the lusty, needy kiss we were sharing was quickly tickling my nerve-endings and making me want to do two things: one, fuck you harder, and two, cum inside you. So I did number one, breaking the kiss long enough to look into your eyes not only so I could see your expression of trust and surrender, but also to get a better angle for thrusting my cock in and out of your drooling-hot pussy...

But just as I was in mid-thrust, I had this vision come over me...I saw us at different stages of our lives. When we were kids fighting over the stuffed fire engine...when I defended you from bullies in fourth grade...the last bath we had together before Mom decided we were too old to be sharing a bath...when we discovered dad's girlie-magazine stash in the garage...when I held you back from beating up a girl who stole your boyfriend in junior high school...when I spied on your slumber party when you and your girlfriends were comparing breast size (you won of course)...and even a few minutes ago when you came out of the bathroom in those semi-transparent undies...those moments and so many others that confirmed for me your gentleness, your beauty, your passion, and your loving, sisterly nature...not to mention your feistiness and your brattiness (at times)...but all those thoughts crashing around in my head, not to mention the physical pleasure we were giving each other, I knew I was very close to cumming inside you. But just as I started to bear down and really give it to you, the phone rang...