A Whole New Year ll

"Good morning, Ben."

"Ah, good morning, Mrs. Evans," I said politely while taking the empty spot at the breakfast table on Saturday morning. DJ was already there and she giggled while reaching over and covering my hand with her own. I glanced at Jack Evans nervously. Public displays of affection were one thing; but doing it at the breakfast table right in front of my girlfriend's parents was something else.

I needn't have worried. Jack Evans just winked at me and I blushed. Deanna Evans was quick to say, "No need to blush, Ben. Everyone here knows exactly what you two were doing last night."

I just blushed harder and DJ moaned, "Mooom."

Deanna giggled, not sounding so different from her daughters. "You should visit more often, Ben. You seem to have quite the positive influence on my husband here."

Now it was Jack's turn to blush. And DJ moaned again, "Mooom."

"Anyways, I'm just glad to see you make my daughter happy," Deanna continued. "I'll admit, it's not the daughter I thought you'd end up with, but I'm no less happy about it."

I kept blushing and kept my mouth shut, not sure how to respond to that.

"And I'm glad you two decided to keep things at a measured pace," Deanna added. "DJ has been extra focused this last week on her studies."

"I was focused before," DJ protested.

"You spent all your time talking about and with boys before," her mom pointed out. "Now that you're finally in a stable relationship, you have the luxury of extra time to work on your grades. I don't have to tell you how important this semester is to all of us."

"I KNOW, Mom," DJ groaned and frowned. She really was under quite a bit of pressure to get accepted to Cal.

Then Deanna turned to me and smiled sweetly as she poured me a glass of orange juice. "So really, Ben. No need to be embarrassed about your feelings or desires. I remember what it was like to be a teenager, and we certainly wouldn't have let you two get this far if it bothered us. As long as DJ's grades keep up, you're welcome to come here and stay throughout every weekend if you like."

"Really?" DJ perked up. "He can spend the night?"

"He just did, didn't he?" Jack Evans said warmly.

DJ slipped her hand down onto my leg and smiled, finally warming up to her newfound freedom. And while staring straight into my eyes, the horny young blonde told her mother, "Keep the juice coming, Mom. My boyfriend's gonna need all the fluids he can get."

DJ had been in the same boat I was for the entire week, having not experienced a good orgasm since the last time we were together. She certainly seemed on board with the plan to study like crazy every school night and screw every waking moment on the weekends. So the sexy young blonde with the big rack and skinny waist fucked the shit out of me until I was seeing stars and lying limp on the floor of her bedroom, so completely drained that I couldn't even drool.

After dinner on Sunday, informing me that she needed to study for her Monday classes, my cute girlfriend manhandled me into the car and sent me on my way back to Berkeley. I just managed to drag myself back to the house late on Sunday night, too tired to even undress before falling asleep in bed.

Of course, by the next morning I was horny and ready for more. And I forlornly looked across the calendar to Friday night when I would be allowed to visit my 17-year-old nymphomaniac again.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait that long to get laid. Dawn had taken it upon herself to talk with both Brandi and Adrienne about my predicament over the weekend. And when I got back to the house on Monday after my last class, I found two gorgeous young women only too happy to please me.

The three of us ended up in Adrienne's bedroom, the site of a lot of pleasant memories for me from Freshman year. Brandi went down on me first, having not tasted my naughty, incestuous brother-cum in a long, long time while I proved to Adrienne that a man could still eat a pussy just as well as girls. Then the three of us crawled all over each other in every possible combination, fucking and sucking away to our hearts' content.

We didn't have an encore for the rest of the week due to the girls' busy schedules, although Adrienne did give me a blowjob on Thursday afternoon just to give me a little relief.

By Friday, I made sure to thank Dawn for talking to the girls. She had been a true best friend, arranging for me to get laid by two such gorgeous creatures. I thanked Brandi for always being a caring big sister. And I thanked Adrienne not only for her own attentiveness to me, but also for the car. I was swiping her Mustang for three days at a time to visit DJ on weekends.

Adrienne had just laughed and told me it was no problem. The inheritance had finally gone through and if she really needed, she could always buy another one.

"Whaddaya think, Tiger?" she'd giggled. "Should I buy a Ferrari or a Lamborghini?"

Life was good. My classes were going well. Absent a steady girlfriend at school, I was able to spend a lot of time with my friends. And my friendship with Dawn had never been more comfortable. Plus, I was still getting laid on a regular basis: occasional screws with Brandi and Adrienne during the week to keep me from going crazy, followed by whirlwinds of parentally-approved marathon sex sessions with DJ on the weekends.

I even met some of DJ's High School friends, including a couple of very hot 17-year-old babes that DJ admitted she'd "experimented" with in the past. DJ later told me that her friends thought I was sooo cute and how it was so cool that she was dating a college guy. And if I played my cards right, DJ might even have one or two of them spend the weekend with us.

Life was going great ... for a little while, at least.

OCTOBER 2003, SOPHOMORE YEAR

"Oh, gawd ... You feel so fucking BIG, little brother..."

Brandi and I were holed up in her room, the both of us blowing off some steam on a random Tuesday night. It was after midnight, and all of her friends had left the house already. Dayna was spending the night with Kevin. And Adrienne was spending the night with Grace.

Brandi probably would have spent the night with her boyfriend Matt, or perhaps invited him over here, except that he had a paper to work on and needed to turn in a draft in the morning. I certainly didn't mind. I would keep his girlfriend company tonight.

Matt's girlfriend was buck naked and riding me cowgirl-style. I was comfortably situated on Brandi's bed, my head and neck propped up by two pillows. The beautiful brunette undulated slowly to the beat of a downtempo electronica CD she had, perfect for the kind of slow-burn fuck that we both wanted. If I had my way, I'd fall asleep after cumming deep into my sister's womb, and we'd drift away to the dreamland with our loins still enjoined to the melodies of quiet trip- hop.

My hands were gliding up and down Brandi's sides while she rode me. I'd started the night by giving her a sensual, full-body massage, complete with a coconut oil- based lotion. Her tan skin glowed in the dim light of the room, glistening with warmth and moisture while I smoothly stroked her naked skin.

After a little while, Brandi's dark eyes locked onto mine as she took hold of my hands and directed them up her chest, pulling my palms over her firm, wonderfully-shaped breasts. I reflexively squeezed her mammary flesh and then began rotating my hands in a wax-on/wax-off movement to titillate her nipples.

With my hands still on her tits, the luscious 21-year-old bent forward to capture my lips. And right when we met in a passionately incestuous kiss, Morcheeba's "The Sea" kicked into its melody and seemed to cosmically send Brandi's hips into a big roll, driving an extra few inches of my cock into her welcoming body.

The lyrics didn't really have anything to do with love or hope or anything mushy. They weren't even about sex. But listening to Skye Edwards wax poetic about losing control and living free to a seductive rhythm had Brandi and me rocking and rolling on her bed. And sometime after the song ended and we'd moved on to two more, my sister popped off me, her legs still shaking from her most recent orgasm, and she got her mouth around me just in time to swallow my load.

So wrong ... yet so right.

But we weren't done yet. Brandi stayed hunched over, nursing my prick with her wet mouth, suctioning carefully until she felt me re-harden. She bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around my girth, and I watched her bobbing movements go higher and higher as my cock elongated inside her mouth.

At last, she was moving her head up and down the full seven-and-three-quarter inches, taking me deep into her throat with each slow movement and pressing her hips against my base. And after one final suck, she pulled away and gasped for breath, grinning at me saucily. "I want to feel you in my ass, little brother."

Her eyes were unfocused, as if she were drugged; but I knew she was high on nothing but lust. Her mouth was open in an easy grin and I smiled right along with her as I nodded and started repositioning us. She bent over on all fours, proudly thrusting that dynamite ass back at me, such a perfect peach. Briefly, I thought of the last time I nailed Brooke, and how similar my two sisters were starting to look (from behind, at least). And I couldn't help but duck down to grab her cheeks and take a long lick of her crack from base to top.

Brandi shivered when she felt my tongue briefly run over her crinkled anus. She seemed freshly scrubbed and I picked my head up in surprise. "You planned this, didn't you?" I accused in a humored voice.

My sister giggled. "Fuck yeah. As soon as Matt told me he had the paper, I got sooo wet fantasizing about you shoving that big dick up my ass, little brother. Now stop talking and start fucking."

I got to work. I found the Astroglide in Brandi's nightstand, relatively full. After all, she'd told me I might be the only man who would ever sodomize her when I'd first popped her anal cherry two years ago, and so far I still was. I was sure she used it for other reasons with Matt and Dayna and the rest, but I still got a little thrill seeing the near-full tube as a reminder of this special thing Brandi had held just for me.

So I prepped her and prepped myself. Brandi lay her cheek down on the bed, with a pillow beneath her chest for support. And with one hand on her own pussy, she reached back to grab my shaft and put me into position.

Once she felt the pressure against her backdoor, Brandi folded her arms beneath her head and sighed. And after taking a deep breath, she groaned at me, "Do it, little brother. Fuck your naughty sister in her asshole."

I held her hips, leaned forward with mine, and after brief resistance, her anus opened up and let me in. "Oh, gawd..." she groaned. "You feel so fucking BIG, little brother..."

As always, I stopped and waited for her to get adjusted, only the mushroom head past her sphincter. In the past two years, I'd probably butt-fucked Brandi less than a dozen times; and each time felt like it was the first. She breathed heavily, needing a while to get used to the sensation. But when I felt the tell-tale sensation of her anal muscles relaxing, I slowly glided forward the rest of the way.

"So fucking full!" Brandi groaned.

"So tight," I moaned in response. "I'm in your asshole, big sister. Your little brother is fucking you up the ass."

"Oh, shit," she grunted. "So wrong ... so wrong..." Her blissful moans belied her words. Unlike Dayna or Adrienne, Brandi didn't enjoy anal sex purely on physical pleasure. If she had, she probably would have been doing it with Matt. No, it was the idea that I, her brother, was sodomizing her that got her off. And she moaned rapturously as I pumped slowly back and forth, extracting and reinserting my prick deep into most private cavity.

"You've got such an awesome ass, big sister..." I groaned, knowing the phrases 'big sister' and 'little brother' were part of the appeal.

"And you're the only man who'll ever fuck it, little brother," she moaned in response. "Fuck me ... Fuck my ass ... Violate your sister's asshole, and fill me with your incestuous sperm!"

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted while I really started getting into the thrusting. Her anal passage was still extremely tight, but had loosened up just enough to allow smooth pumping. "So fucking good!"

"Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd..." she chanted back.

I looked down, narrowing my focus until all I could see was Brandi's perfect peach of an ass being split by my cock. And as I sawed in and out of my sister's butt, I felt my ab muscles go slack. "I'm gonna cum, big sister. Your little brother is gonna fill you up with sperm. You're gonna be shitting brother-jizz for days when I'm done creaming you. And the next time you fuck your boyfriend, he's gonna wonder why your asshole is dripping wet!"

"Oh, FUCK!" Brandi grunted beneath me. "Fuck me, little brother! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

"Uggghhh!" I grunted as my white-knuckled hands squeezed her hips hard enough to bruise. My pelvis slammed up tightly against her asscheeks. And I bellowed in exultation, feeling gallons of cum rushing through my cock to blast out of me and into the darkest recesses of my sister's anal cavity.

"Nnnngh!" Brandi grunted when she felt the first jets splashing inside of her. My orgasm was the catalyst for hers, setting her off as she rubbed at her own clit in a fury, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT! CUM IN MY ASS LITTLE BROTHER!!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK???"

The male voice cracked in the air like a gunshot, startling both me and Brandi. Her legs suddenly gave out, causing her body to compress flat onto the bed with only the pillow beneath her chest propping her up. I fell with her, my cock almost painfully trapped inside her bowels when her ass muscles clamped down. And I wound up right on top of my sister's naked body as we turned in absolute panic to the source of the voice.

Matt Kanemura, Brandi's boyfriend, stood in the doorway with an expression of shock, outrage, and pure disgust on his face. "Holy FUCK! Brandi? Your brother? Really?"

"Matt, I can explain," Brandi stammered.

"And holy SHIT! Is he in your ass? He's in your fucking ASS!"

"Matt, please-" Brandi was frantically slapping at my hips, trying to get me off her.

"FUCK!" He turned his head away in dismay. I was flailing around, trying to dislodge myself. But Brandi's ass was somehow still clamped down on my prick, preventing me from easily pulling out. She must have been stiff in terror.

But eventually, I managed to work myself out, just in time for Matt to turn back and see my cock exiting his girlfriend's stretched asshole. A bit of cum even bubbled out in my wake. Matt just groaned with furrowed eyebrows, one hand squeezing his forehead. "I asked you several times, Brandi. But you NEVER let me do that!"

"This has nothing to do with you, Matt. It's-"

"Nothing to do with me? You were my girlfriend! Emphasis on the 'were'. Oh, my GOD! I can't BELIEVE this! You're fucking your own fucking brother!" And Matt turned like a zombie, heading out the door. He looked too much in shock to even be that angry.

"Matt! Wait!" Brandi scrambled off the bed stark naked, darting over to the stairs. I heard their footsteps, but eventually the front door opened and ten seconds later, Brandi ran back into the room. Not looking at me, she hurriedly threw on some pants and a sweater, not bothering with any underwear. And then a moment later she was gone again.

This was NOT good.

I had re-dressed and sat in Brandi's room, prepared to stay there all night if she never came back. It probably wasn't the best idea. If, somehow, Brandi managed to talk Matt into coming back to the house with her, he probably wouldn't be too happy to see me. But fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Brandi, things didn't turn out that way. Twenty minutes later, she returned home alone.

I immediately stood up and opened my arms for a hug when she opened the door. No matter what else happened in our lives, she was my sister and I would support her to the ends of the earth. But she made no move to approach me, coming to a dead stop, her face ashen. She practically sagged against the door knob and looked ready to burst into tears.

"Brandi..." I began softly.

"Go away, Ben," she said curtly, not looking me in the eye.

"Brandi, I'm here for you."

"I don't want to see you right now, Ben."

"I'm your brother."

"Don't remind me! Just go away!"

"Brandi-"

"PLEASE." She cracked then, twin waterfalls streaking down her cheeks as she turned and pushed her forehead into the door. And she sobbed uncontrollably for a good fifteen seconds.

Not sure what to do, but ready to accept her desire to be alone, I stood up and started heading for the door. Even though she wasn't looking back at me, I looked at her, ready to give her my best expression of support, love, and willingness to do whatever I had to do. All she had to do was ask.

She never looked at me. Even when I had to brush by her to get out the door, she turned her head away, grimacing as if her world had come to an end. I knew how she felt. I had the same look on my face when Adrienne first found out about me and Brooke.

And then I was out in the hall. Behind me, Brandi closed the door. She didn't slam it, she merely closed it slowly, as if the deliberate act could somehow erase all the naughty, incestuous acts we'd ever committed. And then all was quiet.

Well, not totally quiet. I could hear her still sobbing, just on the other side of the door, apparently lacking the energy to even move away.

I decided then that I wouldn't wait for her to ask something of me. I wouldn't stop and let the world just keep spinning around me. I wouldn't let life happen TO me. I had to do SOMETHING.

Brandi didn't want to talk to me ... fine.

My cell phone in hand, I quickly thumbed down to Dayna's number. She might not be happy with me for interrupting her night, but as I went down the stairs, I swore to myself I wouldn't stop trying until I'd reached Brandi's best friend in the whole world.

Turned out, I didn't need to work that hard. Dayna picked up on the third ring and immediately asked, "Ben? This is weird. What's up?"

"Matt caught me and Brandi."

"Oh, shit." Dayna inhaled sharply. There was a rustling sound on the line, whether from clothes or bedsheets, I didn't know. It made sense, since she was spending the night with Kevin. "Where is she?"

"In her room."

"I'll be right there. Thanks for calling me."

My big sister, who I loved dearly, wasn't talking to me. We lived in the same house, so it was impossible not to run into each other. But for the past several days she'd refused to look at me or acknowledge my presence. She seemed to blame me for what was happening, and as bad as she felt, I didn't feel like arguing the point. She was miserable, and I DID feel responsible.

Of course, I talked things over with DJ. My girlfriend was moderate on the topic at hand, explaining that both Brandi and I had made decisions that led to the ultimate outcome. But personally, she was very supportive and reassured me that time would heal things and that Brandi would always be my sister. Eventually she would come around.

But I didn't want to just wait. At first, I tried to actively fix things with Brandi. But after getting repeated cold shoulders for two days straight, I accepted that my sister needed space and took to finding my meals elsewhere, spending as much time as possible with my friends at Dawn's and Ryan's apartment. At the time, I'd thought I couldn't feel any worse than I did in the aftermath of that incident.

I was wrong. Not much changed on the Brandi front. But shit started raining on me out of the sky.

It started with Paige Jacobsen. I hadn't seen much of the petite redhead this school year. Even though we'd had something of a bad breakup, there were enough positive signs that I'd believed we could work out a friendship. But once the new year started, she'd found a different group of friends and shown a distinct lack of interest in reconnecting. I still had lingering "big brother-ish" feelings for her, but I'd been too preoccupied with my own dramas, and with DJ, to take any action to get in touch with her.

Then I found out what she was up to, and I wished to hell that I'd made the earlier effort.

Even on a campus of some 35,000 people, you'd be surprised how often you can randomly run into someone. After all, there's only one Main Library, smack in the middle of campus. There's only one Sproul Plaza. And only one BART station. You just meet people.

It was by Sather Gate when Dawn and I bumped into Paige ... and her new boyfriend.

I recognized her right away. After all, the campus only had so many 5'2" dark auburn redheads. And there were even fewer 5'2" dark auburn redheads who might walk outside wearing the sluttiest Catholic schoolgirl outfit imaginable. Such was how Paige was attired this cool late-October morning. The black saddle shoes were normal, but instead of standard white socks, she was wearing white lace stockings that seemed to have come out of the Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. The stockings ended just above her knees, well short of her skirt, and were attached to garter straps than ran up her thighs to disappear beneath the hem of her skirt. The red and green plaid skirt itself wasn't quite long enough to cover her crotch, revealing the bottom of her plain white cotton panties, both front and back, not to mention quite a bit of creamy leg. And speaking of exposed skin, the white dress shirt was tied off below her bra-less breasts, as well as completely unbuttoned, showing off both a flat belly and quite a bit of cleavage. Her nipples were even hard and poking through in the cold air. And twin ponytails with red ribbons topped off the look.

Dawn beat me to the punch. "Paige?"

The redhead pulled her lips off the dirty-looking skater boy's mouth and smiled when she recognized us. "Dawn! Hey!"

She then looked at me and in a somewhat less pleased tone, said, "Oh, hi Ben."

I was too surprised to reply, staring at the dark-haired punk with the big black discs in his earlobes. The damn things looked like backgammon checkers. The guy wore a ratty heavy-metal T-shirt with a gray, long-sleeved thermal undershirt beneath. His jeans were torn and had enough chrome chains attached to the belt loops to tow a tractor-trailer. And then there was the heavy mascara around his eyes, more even than Paige was wearing.

I try not to judge people by their appearances, but this guy just screamed "punkass" to me. And having him physically groping Paige's tits right in front of me did NOT help improve my assessment. "'Sup," he grunted.

"How are you doing?" Dawn asked politely. "We haven't seen you in a long while."

"Oh, I've been busy having lots of sex with my new boyfriend here," Paige said flippantly while patting the guy's play-doh chest. "Jerry, this is my ex-boyfriend, Ben. And this is his 'non-girlfriend', Dawn." Paige cracked up like she'd just told the funniest joke imaginable.

I frowned and looked a little closer at the petite redhead. Beneath the heavy makeup, her eyes were rather unfocused. And when I breathed in, I recognized the faint, but noticeable scent. "Paige..." I began in a warning tone. "Are you high?"

She giggled uproariously. "Totally baked..."

"Paige," I huffed in annoyance, feeling my old protective instincts coming back to me. "Do you really think you should be doing that shit?"

"Who're you, her father?" Jerry the Punkass scoffed.

"Shit makes me feel good," Paige giggled. "Besides, there's nothing about marijuana in the Bible."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't know much about the Bible, but I was pretty sure it was written before teenagers started getting baked. "Paige..."

"What?" She rolled her eyes. "You gonna tell me you never smoked a little pot, Ben?"

I grimaced. "Look, Paige-"

She waved me off and started tugging on her boyfriend's arm. "I'm bored of talking to you, Ben. C'mon, Jerry. Let's go have sex before my buzz wears off. I'll even let you cum in my pussy today."

"Paige..." I groaned and reached out to her, but the girl was already walking away. And just for good measure, she flipped me the bird as she left.

FUCK.

"It's not your fault, Ben."

"If I hadn't broken her heart, she wouldn't BE with him."

Dawn sighed and squeezed my hand. "That part was unavoidable. You tried to tell her you didn't have those feelings for her, but she let herself fall in love with you anyways. A broken heart was inevitable."

"But I made it worse by dating her."

"Adrienne arranged that," Dawn soothed.

"So what? This is all Adrienne's fault?"

Dawn frowned, shaking her head. "It's nobody's fault. Paige is just doing her own thing. You can't control her. You never could. Yeah, you kept her in check a bit, but that girl's been looking for trouble since well before you showed up on the scene."

"No she hasn't."

"Of course she has. Look at how you met. She got smacked on the street because she'd been teasing some scruffy locals at a house party. At every party of ours, she was doing her best to get falling-down drunk, and would have succeeded much more often if you weren't there to stop her. She's a stupid girl and whatever shit happens to Paige happens because of her own stupid decisions!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked startled at the vehemence in Dawn's voice. "You were her friend. How can you say that about her?"

"I can say it because it's the truth," Dawn sighed. "She's a sheltered, naïve little girl who's running wild with no one to restrain her."

"I'm supposed to be the one to restrain her."

"That's not your job, Ben."

"I made it my job. I still care about her."

"Clearly, she doesn't feel the same way. Or did you not notice her doing her best to rub her sex life and drug use right in your face?"

"I've got to do something."

"Like what? Tell her not to have sex with her boyfriend? Tell her not to smoke weed?"

"Yes!"

"And you think she'll listen?"

"Yes!"

"Why? You already told her you don't love her. It looks like she's moved on from you. She's not your problem anymore."

"How can you be so cold?"

"Because she's a fucking BITCH!" Dawn barked, and then immediately stopped walking.

I'd stopped walking, too. And I turned to take Dawn's other hand into mine. "Whoa, whoa. Dawn, you okay?"

She looked away from me, grinding her teeth and working to calm herself. I'd been so caught up in my own shock over the encounter with Paige and Jerry the Punk, that I hadn't noticed how Dawn was reacting to everything. Clearly, she was reacting with some anger. "She doesn't deserve you, Ben."

"What?"

"Look," Dawn turned to me, a soulful intensity in her crystal blue eyes made even brighter by the moisture in them. "I know it's not my place to be jealous. We're not together anymore. But I can still want what's best for you, and that little tramp is NOT worth your time."

"What?" I still wasn't yet following.

Dawn sighed. "I was happy that you found Adrienne. She's got a checkered past, but she's a special, special girl. I know how dearly she loves you and most important to me, she wants what's best for YOU. THAT was a good relationship. If the two of you somehow lasted and got married and all that, I would have been able to accept you being with her. She is good enough for you."

I blinked twice, unable to react to the emotion in Dawn's voice.

"And of course I'm happy for DJ. I love my baby sister and if you and she are meant to be together, then I can be happy for the both of you."

I just blinked again.

"And there are a lot of nice girls around you. Some of them are only in it for the sex, and that's fine. You make them happy, they make you happy, and everybody wins. But Paige always wanted more, and frankly I was never happy about you dating her."

"Huh?"

"That relationship was all one-way, Ben. She leeched off of you at every turn. Even before you two hooked up, she followed you around. You were her world, and even if you didn't love her, you devoted so much of your energy into protecting her and caring about her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve you. And what did she do when it was over? She told you she'd be your friend and then the first chance she got, she ran away to some... punkass ... For fuck's sake, Ben, she was making cracks right AT you about fucking him. It proves that she never really loved you. She never really cared about you, or wanted what's best for YOU the way Adrienne did. She just obsessed about you like a fucking stalker until you finally got rid of her."

"What?"

"She wasn't good enough for you," Dawn stated indignantly. "And I won't let her suck up any more of you than she already has!"

I frowned. "So what? You're the arbiter of who's good enough to be with me?"

"Yes!" Dawn huffed. "You're MY Ben!" And then the tears started rolling down her face.

I rubbed my temples for a moment, wondering how in the world things had gotten to the point where Dawn was crying. I REALLY didn't understand women.

But I understood that my Dawn was upset, and I stepped forward to hug my beautiful, blonde best friend. "Dawn ... Dawn..." I soothed in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry," she replied just as quietly. She picked her head up, looking at me face-to-face from just an inch away. Her eyes were so big, so blue ... so perfect. And in a melodious voice, she said, "I know I don't have any right to be — not anymore — but I'm jealous. Even though you're not my boyfriend, I want to spend so much time with you. You're my best friend. You've always been my best friend. And if some tramp isn't good enough for you, I don't want her taking you away from me."

"Dawn..."

"I love you, Ben. I always have. And I always will." Her voice was rich with emotion.

"I know. I love you, too," I replied in the same tone. And then I bent to kiss her.

It wasn't a kiss of passion. It wasn't a kiss of lust. It was just a kiss of love, the timeless love that had bonded Dawn and me since we were first born. The touch of her lips filled me with a joy I hadn't felt in a long time, and gave me a total sense of completion. And we stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long, long time.

"Ahem," a new voice cut in, and Dawn jerked away from me. We turned to see Ryan standing not five feet away, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Oh, hey babe," Dawn sighed tiredly. She pulled away from me and looked up at her boyfriend with red-rimmed eyes. She reached a hand up to wipe away her own tears and quickly pressed herself against his broad chest, whimpering softly.

Slightly surprised, Ryan just hugged his girlfriend back as if she hadn't just had her lips pressed against someone else.

But even if he was going to give Dawn a chance to explain, the guy wasn't about to give me the same leeway. His eyes hardened and he simply glared at me, as if to telepathically bark, 'What the FUCK were you doing with my girlfriend?'

I simply held my hands up and backed away, my face answering, 'It was nothing. Really, it was nothing.'

Ryan clenched his jaw, clearly not yet buying it. But he didn't make any aggressive moves. Eventually, Dawn pulled her head up and told her boyfriend, "I'm sorry about that, babe. I'll explain on the way home."

Ryan nodded and held Dawn's cheeks. Then the two of them waved goodbye to me and headed off.

I stared at them, wondering what ELSE could go wrong today. And even after all that, I thought about Paige. Whether Dawn thought the girl was worth my concern or not, I swore to myself that I would do something. And then I turned to take a side-street and head back to the house.

Little did I know that the shit storm would continue there as well.

My head was a mess as I made the final turn toward the house. I simply had too many problems going on at the same time to wrap my brain around them all.

I thought about Dawn, hoping that our little moment of weakness hadn't ruined her relationship with Ryan. Yeah, the selfish part of me might hope that she would break up with him and come running back to me; but I was happy with DJ and I very much wanted Dawn to be happy as well.

I thought about Paige, wondering what was going on in her head to have her hook up with such a loser. Was she just being needy and latching onto the first guy who seemed to give her the attention she craved? Was it a rebellious compulsion to date a tattooed, pierced, dreg of the earth after a lifetime of Catholic restraint? Had she become a slave to a drug addiction?

What could I do to help? Should I even bother trying? Or should I simply let a 19-year-old college girl live her own life the way she wanted to? Paige had certainly seemed comfortable with the direction her life was taking. Who was I to say she wasn't allowed?

And I thought about Brandi. It was almost November and she still was avoiding me. Her attempts to reconcile with Matt, her boyfriend of more than two years, had gone nowhere. And while she hadn't said anything to specifically blame me, she clearly associated me with the breakup and as such, could barely stand to see my face.

At least Matt hadn't gone around announcing the incestuous nature of Brandi's and my relationship. He hadn't even announced that he'd caught her cheating, knowing that such a declaration would inevitably lead to widespread speculation on who Brandi was cheating on him with. All he'd said was that Brandi had hurt him deeper than he thought possible, and left it at that. The reasons didn't matter. The end results were that Matt was miserable, Brandi was miserable, and so was I.

This was the problem with bedding girls who had boyfriends. Brandi had once told me that one of these indiscretions would end up biting me in the ass. I just hadn't realized it would be her. And I hadn't realized she would be the one to come out worse for it.

If nothing else, I swore to keep my dick out of Brandi's and Dayna's other friends who had boyfriends, no matter how much a girl like Kerri Trainor wanted me. Such a resolution wouldn't save Brandi, but it just might save me from further anguish.

I was so caught up in my ruminations that I never saw the three guys standing by our mailbox.

I never saw them shrug at each other when I walked past them, lost in my own oblivion.

But I did see them when one of them tapped on my shoulder and caused me to turn around. I saw them just in time to see a meaty fist fly right into my face, cold cocking me so that I ended up flat on my ass on the pavement.

Dazed, my vision swam as I looked around, trying to figure out what bus had just run me over when Henryk "Rick" Rusedski knelt over my supine form. "I owed you that from last year."

I blinked in a daze, my head still spinning. Rick had certainly cleaned my clock, but I had enough mental function left to remember how I'd literally yanked his girlfriend Gwen off the dance floor right in front of his nose and fucked her brains out in my bedroom.

Yeah, he owed me that. In fact, he probably owed me a few more.

But the single punch complete, he reached a hand down to me. Groggily, I picked the middle of the three I could see and reached for it. Our hands clasped and he helped pull me to my feet. The guy even grabbed my shoulders to help steady me when I wobbled a bit, trying to maintain my balance.

"Wow, you really nailed him, Rick," one of the other guys chuckled.

He smirked and then looked back at me, making sure I could stand on my own before releasing me. "I wished I didn't have to do that, Ben. But I had to."

"Okay, okay..." I mumbled, still a bit out of it.

"So no hard feelings?"

Well, I felt like something pretty hard had hit me. But I knew I didn't have a moral leg to stand on and didn't want any further punishment. I mumbled, "Sure."

"Okay then." Rick smiled. But despite his now friendly actions, his face turned back to quite unpleasant. "Look, here's the deal. I'm getting back together with Gwen. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to do everything I can to win her back. And for that to happen, you can't be in the way. Do you understand me?"

My eyes were still swimming, and I apparently didn't answer fast enough for him. Rick grabbed my shoulders and leaned in close enough that I could taste the french fries on his breath. "Do you understand me?"

"Yeah ... I got it," I answered.

He slapped my shoulder, almost hard enough to knock me down again. "Great. You just stay the fuck away from her." And then he turned and walked away, collecting his boys in tow.

What else could happen to me?

One positive side effect of getting knocked half-unconscious by Rick Rusedski was that it got Brandi to talk to me again. I kept the little incident to myself for the rest of the day, only telling DJ my whole story and then swearing my girlfriend to keep it to herself. But when a purple shiner showed up just below my right cheek, my roommates noticed.

The next morning, Adrienne was the first to see it when we bumped into each other in the bathroom. She had a habit of walking in whether I was on the can or not. First, she said that it was nothing she'd hadn't seen before as a girlfriend. Second, she said that as a sister that all family members should be pretty comfortable around each other. I didn't disagree as the stacked blonde still had a habit of fixing her hair while topless, letting me ogle away.

This morning, I was brushing my teeth when the door opened and Adrienne immediately squeaked. I don't know what she was coming into the bathroom for. Whatever it was, she forgot about it as she started fussing over me and grilling me to extract out exactly what had happened.

Brandi was in the kitchen at the time and came over to see what the commotion was about. And when she also saw the purple bruise, her 'big sister' instinct kicked in and she immediately dragged me out to park me on the couch while ordering Adrienne to get the first aid kit.

"Ben. What happened?" Brandi barked.

She'd perfected Mom's don't-fuck-with-me tone. And automatically I found myself shaking my head in a negative to her question before answering, "Rick Rusedski wanted payback for Gwen."

"What?" Adrienne exclaimed as she returned with the first aid kit. "That was months ago!"

I sighed, now that the cat was out of the bag, and explained what Rick had said about wanting Gwen back and everything. I also explained how it all wasn't a big deal and that Rick had even picked me up and dusted me off once he got in his one revenge punch.

I'd nailed his girlfriend. He clocked me. All wasn't square, but at least the act declared a truce. The Bro Code had been honored.

Brandi and Adrienne looked at each other and almost simultaneously muttered in disgust, "Men..."

Then Brandi started putting some cream onto my bruise, causing me to wince at the minor contact pain. She shook her head in resignation and sighed, "I wonder if Matt will show up one day to punch your lights out."

I grimaced even further, my eyes apologizing to Brandi once again. At that point, she put the cream down, looked at Adrienne, and then came back to me with a sigh. "I don't blame you, Ben. It's my fault more than yours anyways."

"No, it's not," I replied quickly. "It's all my fault. You had a perfectly good relationship with a guy you cared about. I was feeling horny without DJ here and it's my fault we were fucking that night."

Brandi shook her head. "We were fucking because I wanted to fuck. We were fucking because I WANTED you. I was already fantasizing about having you up my ass even before Matt left for the night, and then I planned everything down to the details of getting myself extra-clean back there and making sure the lube was easily accessible."

My sister and I looked at each other for a few moments, our faces tight as we stared right at each other. But a second later, I could feel the tension between us melting away, and I canted my head to the side. "Really? You don't blame me?"

Brandi blinked rapidly and sighed. "No, of course not. I'm the big sister here. I'm supposed to be the responsible one. And we would not have been doing it if I hadn't chosen to do so."

I fought not to cry at the sudden upwelling of emotion. It had really hurt, having that rift between us for the past couple of weeks. I'd willed myself not to notice it, but I now felt all the pain that had been building inside me. Choking back tears, I managed to gurgle, "I thought you hated me. I thought we could never be the same again."

Brandi touched my cheek tenderly. "I could never hate you; you're my little brother. We'll always love each other, no matter what. I just..." she trailed off and took a deep breath. "I just needed to come to terms with what happened. I asked myself what I would have done differently, had I known what was coming. And the fact is: the only thing I've got is that I would have made damn sure the front door was locked."

Adrienne giggled at that, reminding us that she was there.

We both turned to smile at her and then Brandi's looked into my eyes once again. "I love you, Ben. And I made a conscious decision a long time ago that our relationship would be more than platonic. I don't think it's evil. Yeah, I think it's a little naughty and I love throwing around the term 'wrong'; but I don't really think what we do is wrong, and I won't apologize for the nature of our relationship. It makes us both happy, and we're both old enough to understand what we're getting ourselves into."

"Even that this kind of result was possible?" I ventured.

Brandi sighed, thinking of Matt. "Yeah. I always knew this could happen. I hoped it wouldn't, the way someone driving fast on the freeway knows there's a chance of getting into a wreck but hopes they won't. What we do is a little dangerous, Ben. That's part of the thrill."

"And you still want to keep doing it?"

Brandi smiled and squeezed my hand. "Actually, I want to do it right now."

My eyebrows popped up and Brandi grinned, standing up and tugging me off the couch. After everything that had happened, I was half in disbelief as my older sister, who had just lost her boyfriend over her desire to sleep with me, wanted to commit incest again. But I still let her lead me away from the couch and over to the stairs.

Halfway across the living room, Brandi stopped and turned to Adrienne, who was still standing next to the couch. "A.D., can you make sure the front door is locked for us?"

Adrienne laughed and nodded, turning to head for the door.

"And then, I'd love it if you came and joined us," Brandi added.

Adrienne's eyes popped open, a little smile crawling across her face. "Are you sure? This seems like it should be a moment for just the two of you."

Brandi shrugged. "The world says I shouldn't have sex with my brother. The world says I shouldn't have sex with another girl. I say FUCK the world." And then my sister giggled and practically dragged me up the stairs.

I've never been able to put a descriptor to the sensation of kissing my biological sisters. Adrienne's kisses can create a slow-burn fire inside me or set off a nuclear explosion. Dawn lights me up with a volcanic fury. And DJ is even more intense, what I've been calling supervolcanic.

Brandi, Brooke, and even the twins just feel ... sweeter. There's an undercurrent of affectionate love in our kisses, and less passionate lust. With them, kissing is simply an extension of our familial love, without any romance or hope or expectation of the future.

So in that sense, kissing Brandi didn't make me feel like we were going to fall in love or anything. Kissing her just felt good...

... AND sweet. She DID still taste like strawberries.

I'm not sure how long Brandi and I stood in the middle of her bedroom, just holding each other and kissing softly. There was no sense of urgency, no desperate need to get to the fucking. If we never did anything more than stand there and kiss, it would be okay. We were just expressing how much we cared about each other.

But then we noticed that Adrienne had arrived after making sure the front door was locked. The bedroom door was locked as well. And once we felt safely cocooned in our own little world, the lust started to creep into our kisses. I pushed my face forward with a little more pressure, getting the same back from Brandi. Her lips parted and accepted the entrance of my tongue, letting me swirl around to tickle her taste buds while she moaned in pleasure.

Brandi was the first to reach out to our adopted sister. A moment later, Adrienne's face moved alongside ours, her tongue extending forward between our lips and then suddenly, I was a part of my very first three-way kiss.

It was kind of a surprise to me, given that I'd had multiple girls on so many other different occasions, that this was really my first three-way kiss. But those threesomes and moresomes were usually about sex. Any physical contortions were arranged so that my dick and tongue, or one of the girls' pussies and tongue, could get used at the same time. This encounter wasn't about sex ... not yet, at least. This kiss was about the three of us bonding together as a family, albeit a family with rather unusual benefits.

The touch of both Adrienne's and Brandi's tongues at the same time excited me. And for a few seconds, we reveled in the mashing of mouths as we all came together. But a three-way kiss just isn't very practical, and I soon found myself twisting my head left and right to kiss each girl in turn to avoid the crushed nose and awkwardness of trying to kiss them at the same time. I even paused to breathe and watch the two of them making out, lips smacking wetly and erotically.

Eventually, Adrienne pulled away to let Brandi and I resume. I think we all sensed that while Brandi and I were quite happy with Adrienne's presence and truly wanted her with us, the moment WAS about Brandi and me reconnecting after the Matt-incident. But Adrienne was not idle. While I locked lips with my older sister, the gorgeous blonde moved behind me to begin removing my clothing.

My memory drifted back to just a few months ago when another beautiful blonde had undressed me so that I might make love to my precious sister. Then, it was my sweet girlfriend DJ stripping me for Brooke. And while Adrienne was no longer my girlfriend, I chuckled to myself at just how lucky I was to have these amazing girls around me.

Adrienne didn't stop when I was fully naked. She paused to kiss my asscheeks, planting wet raspberries on each of them and then giggling musically. Then she stood up and circled around to undress Brandi for me.

I cracked up when I heard Adrienne blowing raspberries on Brandi's butt, too.

And so Brandi and I were naked and ready to take this physical encounter to the next level. Brandi seemed ready to mount me, and the copious fluids leaking against my thigh confirmed it. But I didn't consider us done just yet. I turned my sister around and led her to continue kissing Adrienne, tilting her head up to the slightly taller blonde. And once the gorgeous girls were engaged, I moved behind Adrienne and began to strip her as well.

And yeah, I blew raspberries on Adrienne's ass as well.

After the long buildup of making out and caressing each other's bodies, we were all naked and primed to go. I could feel the fine sheens of sweat on both girls' bodies, as well as the heat radiating off their skin. The room already smelled of feminine arousal, their pheromones filling the small, enclosed space. And the sounds of soft panting and lip-smacking echoed all around us.

I slid up behind my Brandi, pushing my chest against her naked back and rubbing my erection against her perky buttcheeks. For a second, I just watched the two of them moaning, rubbing noses, and lightly brushing their lips against each other. They weren't even kissing now so much as grinding their chests and faces together with their eyes closed, both of them clearly in heat. After a few moments, I tilted my face down to nibble at Brandi's neck and shoulders, causing her to loll her head back and moan rapturously. I then reached down and raised her right leg, manually wrapping it around Adrienne's hip. And a moment later I felt Adrienne herself grab beneath Brandi's knee, the gorgeous blonde sensing my intentions perfectly.

Even though Adrienne had figured it out, Brandi was still surprised when she felt my cock pushing into her from below. With her right leg elevated and supported by Adrienne, her pussy was spread wide for me as I stood up and quite literally lifted Brandi off her feet, suspending my sister in the air supported mostly by my cock buried all the way into her pussy. And the beautiful brunette tilted her head back and groaned at the suddenly full sensation. "Oh, fuck..." Brandi grunted.

Adrienne took the opportunity to kiss her wetly, still holding her right leg with one hand and reaching the other into her crotch. My arms were around Brandi's waist, supporting her weight to keep her feet off the floor. And Brandi groaned non-stop as Adrienne's hand went to work against her love button and she felt herself sink another quarter of an inch lower onto my prod.

"Too much, Ben! Too much!" Brandi whimpered, shaking her head as she felt her body stretching against gravity.

I nodded to Adrienne, and the blonde didn't need any verbal communication as she released Brandi's leg and pulled her hand out while I literally backed my way across the room with my sister still impaled on my cock.

Brandi groaned gutturally again as she was skewered even further, her weight almost entirely supported by her cunt wrapped around my dick. But then my calves hit the bed and I sat down quickly, dropping my sister into my lap as I fell flat on my back across the mattress.

"Oh, FUCK!" Brandi screamed and came, the impact causing my cock to momentarily stretch a part of her vagina that had never been stretched before. Somehow, she managed to remain vertical in a reverse cowgirl-position, arching her back and howling at the ceiling while the rush of sensations overwhelmed her.

Here we were again, at the scene of the crime where Matt had caught us red- handed and red-faced. Brandi once again had her little brother's dick embedded inside her, giving her pleasure, giving her an orgasm. And her mind spun in circles while her body quivered in ecstasy.

And the pleasure only escalated. Adrienne quickly moved to kneel at the foot of the bed and parked herself between our spread legs. I'm sure the blonde had an excellent view of my cock embedded in my sister's cunt, and Adrienne also had easy access to dive forward and begin tonguing at our joining.

"Oh, gawd ... Adrienne..." Brandi whimpered, already being pushed to the limits of pleasure overload. "You're so good ... so good..."

And Adrienne wasn't the only one stimulating her. I'd recovered from the momentary shock of falling onto the bed, and with my hands on Brandi's hips, I was using the springiness of the mattress to drive my cock upwards, pushing myself in and out of my sister's sopping wet snatch.

"Fuck me, little brother," Brandi moaned.

"I'm fucking you, big sister," I replied in kind. "I'm fucking you, and you've got another sister eating you out at the same time. Isn't that so naughty? You're sandwiched between two family members, both of them attacking your pretty little cunt simultaneously. Can you feel it? Can you feel my thick cock stretching your tight tunnel? Can you feel Adrienne's tongue lapping at your clit? Can you even feel it when Adrienne's tongue swipes along the underside of her brother's dick, forcing me to shove myself into you a little harder? Can you?"

"Fuuuck, yes!" Brandi crooned. "I can feel it! I can feel it! You're gonna make me cum again! You both are gonna make me cum again!"

And she was going to make ME cum, too. Brandi's pussy was going into uncontrollable spasms, clenching and unclenching rhythmically like the greatest masturbatory device ever. I squeezed my eyes shut and grunted while my hips sped up to the short rows, pistoning up to my redline as I prepared to blow my load.

Brandi got there first. She threw her head back and screamed, "Aaaaahhhh!" Her body shuddered, and then she lost the ability to keep herself upright, toppling backwards and falling almost onto me. I just managed to catch her against my left side, not quite arresting her fall but able to shift her enough so that she landed on the bed beside me. This motion also lifted her crotch up the length of my cock, her tightly-clamped mid-orgasmic pussy lips dragging from the very base of my prick all the way up the shaft in one long pull. And just as she came off me, I felt my ejaculation surge forward.

Once again, Adrienne was there just in time. The stunningly gorgeous blonde dove forward, silky golden blonde locks falling across her face as she inhaled my prick just as I began spitting out great wads of semen. And her hazel eyes burned brightly as her cheeks bulged out to contain the onslaught of cum.

I watched Adrienne sucking me, my own mind spinning by now. And then too exhausted to hold my neck up, I let my head drop against the bed while feeling Adrienne's hands pumping the rest of my jizz out of me.

But Adrienne didn't swallow it. Instead, a few seconds after I finally went limp, she moved above us with still-bulging cheeks, one hand beneath her mouth just in case she lost it.

Brandi's eyes lit up beside me as she realized what was happening. She groaned as she gaped her own mouth open. And then I groaned as I watched the hot blonde part her lips from about a foot above my sister, letting the creamy goo dribble out of her own mouth to splatter down into the pretty brunette's waiting receptacle.

It took longer than I would have expected. Perhaps I just had a bigger load than I thought, and I found myself amazed that Adrienne had managed to hold it all in. But eventually, the stunningly gorgeous blonde managed to let out all of her adoptive brother's cum into her adoptive sister's mouth. And then she followed it up by diving down for another wet, lip-smacking kiss.

For her part, Brandi was buzzing happily at the sensation of her brother's cum in her mouth, by way of Adrienne. I was sure she still wasn't fond of the taste, but the psychological thrill of knowing my jizz went out of my dick into Adrienne's mouth and then finally back to hers almost gave Brandi another orgasm.

And she wanted more...

"I want to watch him fuck you now," Brandi gushed while holding Adrienne's head in her hands. "I want to watch him fuck your brains out, grabbing onto your big tits, riding you hard, and giving you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. And just when he's finally exhausted, I want him to cum deep inside you. And THEN I'll get to have both brother and sister flavors together."