LUKE AND AMY

Luke's feet stood on American soil at O'Hare International Airport after an eight and a half hour non-stop flight from Frankfurt, Germany. After going through customs and gathering his luggage, an hour and a half later, he stepped outside. He took in a deep breath of cool March morning air in Chicago.

"Home," he said out loud to himself with a smile on his face.

Luke didn't care that he was about to fall on his face from exhaustion as he got a cab. He hadn't been home in over three years. He began studying abroad during his sophomore year of college and fell in love with Germany.

He chose to transfer to The University of Hamburg and finish his degree. It wasn't that he didn't like the university he attended originally. His freshman year was excellent. But, once he went to Europe, he didn't want to come back.

Luke directed the driver to his parents' house on the North side of Chicago. As he rode in the car, he realized how thankful he was for where the house was in relation to the airport. The traffic shouldn't be terrible and the sooner her got home, the sooner he would get much needed rest.

He rested his head back, closed his eyes, and scratched through the two day scruff on his face. He kept his mind busy so he wouldn't fall asleep.

If he kept his eyes open, he might have thrown up. He unluckily and got one of the many erratic cab drivers that sped their way down the highways of Chicago, weaving in and out of lanes at random.

His eyes opened again as the cab slowed down, exiting the expressway. He got cash out of his wallet as they entered into the residential area. Luke was ready to get out of that death trap as fast as he could.

He promptly paid the driver and fished his luggage from the trunk. He looked at the house he had grown up in from the sidewalk for a few moments. He took note of the St. Patrick's Day window clings on the bay window and the hedges in front of the windows that were replaced with rosebushes.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the area. All of the houses were densely squished together, fitting as many on each block as possible. His parents had added on a second story when he was a child to make more room for their growing family.

They did a lot of work on the house, which took several years to finally complete. When it was all done, it was officially their dream house.

They took out a wall between the front room and what used to be his parents' bedroom to expand the space. His room was moved upstairs next to his soon to be sister's room. His parents took his. The back bedroom was turned into a formal dining room and the kitchen counters were expanded. The basement was always a recreational area.

He smiled fondly at the memories of his childhood, and how he was able to help his father with some of the demolition work. He probably shouldn't have let him Luke play with a sledgehammer at his young age. However, it was fun.

Luke bounced up the stairs and caught his reflection in the glass door before opening it. He hand brushed his windblown short brown hair. He didn't want his mother to criticize him for un-kept hair so quickly after such a long absence.

He opened the storm door and held it open with his hip as he unlocked the front door.

Luke was welcomed by the familiar smell of his family home. Nothing had changed except for the giant flat screen television. The same light oak wood floors and soft green walls greeted him. The front room and hallway were decorated tastefully with family portraits taken every year of his childhood and adolescence. The more recent ones, he was missing from. Paintings his mother had collected over the years also donned the walls.

The family dog, a loving yellow lab named Penny, nearly pushed him over as he was welcomed home with happy dog kisses all over his face.

"Phil, you're home rather early, did something happen at the office?" his mother's voice rang from her upstairs office.

"No, Mom, nothing happened at office," he said back smiling, placing his luggage against the wall by the door.

Kathryn hurried out of her office and looked down over the railing, at her son. She was pleasantly shocked.

"Luke, that can't really be you, is it?"

He smiled up at his mother. "It's me."

She hurried down the stairs and wrapped her arms tightly around her baby boy. She pulled away and looked him over, grinning wide. Her hands squeezed his arms, making sure that he was real.

"I can't believe you're here," she said with glee. "What are you doing here? How are you? Are you eating enough over there? How was the flight? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

His mother flooded him with questions and Luke just smiled, nodding and trying to speak, but she was incessant.

Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, as always. Loose strands of hair fallen around her face. Her eyes were bright blue, same as his and his sister's. She kept her figure fairly well over the years.

Kathryn held his face in her hands and looked adoringly up at her son as he spoke.

"I'm great, Mom. Everything is great. I had about a month off in-between semesters and had saved up enough money to come home. I wanted to surprise everyone. I hope that's okay."

She kissed both his cheeks repeatedly, not stopping to talk, "Of course it's okay! I'm just shocked. I'm incredibly happy and shocked."

She pulled away and tentatively released him from her motherly embrace.

"You look exhausted," she said genuinely.

Luke chuckled. "I am. I'd love a nap on my favorite sofa."

"You know where that is," she said with a wink. "Do you want some lunch beforehand? Amy will be home from school in a few hours. She is going to flip out. You had better rest up, because she won't let you sleep once she gets home."

"No, I'm good. I ate on the plane. I know you're right about Amy. I better get some shut eye while I still can," he said, and then kissed her cheek. "Don't let her know I'm here, okay?"

Kathryn nodded, unable to stop smiling.

Luke dragged his feet to the burgundy over stuffed leather sofa and collapsed down on it. He pulled a crocheted blanket, made by his mother, over him. He fell asleep almost immediately. Penny curled up next to him with her head on Luke's legs.

He was woken up from his blissful sleep by seventy pounds of dog pouncing off of him to greet his sister at the door. Luke sat up and rubbed his eyes. He remained silent on the sofa, waiting for Amy to notice him.

He heard her familiar voice gabbing on her cell phone as she closed the door behind her.

"No Way! Mister Rhodes told you that you have to re-do all of the flyers and tickets for prom just because of that?" Amy's voice echoed through the house.

She passed right by Luke in the living room. She dropped her backpack on the floor, going through her normal daily routine with Penny as her shadow.

"That's absolutely insane! I'm so sorry," Amy said as she made her way into the kitchen. "I'll go to the printing place with you on Saturday to take care of it."

Luke stayed quiet with a smile painted on his lips, awaiting his sister's realization of his presence.

Amy got herself a Diet Coke from the fridge and went back to the front room, listening to her friend on the phone.

Then, she saw him.

Amy's soda and cell phone drooped to the floor in unison as she screamed, "Luke! Oh my god! What are you doing here?"

Amy's voice wailed as she wasn't able to control her euphoria, jumping up and down in place.

Luke quickly realized his sister was no longer a little girl. The last time he saw her in person, her breasts probably couldn't fill out a B cup bra and her figure was almost straight as a board. She was very thin. Her mouth was filled with harsh metal wires, and her hair was one big frizzled ball cut into a terrible bob.

Now, at eighteen-years-old, she was a goddess. Her curves had filled and her extremely full breasts were barely held in by her clothes. She had put some meat on her body in all of the right places. Her bright smile was straight and radiant. Amy's brown hair was flawless. It was pulled into low loose pigtails behind her ears that ended just above where he assumed her nipples would be.

Pictures did her no justice.

"Hey, Squirt," he said with a grin, very much enjoying her reaction.

Luke rubbed his sleepy eyes again to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him.

Amy picked up her phone and can of pop from the floor with shaky hands. She dropped the phone again before getting it up to her ear.

"Kristy, let me call you back, my brother is home!" She tried to keep some sort of calmness, but it was a useless effort. A girly squeal from her friend was audible from across the room, emanating from the phone. "I know! Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

As she quickly spoke and then fought with the elusive red button, Luke took another eyeful of his little sister.

He had attended the same private school that she did. He couldn't remember any of the girls ever looking that good in the school uniform.

The dark blue sweater vest was stretched over her generous bosom. It took a split second to admire the school crest bouncing as she jumped in place. The white collared button down shirt met with a blue and green striped tie that was tucked into the vest. Her green and blue, plaid, pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees seemed to hug her hips with superiority. Even Christine, the hottest girl from Luke's class, didn't wear the uniform that well.

His eyes trailed from her bare knees, to the white knee highs with tassels on the sides. Then, it was on to the black Mary Janes on her feet.

He felt a stirring in his loins that he knew he shouldn't feel.

As soon as Amy put her phone and beverage on the coffee table, she ran to the sofa and pounced on Luke's lap. She wrapped her arms tight around his torso, squeezing as hard as she could. Luke returned the hug, holding her around her waist as she sat on his lap.

Amy pulled away, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She was so excited the only way to get out the energy was bouncing on his lap. She kept her hands loosely around his neck.

"Luke, I can't believe it! What are you doing here?"

He smiled looking up at her, trying to ignore the fact that she was bouncing on him and his biological reaction. He tried suppressing it as best as he could.

"I had been saving up extra money with every intention of surprising you guys," he said. "It had been far too long since I was home."

"How long are you here?" Amy asked.

Her constricted breasts swayed inches from her brother's face.

"School starts back up April, so you have me for almost an entire month."

"A month!" Amy squealed with jubilation. "A whole month? You're not joking with me, are you?"

Luke admired the freckles on her cheeks, beneath her thick rimmed, rectangular framed glasses as he spoke, "You have me for a whole month," he confirmed.

Amy's bright blue eyes twinkled and her smile got even wider. Her giddy bounces continued and Luke couldn't help but remember the women who loved riding his cock in this position.

"We are going to have the best time. This is the best surprise I've ever gotten!" Amy exclaimed as she hugged him again.

Amy began to calm down, but just a little. She stopped bouncing, but innocently rocked on his lap, unable to contain her joy. Luke's hands held her at her waist, stroking his thumbs on her sweater.

"How long have you been home?" Amy asked. Her hands settled on his shoulders.

"I've been here since about eleven this morning. Mom confirmed I was real," he said cheekily, "then, I took a nap. I woke up right when you got home."

Luke tapped his heels on the floor, bouncing his sister a little as she rocked on his lap. He could feel the warmth of her bare skin against his thighs through his khakis.

Penny brought her favorite ball to the sofa and dropped it, wanting to play fetch badly. She was used to being the center of attention. Both Luke and Amy laughed and traded back and forth shoving it off the sofa as they talked. It was enough for her.

"Did mom tell you?" Amy asked as her fingers played with the collar of his red polo shirt.

"Tell me what?" Luke inquired.

Amy frowned, well, as close as she could get to one in her state. "Mom and Dad turned your room into an office almost two years ago."

"Well, isn't that nice," he faked being utterly pissed.

"I cried when they were taking your room apart. I was so mad. But, Mom really did need it for work."

Luke smiled fondly up at her. "You love me a lot, huh?"

Amy nodded as fast as she could. Her pigtails danced on her shoulders.

"You can bunk with me. You can't sleep on this couch for a month. One night and your back will be killing you and the air mattress would be even worse," she said, and then swatted the ball to the floor for Penny again.

Luke thought for a moment before speaking. His cock was filling up with blood as his sister sat on his lap. He wondered how he would get any sleep with her next to him in a bed.

"I don't want to put you out. Also, wouldn't that be a little weird?"

Amy shook her head again. "I insist. I'm not letting your back suffer from sleeping anywhere else." She finally stopped moving on his lap for a moment. "We would share a bed every time we would go on vacation. Why would it be weird?" she asked with honest innocence.

Luke questioned what she had asked. Maybe she was really that innocent.

"Well, I mean, we are all grown up now. Last time we shared a bed was in Toronto. You were ten and I was fourteen," he said.

"So what?"

"Okay. Okay, if you I insist. You're right. I couldn't sleep here for a month," Luke said, and then smiled. "But, promise me one thing."

He picked up the slobbery ball and tossed it across the living room, entertaining Penny.

"What's that?"

"That you won't roll over on top of me and almost break my nose with your hand in the middle of the night, like you did last time." He started tickling her sides where he knew she was the most sensitive.

Amy squealed, and wiggled in his lap giggling, "Hey! You were snoring really loud and you pushed me so hard off of the bed that I fell on the floor. It woke up Mom and Dad!"

Luke tickled her harder, his fingers flying up and down her curves. "You were so scared," he laughed. Luke grabbed her and pinned her down onto the sofa and continued tickling her. "And, I don't snore. That was you."

Amy laughed hysterically, writhing on the couch. She unknowingly ground her body into her brother as he held her down, mounted between her thighs.

"It wasn't me! It was you!" she squealed, playfully kicking her legs.

"I'm not going to stop tickling you until you admit it wasn't me," he teased her.

Amy could barely breathe she was laughing so hard. Talking was even more difficult, "It wasn't me, it had to be Dad," she gasped.

Luke sat up and Amy's knees closed together and her curled legs on the leather. She blocked any up-skirt view from her brother as she caught her breath.

He realized that he was practically dry humping his sister, and his cock was swollen against his pants. He wondered if she had noticed as he grabbed one of pillows to cover his bulge. His eyes wandered to Amy's heaving chest as he put it over his lap and rested into the nook of the couch where the pillow was.

Penny had finally given up on her joy of fetch and plopped down on the floor against the front of the sofa as the tickling occurred.

Amy was still catching her breath as she lifted her head. "Hey, you never called me as often as you promised."

"I called you all the time!" Luke protested.

Amy sat up, keeping her legs closed and curled to the side, playfully glaring at him.

"You said you'd call at least once a week. Key words, 'at least.' So, technically five times a month is not as often as you promised," she teased him.

"Hey, Squirt, I did my best. I always made sure to call you every October third at the exact time you were born, even though it was two-thirty-one in the morning in Hamburg," he said, and then returned the same playful scowl. "Was that not good enough for you?"

Amy slid off the sofa and her brother watched her skirt flutter down against her legs as she got up, carefully stepping over the dog. She stood in front of Luke and leaned down, kissing his cheek. Her lips sent electricity through his being.

"That was amazing. Thank you for doing that for me." She smiled and straightened back up. "And, thanks for letting me talk your ear off and steal your sleep."

"Anytime." Luke winked.

"I've got to get out of these stupid clothes before doing homework," Amy said, heading to the stairs.

Luke chuckled, "Man, do I know that feeling," though he was sad to see her uniform go.

He watched her bounce up the stairs and her skirt billowing against her ass on the way.

Luke reached down, petting the dog's head, "What's a guy to do, Penny? What's a guy to do?" he asked idly.

Penny looked up at him with a big doggie grin and Luke couldn't help but laugh, "Well, you're no help."

Amy stopped in her mom's office before going to her room. Luke could hear the squeals and playful fight over his mom not telling her that he was home. A Cheshire grin spread across his face.

He sarcastically yelled from the sofa, "By the way, thanks for turning my room into an office. Yeah, I really appreciate that one!"

Amy came out of the room and leaned over the railing so she could see him. "Well, maybe if someone would grace us with their presence more than, oh I don't know, once every three and a half years. You may still have a bedroom."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, out of sight out of mind, right?"

Amy playfully sneered at her brother, scrunching her nose and pursing her lips. He returned the look by sticking out his tongue and making antlers with his hands.

Amy laughed then disappeared into her room. She quickly picked up a few articles of dirty clothes off the floor from her otherwise pristine room. Then, she changed clothes.

While she was gone, Luke realized numerous similarities between his sister and his Swedish lover, Greta. He would make the eight hour trip to Gothenburg at least every other week for the last several months. She wasn't his girlfriend by any means. They just had a lot of fun together. But, she was by far the best and most passionate lover of any of the women he had ever been with.

Greta and Amy's personalities were almost identical. They had the same eyes and hair color. Greta had freckles on her cheeks in the same places. Amy had grown into the same delicious figure she had, though that he had no idea of that until today.

Luke wondered if he had been so fascinated by Greta because she was as close to his sister as he could ever have. He might have been lusting after Amy and never realized it.

His head was swimming with thoughts. "It's not possible," he kept thinking. "Amy is my sister. I can't have feelings for her like that."

His manhood very much disagreed. It was now aching in his pants. Luke kept his eyes on the walkway at the top of the stairs and pulled the pillow off and rubbed his throbbing member through his clothes. His cloudy mind wandered.

The voices in his head fought with each other as he obeyed his male urges for a few moments longer. He wondered how Amy looked naked, if she liked taking it in the ass like Greta did, how she would look at him as he entered her, and how her mouth would feel around his cock.

He yanked his hand away from his hidden erection as if he had touched something hot. He covered it back up with the pillow.

"Stop it, Luke. Fucking stop it. You're making it worse," he said to himself under his breath, and then grabbed his book off the coffee table.

He heard Amy's door open upstairs. His eyes followed the sound and he watched her glide down the steps.Amy had changed into a pair of low cut, hip hugging jeans that allowed a view of her hip bones. Her lower stomach was visible with a minimal amount of flesh showing. She wore a tight, baby pink t-shirt with a stylish slit down her chest. It had an oddly adorable picture of Mickey and Minnie Mouse holding hands with little hearts floating around them against the sexy cut of the shirt.

Her outfit showed that she was still his innocent kid sister but a vixen at the same time.

"Fuck me," Luke mumbled under his breath as she stepped onto the bottom stair.

Amy plopped down at the other end of the sofa and pulled her calculus book from her backpack. She curled one leg under her, resting her bare foot under the other knee. She put the book on the cushion next to her, and then fished out a notebook, calculator, and pencil from her bag. She patted Penny's lower back and smiled before getting to her homework.

Luke attempted to make it look like he was using the pillow to support his elbows while reading. He kept his nose in the novel as his eyes peered over at his sister. Amy was turned to her side, facing him, as she wrote down a problem from the book.

Luke could clearly make out the lace outlines of her bra beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. The color was a shade or two darker, but not so dark her undergarment could be black. The slit down her shirt put her cleavage conspicuously on display.

He wanted to stop looking. He knew eyeing her was making it worse. He squeezed his eyes tight and still saw her in his vision as if his eyes were open.

Amy turned forward again and began working on the equation.

"I haven't been home in over three years and you're doing homework?" Luke teased.

His sister didn't look up from her work, punching numbers into the calculator between scribbles.

"Well, it's not going to do itself and it's due tomorrow." She paused for a moment, thinking about her work before she continued speaking. "So unless you want to do it for me, I have no other choice."

Luke rolled his eyes and put his book down on top of the pillow.

"Amy, you've already gotten your acceptance letters for college, right?"

"Yup," she replied quickly.

"How many did you get into?" he asked rhetorically. He knew the answer because she called him screaming with excitement when each one arrived.

"Four." Her eyes never left her paper except to look at the book or calculator.

Luke sighed. "You do realize that colleges don't care at all about your second semester of your senior year, right?"

"Yup."

"So," he drew out the word, "I think that homework has sort of already done itself, wouldn't you agree?"

Amy didn't answer until she had finished the equation. Then, she put her pencil against the spine of her open math book and turned her torso to her brother. She pushed her glasses up on her nose.

"Luke, I love you and I'm thrilled that you're here, as you clearly know. However, my class rank is ninth. There are people nipping at my heels to put me down to at least eleventh. I'm sitting on the stage at graduation if you're home right now, or not," Amy answered in all seriousness.

Luke tossed his paperback at her playfully. "Amy, you are the epitome of dork."

She threw the heavy tome back at him harder. "Look who's talking, 'The Autobiography of Mark Twain,' really? How many words can they write about one man?"

Luke rubbed his chest where the book hit him. "First off, it's a long flight. Second," he turned to the last page, "560 pages worth."

Amy rolled her eyes and let out a breath that traveled up, causing stray wisps of her hair to fly up from her face.

"And, that's just volume one," Luke snickered.

They both chuckled together for several moments before Amy got back to her homework.

Luke let her work, looking up over his book to steal glances every time she would turn to write down the next equation.

One time, she reached into the neckline of her shirt to scratch an itch on her shoulder. The fabric stretched across her shoulder, pulling it just so he could see the royal blue lace of her bra cup. He closed his lips tight and moaned inside his throat as his cock twitched once again.

Luke forgot where he was on the page again, and realized he had read the same three paragraphs over and over.

He couldn't help himself. A siren was sitting less than four feet away. She was his sister, yes. But the thoughts continued to swim in his mind telling him to imagine her naked and bouncing on his lap like she was earlier. Then, another voice kept reminding him that this was the girl who he watched over and protected. The girl who admired him and he taught how to ride a bike. It was like an angel and a demon were having a war in his head.

Luke broke the silence after a half an hour. "Hey, Squirt."

"Mmhmm?" she answered as she was in the middle of writing.

"Are you and Derek still together?"

Amy shook her head and finished the equation before answering with words. "We broke up about a month ago."

Luke smiled inwardly. A second later, he knew it was awful that he enjoyed the thought of her being unattached.

"Why?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Just curious. You were really into him. You guys were together for over a year, right?"

Amy nodded, "Yeah. But, looking back, maybe I wasn't into him as much as I thought. It was probably just because he was my first and only boyfriend."

"What happened?" Luke asked sincerely.

"I don't know, really. He just started getting really weird. He said he didn't trust me or something like that."

"Why wouldn't he trust you?"

Amy shrugged. "I have no idea. I never cheated or anything, or even thought about it. He just didn't want to be with me anymore, I guess."

Luke didn't understand and he wasn't sure if Amy did either.

"I bet Dad has been beating boys away with a baseball bat since then, huh?"

His sister raised a brow. "What, are you kidding? Me, being chased by boys? No fucking way."

Luke couldn't help but chuckle. He wondered if she really had no idea how hot she was. He figured she had to have some idea, or maybe not. He also wondered what could possibly be wrong with the guys at school. He hoped they saw it too, because at least that wouldn't mean he was crazy. Maybe they figured she was too good for them, which she was.

Amy went back to her calculus homework once again. Luke went back to reading and admiring his sister. Mostly, he admired her.

When Amy was deep in thought, she ran her pencil up and down her lips or in between them. Seeing that image made her brother imagine being so lucky to feel the softness of her lips brushing his cock.

He wondered if she was aware of her sexuality.

"Am I just missing Greta? No, that can't be it," he thought.

He knew, fully aware, that it was Amy that was causing the lust to bubble up inside him, and make his cock pulsate.

Every move she made seemed to be much more sensual to Luke than Amy would ever mean it to be. He tried to blame his lust on the fact that he was sleep deprived after finals, the drive to Frankfurt, and the flight.

Luke's thoughts tried to rationalize what was going on inside him. "Maybe I'm just too fucking horny right now. I knew I should have jerked off before the drive. Yes, but then I would have fallen asleep. Stupid finals and cramming for them and barely sleeping. Why didn't I just say fuck it and take care of it when I could? Maybe I'll jerk off in the shower tonight. Yeah, this will all go away after I shower."

He liked watching her tits stretch her shirt as she took an annoyed breath while working. Or, how she'd shift on her seat when her foot would fall asleep and her breasts almost spilled out of their confinements.

Twinges of guilt pierced his stomach every time he ogled his sister. His genitals had the opposite reaction.

Suddenly, Luke's day dreams were interrupted by the muffled slam of Amy's calculus book.

"It's almost six, Dad will be home soon," she said as she neatly stacked her notebook and calculator on top of her book. She placed the pile on the coffee table. "Someone's got to get dinner ready."

She practically jumped off the sofa and scurried to the bottom of the stairs. Luke watched her bubble butt bounce along the way.

"Hey, Mom," Amy hollered up the staircase. "Are you busy still? Want me to make dinner?"

Her mother's voice bellowed back, "Yes, please. You're the best Amy."

"I know, Mom," she projected her voice up the stairs before returning to Luke.

"After all you've done, school, homework, and now you're making dinner?" Luke asked.

"It's no problem, I like doing it." Amy smiled sweetly. "I was planning to make spaghetti tonight, unless you'd like something special?"

Luke shook his head. "No, that sounds plenty special." He returned the same genuine smile.

His sister went down the short hallway to the kitchen. Penny followed. He got himself up from the sofa, and then adjusted his package to make sure nothing was noticeable. His erection had subsided slightly.

"Need any help?" he asked.

When he arrived in the kitchen, Amy was squatting in front of a cabinet. He caught sight of the blue lace of her thong that matched her bra. The lace had pink ribbons tied up the triangle, like the back of a corset. He licked his lips as she reached in the cabinet for a box of pasta.

She rose back up and turned to him. "No, I'm fine. It's very nice of you to ask though." She smiled.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing," he said. "Let me help, please?"

Amy stretched up on her tip toes and her shirt rode up on her waist. A fresh rush of blood was sent to her brother's member.

As she came back down flat footed, with pasta sauce in her hand, she looked back at him and shook her head. Amy went to the back door and let Penny outside, leaving the door open a crack. Then, she retrieved ground beef and an onion from the fridge.

"Oh! There is something you could help me with," she said as she reached the counter.

"What's up?"

Amy started chopping the onion. "It's not an easy task, but it would be awesome if you choose to accept."

Luke crossed his arms, chuckling. "I already accept. What is it?"

"There's an English paper I need edited. It's on my laptop. Could you go print it off and start editing for me?" She put down the knife and turned to him, batting her long lashes. "You've always been so good at that. Please?"

"Damn," Luke playfully sighed. "I thought it would be something fun. Your tasks suck," he teased her.

She shrugged and went back to chopping. "It's your fault. You accepted before knowing what it was."

"You know I'll do it for you. How many papers does that make that I've edited for you now? Seventy-five?"

Amy laughed. "It's probably higher. But, that's just because you're so good at it."

Luke enjoyed her flattery. "Is there a password on your computer or anything?"

"Nope. It's the only word document on the desktop. It should be easy to find."

Luke left the kitchen and headed for the stairs.

"You're the most awesome brother, ever," she called as he went up the steps.

Luke arrived in his sister's room. Everything was the same except for the posters of bands and movie stars she had a crush on when she was thirteen. They were replaced with her personal art of mostly charcoal drawings. Also, her collection of ribbons and trophies had grown immensely.

The room was warm and girly, with lilac colored walls and white stained wood furniture. Her double bed was neatly made with a fluffy pink and white checkered comforter.

Luke sat down at her desk and flipped up the lid of the laptop. He looked up at the corkboard that was over flowed with pictures. His eyes were drawn to one of Amy and three other friends on the beach at Lake Michigan, all of them smiling brightly. She had on a little hot pink string bikini and was easily the hottest one of the group.

He shook off his thoughts and booted up the computer. His eyes wandered to the novels lined up on her desk, he made an approving nod at her choices of literature.

Something caught his eye.

Inside one of the books in the middle of the row, there was a stressed gap between the pages. He wanted to respect her privacy, assuming they were pictures of Derek she had taken off the corkboard.

Luke couldn't resist. He pulled the book out and opened it up to the break in the pages.

His mouth dropped open.

He carefully pulled the small stack of pictures out from the book to get a better look. Then, he put the novel down.

"No way," he mumbled, examining the first picture.

Amy sat up on her knees in a white satin baby-doll. The spaghetti straps hung off her shoulders and her face was looking down. Her breasts were barely contained by the material and her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.

Amy was biting her lip and demurely looking down at herself. Her fingertips gently pulled the hem up on her thighs. The white satin barely hid her pussy.

Luke's cock returned to a full hard erection as he stared at his sister. The lip bite got him. He wanted to be the reason she did that. His organ ached to be touched, pressing hard against his pants. He flipped to the next picture.

Amy was on her knees again. She wore a sheer pink baby-doll with elaborate lace work across her thighs. Her arms stretched down with her fingers wrapped around the hem of the garment, pushing it down as far as she could.

"Oh, boy," Luke whispered.

Her arms squeezed her tits together and just barely hid her nipples. His sister was arched forward with her eyes on the camera. Her mouth was open just a bit. The look on her face clearly said, "Feed me your cock."

He tried to imagine he was looking at pictures of an erotic model, not Amy. His sister won the fight. These photos were a lot steamier than any he had ever seen. He fought with his morals as his cock throbbed.

"What happened to you?" he said softly.

In the next picture, his sister was reading on her bed. Her hair was pulled into low pigtails and she had her glasses on. A pink and grey crocheted winter hat sat on her head. She propped herself up on her elbows with the book open.

"Oh, shit," Luke muttered. He obeyed his cock's beg to be touched and rubbed himself through his khakis.

The photo was taken slightly to the side from her shoulder, showing every curve of her body. Her feet were up in the air with her toes curled. Pink and grey, argyle knee high socks donned her calves. Her round bum was covered with high cut, shiny, baby pink bikini cut panties with ties on the sides. She was topless, but the angle of the shot and placement of her arms, almost completely covered her breasts.

Luke wanted to crawl inside the picture to see her tits, touch her bare flesh, and feel her panty clad ass.

He continued stroking himself through his clothes as the aroma of spaghetti sauce filtered through the house. He flipped to the next picture. He heard steps going down the stairs. His mother had left her office.

"Fuck me. Amy," he moaned softly.

Amy was sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs spread open and hands behind her. She wore a lavender chemise that propped her breasts up and barely covered her nipples with black lace. Matching lace hemmed the lingerie high on her thighs. She had black stockings and sky high, shiny black stilettos on her feet.

"God damn," he mumbled. Luke slipped his hand inside his pants and found his erection raging hard.

The shadows of the chemise hid her panties from his eyes. Amy presented her young, very full breasts, and it appeared that the lace was about to rip from the tension. Her lips were softly pursed and her eyes seemed glazed with lust. The sensual expression screamed, "Come fuck me."

Luke licked his lips as his engorged organ responded to his touch. He flipped to the final picture.

"Jesus," Luke groaned softly.

Amy was on her knees again, legs spread wide apart. Her body was covered only by a matching sheer black lace demi bra and panties. Her erect nipples and pussy lips were clearly visible through the fabric.

Luke's mouth went dry. He was utterly speechless.

His sister's fingers were inside her panties, obviously rubbing her clit. Her other hand was wrapped up in her hair, tugging her neck back. Her eyes were closed and lips parted in a moan. Her cheeks were flushed slightly pink. One bra strap had fallen from her shoulder.

He wanted to know what she was thinking about. How she fantasized about being fucked in this moment.

He looked at the door, cursing himself for leaving it open a crack. His mother had already gone downstairs. If he closed the door now he worried that it would draw attention.

Luke couldn't restrain himself. He fanned out all five pictures in his hand. Then, he unzipped and pulled out his tool. His erection was rabid. The head flared as he stroked himself. He sealed his lips shut and moaned inside his throat as he masturbated to his baby sister.

His eyes scanned back and forth over every picture as he imagined being inside her, in any position or way possible. He wanted her pouty lips wrapped around his cock. He needed to touch her tits. He craved to be inside her cunt and ass.

Luke grinded his teeth together, wanting so badly to let out a deep moan for his sister.

His father had gotten home but he didn't hear the door. He was lost in a haze of lust. He wanted her on her knees with her pretty eyes looking up at him.

"Luke! Dinner's ready!" Amy called from the base of the stairs.

He was suddenly snapped back into reality. He dropped the pictures on her desk as he gasped, realizing what he was doing. He ripped his hand off his erection.

He cleared his throat. "I'll be down in a second," he yelled back.

Luke hurried to find Amy's English paper on her computer. He hit print the second it loaded up.

His heart pounded as he gathered up the spilled pictures. He frantically tried to remember the order they were in. He didn't want her to notice. Her big brother wouldn't invade her privacy.

"Hurry up slowpoke!" Amy bellowed again.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Luke panicked.

He put the photos back between the pages in the middle of the novel. He was certain she would notice the placement was different.

"I should have looked at the page number. Fucking stupid," he said as he put the novel back in the row.

He tucked his cock back into his pants and carefully zipped up. He wiped the sweat on his brow and went to the office a few steps down the hall.

"Your paper is printing now. I'll be right down," he said.

He was thankful that Amy always wrote epic essays. The printer was still spitting out pages. He walked in circles, getting his blood to flow to other parts of his body. He did not want his parents and sister to see him in this state.

His erection had almost fully subsided when the printer stopped. He stapled the mass of papers together. Then, he headed down the stairs, taking deep breaths on the way.

Luke made his way to the dining room off of the kitchen. Everyone smiled upon seeing him.

"Hey, Dad," Luke said calmly.

Phil rose from his chair and gave his son a strong manly hug, patting his back.

"Missed you," his father said as he broke the embrace.

Luke smiled, taking his old seat between his parents and Amy across from him.

"Missed you too, Dad."

They said grace and began eating. Luke was immediately hounded with questions about school and Europe by his parents. They wanted every detail. He happily obliged.

As they talked and feasted, Luke's eyes continued to go to his sister. He smiled a knowing smile at her across the table.

Amy shifted slightly in her chair, unsure of why he was looking at her this way. She wondered what he had on her. Something changed in his eyes, something that wasn't there before he went upstairs. She knew she shouldn't have let him go up there alone. Of course, he would have snooped around.

The possibilities ran through her mind. She wondered if he had read her old journals or diary from when she was a little girl, which said mean things about him from time to time.

She pondered, "Did he find the erotic story I wrote for Derek about my fantasy of fucking him at the lake? Had he stumbled across the really filthy porn in my browser history? Did he find the letter I never sent to Derek after we broke up? What about my rabbit vibrator?"

His baby sister wouldn't do anything of these things.

She searched his facial expressions and eyes for an answer as he talked about teaching English. She got nothing.

Finally, it hit her. He found the pictures Derek took of her with his new camera he got this past Christmas. All girls have fantasies and masturbated, that wouldn't be a big deal. Not many girls let their boyfriends take erotic photos of them.

She dropped her fork, twirled with spaghetti, before making it to her mouth. It fell to her plate with a clink. Her mouth stayed open for a second.

"You okay, Squirt?" Luke asked, raising a brow.

Amy nodded fast. "Yeah, I, uh, I just remembered, I have a physics project due on Monday that I barely started," she said as calmly as she could as her heart pounded.

"That's not like you, Amy," Kathryn said. "Is everything okay at school?"

Amy looked at her brother's face. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. It was a slight confirmation as to what he now knew about her.

"I know you're busy with prom committee, Amy, but you can't let that affect your classes," Phil added.

Amy's cheeks flushed slightly pink. "Yes, Dad, of course, I won't. I promise."

The conversation turned back to Luke as Amy's mind continued to swim, "What did he think when he saw them? Did he think I was some disgusting slut? Well, I do like sex, but I'm not a slut. Did he like what he saw?"

Amy squirmed in her chair and Luke took notice. He locked eyes with hers as his parents questioned him. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

Amy's clothes seemed to shrink on her body as she got clammy. He enjoyed what he saw. She knew it.

Her nipples swelled and pressed against her shirt. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the heat in her body. She was aroused knowing he was aroused seeing her pictures.

"Why would this make me feel this way?" she kept wondering.

Luke took note of her nipples and the soft squirm she made in her chair. His cock twitched at the sight.

Amy finished her plate and everyone else went for seconds.

"Where do you want to put the air mattress, Luke?" Phil asked.

Luke locked eyes with his sister and grinned before turning back to his father. "Actually, Amy was kind enough and offered for me to bunk with her in her room."

Amy felt like she was on fire. She pondered if everyone knew what was racing through her mind. She kept a blank expression, or at least hoped she did.

"Oh, that's nice of you, Amy," Phil said.

Amy just nodded. She was terrified to speak.

"Just make sure you go to sleep in time for school. I know how you guys can stay up all night talking," Kathryn added.

Amy nodded again, she forced herself to make words. "Yes, Mom, of course, I will."

"It's up in the closet upstairs, isn't it Phil?" her mom asked. "There are plenty of extra sheets and blankets in there too, but you both already know that."

"Yes, it's in the closet. Can you guys get it set up tonight or do you need help?"

"I think we can handle it, can't we, Amy?" Luke said, raising a brow at her.

"Yes," Amy replied meekly.

Conversation went back to how it was, prodding Luke with questions and their parents telling stories of places they had been in Europe.

The longer she was alone with her thoughts the warmer her body grew. She wondered if Luke was getting hard like she was getting wet. She had to know for sure if he saw her photos.

"Excuse me, please," Amy said, getting up from the table and picking up her plate. "I'll be right back. I just have to use the restroom."

Amy dropped her plate on the kitchen counter and hurried upstairs.

She went straight to the books on her desk. She noticed the gap between pages was slightly closer to the front. She pulled out the pictures. The one of her reading was first. Her nightmare was confirmed.

Amy knew the exact order she had them in. She put the book back. She also checked her closet, where a shoe box was filled with even more photos and the negatives. She sighed with relief seeing everything on top of the box was in the same place.

Amy went into her bathroom and peed. She wiped herself several times, trying to get rid of her wetness. It was pointless.

She flushed the toilet, and then washed her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink and her flesh had a trace of sweat.

She put cold water on a washrag. Amy attempted to cool her face. As she blotted her cheeks and forehead, her thoughts flooded back.

"Luke is your big brother. He's your hero. You can't feel this way, Amy. What would people think? This isn't you," she whispered to herself, staring herself in the eyes in the mirror. "Get yourself together, Amy."

She leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. Amy dried her face with a hand towel before heading back downstairs.

As she approached the kitchen her heart started pounding again. She took her seat back at the table.

"Glad to have you back," Luke said with a smile.

"Thanks," Amy replied softly, and then took a sip of cold water. It was heaven to her dry mouth.

Amy's arousal grew the longer she sat at the table. Her big brother was aroused by her and he liked her response to knowing it. They exchanged many knowing smiles and glances as the meal wound down.

The conversation between Luke and his parents extended way past dinner. Amy felt like she was in hell. She was silent, just nodding when she thought it felt right. She wasn't listening to a word.

The further her thoughts went, the harder her nipples got. They started to hurt. The heat between her thighs felt like it was almost burning her.

A deep secret she had suppressed, surfaced in her deliberation. She had fantasized about her brother. She couldn't recall the images in her mind, but she knew it was him. This had happened in the recent past.

She knew it wasn't natural, or at least didn't feel that it should be. She forced herself to forget about it after it happened.

Any time after that, if her brother entered into her fantasies, she made herself stop without release. She had wanted him more than she ever realized.

The after dinner conversation finally concluded. Kathryn began collecting the dishes.

"I'll do it, Mom," Amy said, getting up from her seat. She was desperate for something else to think about, anything else.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you made a delicious dinner tonight," she replied, and then went into the kitchen.

"Thanks," Amy said, wanting to grimace.

Luke, Amy, Phil, and Penny made their way into the front room. Phil relaxed on his recliner and flipped on the television. Penny plopped down in her favorite spot in front of the couch. Luke and Amy sat on opposite ends of the sofa. She resumed her homework and Luke went to edit her paper.

They sat in silence for nearly an hour. Amy worked diligently on her physics homework, though her arousal was still extremely evident to her. She forced herself to concentrate.

Amy sat with her legs slightly curled under her, one leg extended across the cushions. Luke gently massaged her lower calf as he read over her paper, making very few notes with his red pen.

Kathryn had gone to shower and Phil fell asleep in his recliner, snoring softly.

Luke nudged the cuff of his sister's jeans up further on her leg. He rubbed her calf gently. He loved how soft and smooth her skin was.

He remembered that when they were growing up, he and Amy would write on each other when they couldn't talk out loud. They would trade notes back and forth such as, "Aunt Edna smells," "Grandpa just ripped a bad fart," or "If Mom and Dad play this song one more time, I'm jumping from the car. Are you with me?" Luke smiled at those memories.

He leaned over and wrote on Amy's calf, "You're turned on, aren't you?"

Amy grinned feeling him write on her. He removed his hand and she looked down to read it. Her mouth opened slightly. She raised her eyes to his. Amy nodded.

He wrote in another spot, "Do you want me to have sex with you?"

Amy read it and the heat returned to her cheeks. She sealed her lips shut and closed her eyes for a moment. She knew if she said yes there would be no turning back and she didn't want there to be.

She opened her eyes and nodded.

Luke smiled and took a moment to decide what to write next. His pen met her skin again, "Are you a dirty girl?"

Amy read it and nodded firmly.

Luke's member started swelling to erect again. His sister's panties got stained with fresh juices.

Luke wrote, "1-10, how much do you want to suck my cock?"

Amy held both her hands up, spreading out all of her fingers. Her lips curled into a smile.

Her brother wrote, "Deep-throat?"

She nodded firmly with her hands still in the air. Luke's erection throbbed.

Ink met her flesh again, "Can your older brother fuck you hard tonight?"

His sister covered her mouth and she whimpered at the thought of her brother drilling her. She nodded.

Luke learned a lot about how he would be fucking her, but he had one final question.

He wrote on her leg one last time, "Can he also take your ass?"

Amy swallowed hard. She'd never done it before, but was very into the thought. She never felt like she could tell Derek she wanted to try it. She bit her lip for a moment, looking in her brother's eyes.

Amy took the pen from her brother and found an empty space on her calf. She wrote, "I'm a virgin there, but yes."

Luke smiled reading her words. He took the pen and quickly wrote, "That's okay. I'll be gentle... at first."

Amy smiled. She pulled her pant leg back down and put her homework in her book bag.

"Want to go watch a movie?" she asked him casually.

"Sure," Luke replied.

His sister got up from the sofa and nudged her Dad awake. He blinked his tired eyes open.

"We are going to go upstairs and watch a movie, and then go to bed," Amy said softly, and then leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, Daddy."

"Sweet dreams guys," Phil said, and then flipped the channels on the television.

"Night, Dad," Luke said, and then grabbed his luggage that was still by the door.

They both said goodnight to Penny with a pet on her head and ruffling of her ears.

He followed Amy's bouncing ass up the stairs. He helped her pull out the air mattress from the closet and brought it to her room. Amy collected a set of sheets and a blanket.

When she arrived in her room an awkward silence hung in the air. They both knew they wouldn't be using the mattress. But, they had to make it appear as if they were.

Luke unrolled the mattress and Amy dropped the sheets on her bed. Then, she plugged the air pump into the wall and began filling the mattress. The tension was thick in the room.

Amy's heart was pounding and she was curious if her brother's was as well. He was playing it cool in front of her, or at least appeared to be.

"Do you want to pick out a movie?" she asked nervously.

"Sure," Luke replied, and then stepped over to a rack of DVDs. "Want to watch anything in particular?"

His sister tucked the bottom sheet into the last corner of the mattress, and then laid the top sheet over it. She knew if she made it like she would make her own bed, it would be obvious he wasn't sleeping in it.

"No, not really," she said as she tossed the comforter in the middle of the bed.

Luke settled on "Zoolander." He popped it in the DVD player, and then turned on the TV.

Amy stepped around the mattress on the floor and went to her dresser. "I'm, um, going to get ready for bed. I'll be right back."

Luke watched as she pulled something out from a drawer. He hoped it would be something he saw in the pictures. Instead, he saw flimsy, baby pink satin hanging from her hand. Not something to complain about.

Amy disappeared into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Luke had changed into a white t-shirt and light blue boxers and tossed his clothes in her hamper.

Inside the bathroom, Amy washed her face and brushed her hair. Luke waited patiently. He went over to the door and locked it. He brought the remote to the nightstand before pulling the covers back. He slid inside of her sheets. The scent on her pillows was very familiar and comforting, and also arousing as of today.

Luke took note of the mirror on top of her dresser off to the side. He would make sure to look over there later as he was inside of his sister.

Amy changed into a short pink nightie with short slits up both thighs. She put her glasses back on her clean face.

She locked the restroom door that led into her mom's office. She took a look at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath, reminding herself that things would be forever changed after tonight if they went through with this. She was okay with that.

She opened the door to her room and her brother looked over immediately. He adored her nipples pressing hard against the soft pink satin. Her tits looked even larger in person than in the pictures he saw, they strained against the baby-doll in the same fashion.

He gulped, noticing how short it was as she walked around the air mattress. He could see the bottom of her ass cheeks in the mirror. His member twitched again, working its way back to fully hard, it had been on a roller coaster all day. He also liked seeing the dirty writing on her lower leg.

"Hi," Amy said softly as she crawled into bed.

"Hey, Squirt," Luke smiled.

Luke pressed play on the remote and the movie started. Both he and Amy didn't even look to the screen. They laid on their sides facing each other and looking into the other's eyes for several moments before either of them dared to speak.

Luke broke the silence first, "We don't have to do this is you don't want to."

Amy smiled softly. "I do, I'm just nervous. You know, because it's wrong, we shouldn't do it, and all that. You want to too, right?"

Her brother reached over and gently trailed his fingers up and down her bare arm as he spoke, "I do, Amy. I never really thought about it before today, but I do."

Amy nodded and bit her lip. "You know things will never be the same between us if we do this, right?"

"I know," he replied. His fingers trailed up over her shoulder and to her jaw. "Forever it will be different. Can you handle that?" Luke's voice was soft and tender. He could feel his sister's pulse racing under his fingertips.

Her hand lightly trailed over his chest. "Yes," she said firmly. "But we can't do much until they go to bed." She stretched up to look at her alarm clock and Luke's hand fell from her jaw and glided over the side of her breast. She came back down and his hand stayed in the same spot. "They'll probably go to bed in a half hour. Can I cuddle with you till then?"

Luke smiled wide and turned onto his back, opening himself up for his sister. She snuggled into his nook, just like she did when she would go to him after having nightmares.

She rested her head on his shoulder and ran her hand up and down his chest and stomach. He wrapped his arm around her, feeling her hip through the soft satin.

Amy nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling softly.

"You're going to have to be quiet tonight," Luke teased her. "I bet you're really loud, like you were when I was tickling you earlier."

His sister giggled and her hand slipped under his shirt. His abdomen was firm, with lean muscle he had kept since playing baseball in high school.

She moved her fingers up to his chest as she spoke, "Actually, we don't have to be silently quiet. Mom and Dad wear earplugs to sleep because they would always fight over each other's snoring."

Her brother squeezed her hip and chuckled softly, "And you know this how?"

Amy lifted her face so that she could see his and she smiled wide. "Because, Derek used to sneak over in the middle of the night to fuck me. They never knew. You know them, if they knew about it, I would have been dead. Also, they told me they started doing it."

Luke smirked. "You're a naughty little girl."

"I do my best," she said, returning the grin.

Her hand trailed back down his stomach and her fingers teased him along the waistband of his boxers, running back and forth, barely poking inside.

Luke's hand ran up the curve of her side and his fingers brushed against the side of her bosom. "I liked your pictures by the way. A lot."

"I could tell you did," Amy said as her hand slipped further inside his boxers, tickling his flesh through his trimmed pubic hair. "Which one was your favorite?"

Her brother's cock responded to her touch, tenting in his boxers under the blanket. Her fingertips brushed the base of his erection as she massaged his pelvis.

"Favorite? I don't think I can say I have one," Luke said. He wanted her hand to wrap around his hard flesh already, but enjoyed her teases.

"Hmm. Well, which one got you going the most?" Amy asked raising a brow. Her full lips pursed into a beautiful pout. Her fingertip made half circles around the base of his organ.

"I don't know if I have an answer for that either. They were all very erotic," he said in a soft moan. Her gentle touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I'm not going to wrap my hand around your cock," she teased him. "I'm sure there had to be one that made you give in and touch yourself." Her fingertip stroked up and down his shaft.

"Oh god, Amy, you're so naughty. They were all so hot. I wanted to touch myself the whole time, but gave in halfway."

"So, the one of me reading, then?" Amy asked, and then bit her lip.

Her brother nodded, and then licked his lips. "Yes, that one."

Amy's hand left his member for just a moment to pull his boxers down. Her palm promptly returned and wrapped around his aching cock, loosely.

"Tell me why," she purred as she began pulling him lightly.

Luke groaned, grinding his teeth together. He pulled the comforter back. He needed to see his sister's hand on him.

"You're evil, you know that right?" he asked when was finally able to speak.

His sister giggled and nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Her wrist turned side to side and her loose fist worked up and down his thick tool.

She whispered, "I know I am. But, I want to hear what you thought of it. I'm already wet and it's going to make me even slicker if you tell me what you liked."

Luke let out a muffled moan again. His sister's filthy whispers made him ache. She squeezed around the base of his cock, making his bulbous head flare.

"It was innocent and sexy at the same time. It was the only one where you were topless and I wanted so badly to see your gorgeous breasts. It was a delicious tease and you looked so fucking adorable in those socks with your toes curled, and in the hat Mom made for you."

Amy smiled. She brought her hand up to her mouth and spit into it, and then returned it to his rigid organ. She smeared her saliva into his flesh as she stroked him a shade firmer.

"What else?" she whispered.

Amy lifted one leg over his and her thigh settled near his balls. Luke could feel the warmth of her sex through her panties as she rubbed her pussy softly against him.

"I could see every curve of your amazing body. Your lower back and up over your ass. It was incredible. Whoever took the pictures was a skilled photographer to get that shot," he said, and then mashed his teeth together again, stifling a heavy groan.

"Thank you for telling me," his sister muttered.

Her hand gripped him even harder, stroking firmly for a few strokes, and then disappearing. She spit again, before cupping her palm over his cockhead. She made small circles with her hand, squeezing firmly and then loosening.

"Derek took them."

Luke tried desperately to keep the conversation alive. The movements of her hand on his head really got to him. That was Greta's move to get him to cum and his sister matched it perfectly.

He gripped the sheets and her nightie, pulling it up over her ass. His cock oozed precum like it often did after being days since his last release. Amy used it, smearing it on her fingers as she squeezed and released him, over and over again. The motions got faster, and then slowed. The pads of her fingers danced against his sensitive frenulum.

"When did he take them?" he managed to ask, holding back a heavy grunt.

"He got a fancy new camera from his parents for Christmas this past year. He wanted to try it out on me." she said as her hand slid down his shaft.

He let out a heavy breath. "So, you just let him start taking dirty pictures of you?"

"Well, not right away. We took plenty of normal ones before that. But, he asked one day, a couple of weeks later. I just said sure," Amy said.

Her pussy was leaking fluids onto her satin panties. Her toes curled and rubbed against her brother's calf.

"In the last one, when you were touching yourself inside your panties, it looked like you were really into it," Luke said.

"I was," Amy replied, moaning softly at the memories and her present state of arousal. "I was really masturbating."

Her hand released his shaft and moved down to his balls. She squeezed and massaged them gently. Luke covered his mouth and muffled his moan.

"There's a lot more pictures than the ones you saw. When we broke up, I got all of the pictures and negatives from Derek. I also made sure to delete them from his camera. He wasn't very happy about that, but I'm not stupid. I wasn't going to let him keep them."

Luke wiped his sweat stained forehead, thankful that she had moved to his sac. He didn't know how much more stroking and teasing his cock could take.

"Yes, that was definitely a smart move," he said. "Why did you keep those separate?"

His sister's breath was hot on his cheek as she spoke, "Because I like those the best. I didn't want to have to go dig through my closet every time I wanted to look at them."

"So, you look at them? Can I see the other ones?" He asked both questions right after the other.

Amy giggled and nuzzled his cheek again. Her fingers massaged his balls, and then stretched back and lightly teased his taint.

"Yes you can see them. But, not right now." Her lips softly kissed his flushed cheek as she continued speaking, "I like looking at myself like that. It reminds me how sexy I can be. I don't see myself like that normally and it makes me feel good. Sometimes, I masturbate looking at them."

Amy's hand worked its way back to his sac. She rubbed and tugged on his balls.

"You're insanely fucking hot. Fucking sexy, Amy. How do you not see that all the time?" Luke mumbled as his heels dragged into the sheets and his thighs quaked.

"I don't know. I just don't. I mean, I see boys looking at me sometimes, but they look at every girl. I see myself as a nerdy girl who studies way too much. That's all I really see, except for when I am looking at those pictures."

He knew his sister was being honest. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "You need to start seeing yourself that way more often. You're gorgeous."

Amy blushed and coyly shied away into her shoulder. "You're just saying that because you're my brother."

Luke couldn't help but laugh. Here she was in bed with him, pleasing him with her hand, and wearing a flimsy piece of lingerie.

"I'm definitely not just saying that because I'm your brother. If I wasn't your brother I would have grabbed you the second I saw you this afternoon and started fucking the shit out of you."

"I don't think that would have bothered me one bit," she giggled as her hand wrapped around his shaft again.

They both heard the back door open and then close again downstairs, letting Penny back in from last-call. They stared at each other in anticipation and their hearts sped up in unison as they waited to hear the door to their parents' room close.

Finally, it shut.

"Well..." Amy whispered, and then bit her lip, sitting up on her elbow.

"Well, indeed," Luke grinned.

His sister leaned down and kissed his lips. It felt like sparks were flying between their mouths. Instantly, they opened in unison and tasted each other. They melted into each other and moaned softly, back and forth. Amy's hand stroked her brother's shaft faster as their needs grew.

Their tongues massaged the other's and tasted as much of the other's mouth as they could. Luke's hand gripped Amy's side and pulled her tighter against him. They kissed hungrily, saliva smearing on their lips. Smacking their lips against each other's as they feasted on the kiss.

Amy pulled away gasping. She looked down at her brother's lust filled eyes and smiled sweetly. "I would like to suck your cock now if that's okay."

"Please, be my guest," Luke said with a grin.

Amy squealed giddily as she shuffled down her bed on her knees. She pushed the covers completely off his legs and yanked his boxers all the way down. Luke pulled off his shirt at the same time. They tossed both articles of clothing onto the mattress on the floor.

Amy bent over with her knees near her brother's hip. Her mouth immediately found his erection. Her long hair cascaded down, covering her face as Luke felt her soft, hot, wet mouth surround his cockhead. He closed his eyes and let out a mellowed groan as her tongue slivered around his flesh. She moaned back at the taste of his precum on her tongue.

Luke's hand pushed her nightie up on her waist, and then yanked her matching pink satin panties down to her thighs. He had to feel her pussy as fast as he could. She obediently spread her thighs apart as his hand came up. He was greeted with her heat and smooth shaved folds.

Amy whimpered onto his flesh as her tongue massaged him. His finger went straight into her cunt, not wasting any time. Amy pushed back on his hand as her head bobbed on the top half of his dick. He pushed another finger inside of her and she moaned louder, muffled by his cock in her mouth.

She worked her mouth back and forth, trying really hard to concentrate on servicing him as his digits dug inside of her. She tucked her hair behind her ear, so that he could see her mouth on him.

Amy's toes curled as her brother smeared his fingers on her soft, slick walls. He pumped his fingers inside of her and Amy pushed her mouth further down on his shaft, forcing it into her tight throat.

Luke subdued his groan again, he wanted to practically scream out in ecstasy but wasn't sure if his parents had gone to sleep yet. He watched with wide eyes as his sisters mouth got closer and closer to the base of his cock. She teased him, taking another inch and coming back up, and then back down and taking more.

Her fluids leaked out of her and down his hand. Luke looked over in the mirror and smiled. His sister's ass was high in the air and his fingers deep inside of her, her panties around her thighs.

She pulled her mouth up off his dick, sucking as hard as she could on the way. She spit up on him and stroked him hard and fast as she spoke, "You're a bit bigger than Derek was. I hope I can take it all."

"If you can't, it's..." his words were cut off as she shoved her face against his pelvis. He watched as his organ disappeared completely behind his sister's lips.

She looked over at him from the corner of her eye as she mashed her face into him, digging his erection deep into her tight throat.

"Jesus," he moaned.

Amy rocked against his hand, fucking her cunt with his fingers and fucking his cock with her throat. She moaned deeply around his member, sending vibrations into her brother's body.

Luke's free hand held her head, not pushing, but letting her work. He felt her throat clenching his tool as she suctioned him and he throbbed in her mouth.

She pulled back up, gagging and spitting lewdly. She looked over at him, smiling as her spittle strings connected her mouth with his cock.

"I'm sorry, Amy, but I'm not going to last much longer. It's been days since I last came. You're so fucking good and I've been so turned on all day," Luke panicked.

She wiped the saliva off of her lip, and then smeared it on his shaft. "Don't worry, then you can take care of me and you won't have to worry about cumming too soon while we are fucking. I want your load in my mouth."

She grinned, and then swallowed him whole again, straight down her throat. Luke withdrew his fingers from her cunt and gripped her ass hard. He thrusted up into her face, keeping his mouth closed as he roared.

Amy feasted on his cock, sloppily sucking him as he neared his orgasm. Her mouth worked up and down his erection, halfway up and then diving back down.

Luke watched with rapt attention. His prodigious erection, gleaming with saliva, thickened between his sister's soft lips.

Luke's balls lofted into his body and warmth spread throughout his genitals. His hips bucked up into her. He growled in his chest as ribbons of his seed emptied, coating his sister's hungry mouth.

Amy moaned deeply as her mouth filled with volleys of his spunk. She loved tasting cum since the first time she blew Derek. She loved how naughty it felt. She once lived for Derek's cum, but her brother's was even better.

Amy pulled her mouth off of his cock, careful not to spill any of his seed. She moved up a little and turned her torso, facing him. She made sure he was watching her, before she let his load dribble out of her mouth onto his stomach. Luke watched with wide eyes as his seed pooled on his abdomen.

"Time to eat," Amy said smiling, and then dragged her tongue through the puddle of cum.

"Fuck, that's hot," Luke mumbled.

Amy took her time, lapping up his seed. She kissed his flesh and sucked on it, making sure to not miss a drop. She licked the area over and over again, cleaning him thoroughly.

She crawled up back to her brother and kissed his lips softly as she spoke, "I'll give you what Derek called a 'porn star blow job' next time. I promise."

Luke returned her sweet pecks, tasting himself on her lips. "I can't fucking wait." He grabbed her arms and pushed her down on the bed. "Now it's your turn, Squirt."

Her bother mounted her between her thighs on his knees. His hands slid up under the nightie, pushing it off. Amy helped once he reached her breasts and finished pulling it off. He yanked her panties down as fast as he could, almost ripping them, and Amy kicked them off.

His hands groped her lush tits, over flowing with flesh. He wished that he had at least two more hands to touch them with. He felt her erect nipples under his palms and her soft skin as he kneaded her bosom.

"You literally have the most perfect set of tits that I have ever seen," he said as he looked at his hands on her.

Amy smiled wide, "Why, thank you. I am quite fond of them myself."

"You should be," he said and then buried his face in her delectable breasts.

He kissed them all over. His tongue dragged around her pink nipples and his teeth nibbled between the mounds of flesh.

She whimpered as he pinched and lightly tugged on both of her nipples. She loved how his scruffy face felt on her flesh. Her hips rocked, her pussy begged to he touched again.

"I could live here," Luke mumbled as he devoured her breasts. His hands greedily groped her, digging his fingertips into her.

"I wouldn't mind that, though it would be kind of strange to have your head under my sweater all day at school," she giggled.

Luke took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it. His teeth bit her lightly and his tongue flicked it as he tugged. He mimicked the sensations on her other nipple with his fingers.

Amy's head dropped back and she purred. She slid her hand down to her pussy, wanting to see if she was as wet as she felt like she was. Her heat radiated from her. Her fingers dipped inside of her slit and found her silken juices. She couldn't remember ever being this soaked.

She dragged her fingers up over her clit and massaged her engorged nub in small circles and her brother fed himself on her tits.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she pleasured herself. Luke switched to the other nipple.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned softly. "My nipples are so sensitive. I can almost get off if you just do that the whole time."

"You're a dirty little girl," he said into her flesh. He took one hand off her tits and crammed his fingers back into her tunnel. "I bet you'll cum harder if I do this, though."

Amy arched her neck back and rubbed her head into the pillows. Her fingers worked her clit faster and harder, furiously rubbing herself in circles and back and forth. Luke's cock was regaining strength as the room filled with the aroma of his sister's cunt.

He pounded his fingers into her, digging in as hard as he could. She was boiling around his fingers. He thought he might be hurting her, but she just moaned deeper, begging him for more without words.

He continued his feast of her breasts, dragging his tongue over the mounds on her chest. He bit her nipples and sucked hard on them, pulling his head back slightly, and then back to the other one.

"Oh god, fuck, Luke. Fuck," Amy wheezed.

Her walls were pulsing on his fingers as her legs started trembling violently. Luke found her spongy g-spot and he pushed hard against it, massaging her deep inside.

"You're going to make your baby sister cum," she groaned. She wanted to scream, but knew she couldn't.

"That's right, Amy, cum for your big brother. Fucking cum for me, you dirty girl," Luke snarled.

Amy's toes curled tight and her body started shaking. Her tits wobbled against her brother's mouth. She covered her mouth with her hand and cried out in pleasure into it.

He watched as his sister's nostrils flared with her heavy breaths and her eyes glazed over before closing. Her nose scrunched up as her body shivered. Her juices started squirting out. He pulled out his fingers and was flooded a hot gush of her fluids onto his thighs.

"Holy shit," Luke gasped. "There's a new meaning to the nickname I've called you all your life."

It took Amy a moment to catch her breath as she giggled. All she could say was, "Uh huh."

Luke smiled, admiring her crimson cheeks and the sex flush on her chest. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and tasted his baby sister.

She watched him suck his fingers dry before diving down to her pussy and lapping at her sensitive genitalia.

"That was actually the first thought that came to my mind when Derek made me squirt the first time," Amy said when she could finally make words again as she continued to quiver.

Luke kissed his way up her stomach and over breasts, taking his time to get to her lips. He stroked himself as he made his way up her body, his erection quickly returned to full strength.

He kissed along her jaw and then finally her lips. "You're on birth control, right?" he asked between kisses.

"Yes," Amy replied, opening her legs wider, feeling his cock tease her slit. "You're clean, right?"

"Yes, I promise. I got tested just a few weeks ago. I wouldn't lie to you," Luke said.

Amy licked his lips and then smiled. "I know you wouldn't. I just had to make sure."

Luke pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her steamy cunt. His cock ached, feeling her heat and juices so close to his incestuous tool. He pulled his mouth away from her lips, so he could look down into his sister's eyes.

"You ready, Amy?"

"Yes. I need you inside me, Luke," she whispered in a begging moan. She pulled her legs back and spread herself open.

He watched her face as he slowly entered her. Her eyes locked with his. Her mouth dropped open just slightly as he slid into her constricted tunnel. She was so tight and he had to push hard to fit his thick meat inside of her.

"Fuck, you're insanely tight," Luke whispered.

"I know. I always get that way after squirting. Just shove yourself in, and it'll open up. It won't hurt me," she whispered back.

Luke thrusted hard, he crammed his cock inside of her cunt with the aid of her leaking fluids. She whimpered as her walls were forced open. Her brother filled her completely.

Her hole squeezed him as he grinded his cockhead against her cervix. Amy gripped her fingers into the back of her thighs and her eyes went wide.

"Oh my god, Derek never got that deep inside of me," she squealed as he dug inside of her. She felt it in the pit of her stomach.

Luke's balls rubbed against her ass cheeks as he held himself deep inside of her, surrounded by her warmth. Her cunt felt like heaven, better than any woman he had ever fucked.

"He wasn't small was he?" he asked as Amy rocked her hips into his.

"No, just a bit smaller than you," Amy moaned.

Luke pulled out almost all of the way, and then slowly entered her again. He relished in the sensations of what felt like his sister's inner flesh sucking him.

"Then, he didn't know how to fuck you properly," he said as his hand rubbed her calf. He smeared the red ink on her hot flesh.

His sister moaned a mumbled response that sounded something like, "No, he didn't."

Luke took his time, making love to his sister, feeling every centimeter of her insides. Her juices leaked out onto his balls. She let go of her thighs and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of her with each thrust. Her hips lifted off the mattress meeting his gentle pace.

They kept their eye contact, sealing their connection. They could feel each other's breath on their mouths. Amy moaned when he filled her deep and whimpered in almost a pout when he withdrew himself.

Luke had steadied himself with one arm curled around her head and the other groping her breast. Her nipples grazed him through his chest hair.

"Harder, please, Luke. Fuck me harder," she begged.

He slowly picked up his speed, working her up over time. Amy used her legs around him as leverage, driving his cock into her body. She squeezed her walls tighter around his dick, causing her toes to curl.

"Please, I'm begging you. Please, Luke, fucking give it to me," Amy pleaded. "Give it to your slutty little sister."

He obeyed her wish and started pounding into his sister. She let out an unrestrained groan of satisfaction. She moved her hands up to the railing of her head board and gripped it tight to keep it from hitting the wall. His breath was heavy against her face as his cock drove inside her, almost tearing her open.

"Fuck, yes, thank you," she screamed into her shoulder.

"You dirty, dirty girl," Luke grunted. "We may find that you're dirtier than all those European girls who ached for my cock."

Luke turned his face away from her and watched himself fucking his baby sister in the mirror. He turned her face with his hand and made her watch too.

"Oh my goodness, that's fucking hot," she whimpered. She saw her breasts bouncing with each thrust against him and the muscles in his back and ass tensing and releasing.

"Fuck yes, it is," Luke groaned back.

He fucked her with all his might, putting his weight behind his heavy thrusts. His hips slammed into hers and Amy held tighter onto the headboard with her eyes glued to the mirror. She watched herself taking the hardest fuck her life from her big brother. Luke leaned down, kissing her sweaty cheek.

She kept staring at the image in the mirror, amazed by what she was seeing and that she had never thought of this before.She heard his moans and heavy breath directly in her ear. It sent tremor through her being all the way to her toes. The sounds of hard fucking filled her room and the distinct scent of sex was thick in the air.

Luke felt himself nearing another orgasm and he didn't want to release just yet. He quickly pulled out.

"Ride me, Amy," he said as he collapsed onto the bed, gasping. "Sit on my lap like you were today."

His cock pointed straight up to the ceiling coated with her fluids. Amy quickly got up and climbed on top of him. She settled with her knees next his waist and her hands held onto the head board. She looked down at her brother, her hair sticking to her face, as she lowered herself down onto his rod.

They moaned in unison as they were connected again. Amy filled herself completely and rocked on his cock, holding it as deep as she could inside of her. He barely came out, buried balls deep inside his sister. He reached up and groped her perfect large breasts that dangled in front of his face.

"Tell me about them," she said with heavy breath. She pushed her glasses back up onher nose, that had slipped from sweat.

"Tell you about who?"

"The European girls who ached for your cock, tell me a story about something one of them did," Amy said as she started bouncing lightly.

Luke groaned, watching his sister's form riding him. He took a minute to get his thoughts in line before speaking. "There is this one Swedish woman named, Greta. She's from Gothenburg."

"What does she look like?" Amy asked quickly.

"She looks a lot like you actually, a lot like you," Luke replied, digging his fingers into her tit flesh. "You and she could almost pass for twins."

Amy rolled her hips hard into him, digging his cock inside of her. "Did you ever think about me while you were fucking her?"

Luke shook his head as he pinched her nipples. "No, I don't think so at least. I never really thought about the similarities until I saw you today. But maybe that's why I liked her so much. I don't know."

"Okay. Continue with the story," Amy said as her hips danced on her brother's pelvis, rubbing his cock into her soft, slick walls.

"We have been fucking for several months now," he said as Amy's juices leaked down his balls, soaking his pubic hair, and trickling onto the sheets beneath him. "We went to a music festival in The Alps."

He stopped to groan as Amy rode him furiously for several moments before slowing back down again. She caught her breath and smiled, resuming to medium, strong thrusts.

"It was a beautiful, cool day. There were thousands of people and music constantly played from the stages. She took me over to a secluded area. Well, it wasn't really that secluded," he continued, meeting Amy's thrusts, pushing up into her as she came down on him.

"So people were watching?" Amy asked. She would love having Derek tell her stories while they were fucking, though his were all fantasies they shared.

"There were a few around, but it's not like over here, people don't gawk if you're doing something in public. Or, at least they are better at hiding it."

"That's hot. I've always fantasized about someone watching me get fucked."

Luke grinned and twisted her nipples, causing her to squeal with delight. "We sat down on the ground and she got on her knees between my legs. She just pulled my cock out of my pants and started sucking me right there."

Amy moaned, listening intently as their bodies rocked together.

"At first I was afraid that someone would get us in trouble, but I stopped caring pretty fast after her mouth started working me over. She got me almost to orgasm, but then stopped."

"Uh-huh," his sister whimpered, grinding his cock against her cervix.

"I was so pissed for a second. She was amazing at giving head. I can't wait to have one of your 'porn star blow jobs' so I can compare."

"Oh you'll get one," Amy said with a grin and a moan.

"She let me calm down for a minute, kissing me and teasing me. She had a skirt on and pulled her panties to the side and just climbed right up into my lap."

"Oh, I like that," she whimpered, bouncing fervently now. Her tits jiggled in her brothers hands.

"She rode me like you are now. Her head was back and she was practically screaming as she pleasured herself with my cock. I don't know how many people could have heard her. It was loud with all the music but we didn't care. We were in our own lust filled cloud."

"Yes..." Amy slowed back down, squeezing his cock with her walls. She felt him throb like he was about to cum. She settled with his cock inside of her, rocking softly again.

"I was so turned on, doing this in such a public place. I had never fucked anyone anywhere that I could be watched. Greta had before, but she was getting off by sharing the experience with me. When I came, I came so hard."

"She had your cum in her the rest of the day?" Amy let go of the headboard with one hand and reached behind her, squeezing his balls.

"Yes, she would tell me that her panties were soaked, or if it was running down her thighs. I got hard again every time she said something like that in front of so many people. A few times she dipped her fingers inside of her and tasted me."

"Oh god, that's amazing. I want to do that. I want to have cum inside me while I'm out somewhere."

Luke grinned, "We have a whole month."

"Yes we do!" Amy squealed.

She leaned down and kissed his lips. Her hand came away from his balls. Luke wrapped one arm around her hips and pulled her down on him harder. Amy's body responded and gave him what he wanted.

"I don't ever want to stop fucking you," Luke moaned into her mouth.

"You don't have to," Amy moaned back.

She kissed along his jaw and up to his ear as she rode him vigor. She licked and nibbled his ear as she panted.

"I wish I could fuck you bent over the dining room table," Luke groaned into her ear.

Upon hearing his words, Amy popped her head back up. It took her a split second to come up with a solution to his wish. "Mom goes in to the office on Fridays. I'll skip school tomorrow and we can fuck all over the house."

"You, skip school? To fuck? What's happened to my dorky little sister?" he teased her, and then smacked her ass.

Amy squealed. "Fuck it, I've never skipped school. I can do it once." She smiled wide. "I want to fuck you everywhere."

She lifted her torso back up and slammed herself down onto him as she spoke, "I want you to fuck me in the kitchen and on the sofa."

Luke spanked his sister again and her cunt gripped his cock. "I want you in the shower and on Mom and Dad's bed."

"Fuck yes, and you can take my anal virginity on their bed," she said in a deep moan. "I want you to eat my pussy when I'm sitting on the kitchen counter."

Luke continued slapping her ass. She bounced more urgently on him. Her tits swayed wildly on her chest. Her slick cunt made sloppy sounds as she pistoned herself on her brother's rod.

"I want to fuck you in Dad's recliner and on the rug in the front room," he grunted. "I want to take you, bent over the pool table in the basement."

"Yes. And in Dad's Corvette in the garage and over the hood," she nearly screamed as she drilled her brother's fuckstick inside of her. "I want you to have me on the bathroom counters."

"I want to do it in my old room. I want you to ride me in Mom's desk chair and I want to pound you on her desk," he groaned, digging his nails into her ass.

"I want to fuck you at school," Amy gasped.

Hearing her words made Luke's cock swell larger. He held his sister down on him and buried himself inside.

"Where would we do that?" he asked, denying himself an orgasm again.

Amy stayed almost perfectly still, letting him calm down as her cunt grasped on his organ.

"You know the offices up in the balcony of the auditorium?" she asked, catching her breath for a moment. She pushed the strands of her mane stuck to her skin off of her face.

"Yes. I remember those." Luke started pulling her up again, letting her know it was safe.

"They use them for storage. No one ever goes up there. Like ever," she said in a moan as she picked up speed and force like she hadn't stopped. "Derek and I used to go up there all the time during lunch."

"That's genius! I can't believe I never thought of that."

Amy bit her lip and grinned. "It was my idea. I think your old uniform is still around here somewhere. You'll have to blend in."

"Of course. I hope no one recognizes me. That could be really bad."

Amy let out a deep guttural groan before speaking. "I'll sneak you in, there's a door that only opens from the inside right by the auditorium."

Luke smiled up at her. Her body slammed into him forcefully. Her tits bounced in his face. His little sister had become such a naughty little thing and he adored it.

"Next week, we will plan it all out," Amy said, nudging her glasses back up again.

"I can't fucking wait," Luke said, and then devoured her jiggling breasts, tasting her salty sheen.

They grinded their bodies into each other roughly, pure animalistic lust had completely taken them over. They traded heavy grunts and moans back and forth as their genitals pounded into each other. Luke's pubic hair was soaked with his sister's leaking nectar.

"Luke, I want your cum inside of my cunt. I need it inside me," Amy begged. "I need it now. I can't wait any longer."

Luke groaned with his face hidden between her creamy tits.

"Suck my nipples, please. I want to cum with my big brother," Amy moaned.

Luke latched his mouth onto her right nipple, sucking it hungrily. His fingers pinched and tugged the other.

Amy looked over into the mirror, seeing herself riding her brother and how sexy she looked. Her hair danced against her back and her ass jiggled just as it slammed down on his pelvis. Her brother's mouth was attached to her tit and his hands grabbing her body. It was too much for her.

Her eyes closed and she bit down hard on her lip, almost making it bleed. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself from screaming as every fiber in her being turned over to ultimate pleasure once more. She shuddered and writhed, quivering and quaking. The only thing she could focus on was the sensations in her genitals as her body melted into climax.

Luke held her tight, fighting to keep himself buried inside of her as she squirted on his cock. Her juices spurted out around him and soaked into the sheets. Her walls pulsed on him, desperate to squeeze him out, but he held on.

He released himself inside of her, shooting ropes of cum inside of his baby sister's cunt as it milked him of his seed. They groaned and grunted in thick, heavy unison.

When Amy's eyes blinked open she looked down at him, smiling sweetly with trembling lips. He was looking up at her, deeply satisfied. His eyes were glazed over and his cheeks were flushed. She leaned down and kissed his sweat stained forehead before pulling herself up.

Amy held onto the headboard and lifted her legs. She settled with her feet against the side of his chest and her pussy was wide open, dripping his pearly seed.

She grinned and reached down between her legs. Her brother didn't think she could be any sexier, but he was wrong.

He watched as his sister dug his cum out of her and fed herself their mixed intimacies right in front of his eyes. She gathered as much as she could, some pooled in her palm.

"Wow," he muttered, "that's insanely hot."

Amy giggled as she sucked her fingers clean, and then licked all over her hand. "And, you're yummy."

Amy slid off of him and licked up any of his spunk that had dripped onto his chest, before settling into her brother's nook.

"I'm really glad we did this," Amy said softly.

He kissed her forehead, "Me too. This is just the beginning."

His sister nuzzled her face into his sticky neck. "I know. It's going to suck when you have to leave."

Luke squeezed her as close to him as he could. "Don't think about that. We have a whole month to explore each other."

Amy smiled and wrapped her leg and arm over him. "Okay, I'll try not to. Let's just enjoy the ride."

Luke tilted her face up by her jaw and kissed her lips. "There will be many rides to enjoy," he said against her mouth.