2

Closing her eyes, she let her left-hand slide all the way down until it covered her mons. When she clutched the gentle arc of flesh it was as if she could feel a tap open up a small trickle of pleasure. The flow was not strong, but it quickly started to dam up inside of her.

While she began a slow, luxurious massage between her thighs, her fingers hooked themselves into the top of her suit. Her tits were already straining so forcefully against the elastic material that it hardly took any force at all to tug down the top half of the suit and let her breasts plop free.

The hot sun and cool air on her nipples made them sting with raw sensation at first, but this slowly faded to a dull, pleasant buzz.

She was sucking on her own lips, letting her fingers push her suit into the divide between her legs forcing the material to graze her sensitive clit.

Then there was a suddenly a shadow over her, blocking out the sun.

"Mmm, Clark," She said softly. Opening her eyes a crack she saw her brother had indeed joined her outside. He was still dressed the same, and he was sporting another enormous erection in his shorts.

Josie chuckled at the power she had over him. His expression was so longing it made her feel a little guilty. The world could throw whatever cruelty it wanted their way, she had a feeling that they had found something in each other here today.

"Want to touch me?," There was a pleading in her voice that surprised her.

"What about the rules?" He asked, hoarsely

"Fuck the rules. It feels so good when you watch me. I want to feel your hands on me again, properly this this time."

Clark hesitated a moment and then to her surprise, placed only a hand on her cheek. It was still a connection to him though and, as she touched herself, she turned into it and kissed his palm. He slid the hand down and hooked her chin, tilting it up until she was staring into his face again.

Those burning eyes of his sent another jolt through her body and their continued gaze kept it burning long after it had passed. This was beyond any look she had shared with another human being. There was lust and love there, but there was also a deep understanding. Maybe it was there because they had gone through the same childhood, shared the same passive-aggressive mother and absent father. All that mattered to her in that moment was that she knew she could never hope to see the like of it again, no matter how long and how far she searched.

When he brushed a thumb over her full lips she reacted without thought, opening her mouth and sucking in the digit, making it wet with saliva. If it surprised him, he gave no indication. Instead, he popped his thumb out of her mouth and lowered it to draw a lazy, wet circle around her stretched areola.

Josie made small, happy sounds in the back of her throat.

Finally having permission to touch her, Clark lost himself in his sister's remarkable tits. He started to massage them with both hands, lifting them up and crushing them together, teasing her nipples until they formed tight, painful little peaks that ached to be sucked on.

"Fuck, Clark. I'm so wet," She said through short breaths, drawing his eyes down. She was rewarded with his second smile of the day when he saw the shine of moisture on her parted thighs and the growing damp spot on the lycra at her crotch.

Through silent agreement, he took hold of the sides of the swimsuit and began to roll it down. Josie arched her back and then lifted her hips to assist him as he worked, with no small effort, to peel the elastic material away from her skin.

It came as a small shock to Josie when Clark hooked the suit over her ankles and tossed it aside. She was now laying stark naked outside with her younger brother staring down at her. Rather than trying to cover herself up, she felt a need to spread her legs wider, exposing every part of herself to his appraising eyes.

"Fuck, you are so gorgeous, Josie," He muttered.

Before she could respond, Clark placed one knee up on the sun lounger and seized one of her breasts. Josie gaped silently as he lowered his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss right over her swollen nipple.

As he ran his rough tongue over the thick, rubbery protrusion, he suddenly felt Josie's hand reaching out and wrapping itself around his throbbing cock, through his shorts. He was so painfully aroused and the taste of her sweat mixed with the sunscreen was only making it worse.

Then she was tugging at his fly. It stuck and she yanked at it frantically. His need matching hers, he broke his kiss on her chest and unbent to help her pull down the zipper. When it finally dropped, Josie reached desperately into the flap and tugged out his rigid shaft.

His iron-hard cock being tightly gripped in Josie's small hand was the best thing Clark had ever felt, especially when he could roam his eyes over her naked body, down to where her other hand was drawing sloppy circles in her plump pussy.

He looked back to her jiggling tits and was about to bend over to try and suckle one again, when Josie released him just long enough to stop him by holding out the flat of her palm. When he paused she took up his manhood again and, giving him an unblinking look over the top of her glasses, opened her mouth and guided him inside.

Clark could have sworn he actually felt his heart stop dead in his chest, before it jerked painfully back to life.

The head of his cock was so thick, Josie heard her jaw click as she stretched it wide enough to accommodate him.

As the wet heat of her enclosed the head of his dick, Clark cried out as if he were in pain. Everything about this moment went beyond his every fantasy. His sister was so beautiful. He had never been so aroused. It was as if his years of longing, the taboo nature of the act, and the fact that they were doing this out in broad daylight were all factors conspiring to make him lose his control instantly.

He fought desperately to win it back, and only just managed it as Josie rested on her elbow and began to bob her head on his pole.

While she slurped at her brother's cock, she fingered her own dripping slit. She made no effort to be neat and tidy, as she always had done with blowjobs in the past. She had always cared what the guy was seeing when he looked down on her and had kept as demure a demeanor as was possible with a cock between her lips.

But revved-up, stripped bare and confident in her brother's love of her she cared nothing for that. She let her saliva and his pre-come dribbly freely from her lips, onto her rolling tits and down her body.

When the angle started to put a crick in her neck, Josie stopped pleasuring herself and rolled over, not once releasing his cock or stopping her licks and kisses on his hyper-sensitive tip.

Josie was on all fours now, her big ass angled up at the sun high above, her tits swinging freely as Clark met her hunger with disjointed thrusts into her open mouth.

Her tongue, the soft sides of lips, and hollowed cheeks were a little private Eden for his cock. He wanted to throw his head back and cry out, but he could not take his eye's off his sister's naked body for a second. He did not want to blink in case he missed even a fraction of a second.

But Josie was just too good in every way. He felt the orgasm winding up tortuously inside of him. He tried to will it back, but it was too powerful and Josie was too forceful in her desire to drain his balls.

He wanted desperately to draw it out just a little longer, but already knew it was too late. His abdomen bunched painfully, while his ass cheeks clenched tight.

Josie was nearly rocked back by the force of the hot spume that burst into her mouth.

As it poured into her she opened her lips, releasing her suction on him, and pumped his cock in her hand. Coil after coil of thick semen unfurled into her mouth. It ran off her tongue and over her lips, dripping off her chin and spattering on the paving stones beneath them.

Clark was growling out his pleasure as the spectacular orgasm gradually dulled down to a sustained vibration of pleasant haziness.

Josie continued to kiss and nuzzle his barely softening cock, licking it clean of his spent seed, humming while she did so.

"Josie," Clark breathed out heavily. He felt completely drained. Yet he knew that he had to keep going. Who knew when this dream might end? He had to seize every opportunity and stretch his body past its limits.

She whimpered when he pulled free of her grasp and moved, on shaky legs, behind her.

Seeming to guess what he had in mind, Josie stayed in the position she was in. She looked back over her shoulder at where Clark was staring, slack-jawed at her round ass cheeks. They were parted enough for him to see into the valley between them and the tiny, pink, pursed sphincter of her asshole, just inches above her dripping pussy.

Josie was biting her lip maddeningly.

Clark knelt on the sun lounger behind her, his breaths coming ragged, his cock already stirring back to life. As he lowered his head Josie adjusted her position slightly, spreading her knees and opening herself up to him even more.

Leaning forward, Clark placed a single, loving kiss on her slippery entrance. He kissed it like he was like kissing the mouth of a lover, letting his tongue slip inside it and teasing the tight ring of muscle around it. His nose pushed up against her tightly clenched anus and he felt her legs wobble at the contact.

Clark dove deeper into her pussy, opening his mouth and sucking in her fleshy lips, drinking the crazy amount of fluid he found pooling in her folds.

The salty, sour tang of her made his teeth ache with the satisfaction of having his ultimate fantasy realised. He finally knew what she tasted like and it was ambrosia him.

Like an exhausted man sinking into the softest feather bed, he let his face get swallowed up by her cushioning ass cheeks and pussy.

He drank from her sopping vagina, licking it deep and slow, feeling the muscles around her entrance snatch at his tongue.

Every moment of desire Clark had had, gazing with longing frustration at his sister for years, he poured into his task. He ran the blade of his tongue up the short stretch of supple skin to her tiny pucker of an anus and licked around it in tight circles, feeling Josie shudder and moan at this hedonistic enjoyment of her body.

While he tongued her pursed membrane, he extended the pointer finger on his right hand and slipped it through oily lubricant into her tight pussy. He massaged her inner linings until she cooed and panted with desire. Then, carefully, he inserted a second finger into her and her butt lifted up while her middle dipped.

His thumb moved under her, along the track of her slick crease, until it bumped into a hardened nub of flesh that made her jerk crazily when he first made contact. He pinched this between the two fingers he had inside of her and the thumb he had on the outside, all while he licked tight little circles around her asshole.

Josie hissed out his name and tried to back her wide ass into his face, but he shouldered her forward again.

While he continually splayed and then closed the gap between his fingers, his thumb toggled her bulging clit.

Then, while he toyed with her vacillating pussy, he nipped sharp little bites along the white line of where her ass cheek normally creased when she was standing.

Josie swore and Clark felt molten liquid dripping onto his knuckles as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

Clark's thumb was rolling over her clit, ratcheting up the pressure inside her to unbearable levels. Her clutching vagina told him she was already close.

He wanted to feel her pussy on his face as she climaxed, so he licked down her perineum until he was once more pushing aside her labia with his tongue and slurping at her wetness. He pushed his face in as close to where he had his fingers were writhing inside of her as he could and he stretched out his tongue. Now his face was crushed into her sex, her juices smothered all over him, even slicking his eyebrows and lashes.

Straining, he stuck out his tongue as far as he could and slid it in next to his thumb. He knew he could not hold the position log, but he needed to feel her clit under his tongue.

Combining with his thumb, his tongue worked her fleshy button back and forth rapidly. Her tight entrance started to clench around his fingers. Her body bucked up hard, and Clark knew his sister was coming.

She let out a long, low moan as her body began to shudder. The sun lounger squeaked and shifted a few millimeters forward and she twitched and jerked involuntarily.

Clark continued to lap at her, while he shoved his fingers deep inside the vice-like clamp of her vaginal walls. Josie beat out a long fit of muscular convulsions that left her muscles aching and her body exhausted.

With a final, sudden jerk, Josie slid forward onto her large tits, flattening them out. When Clark stood and wiped at the greasy wet coating on his face he saw, with some pride, that there was a line of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm, Clark. That was so good," Josie purred.

He wiped at the sides of his mouth, then licked his hand. He could still taste her.

"I'm just gonna lay here and have a little nap. You go... you go..." But already her breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed.

Clark smiled to himself. To think he had been contemplating suicide and he had this laying ahead in his future.

He went inside to fetch his drawing pad and spent the next hour sketching his naked sister as she napped in the drowsy afternoon sun.

When Josie awoke, she rose up groggily. Clark actually gave a small laugh when he saw the imprinted lines the sun lounger had left on her cheek. Josie rubbed at the reddened spot while she gave him a hard stare. Then, smacking her tongue against her hard palate she said, "Man, I could use a drink. You kind of drained me there, Clark."

He helped her up and held out a towel to her. He eyed the full length of her stunning naked body, before wrapping her up. She turned into him as he did this and he found he had his arms around her. She took a moment to wriggled her backside against his, yet again, hard cock and he breathed in the smell of her hair before placing a small kiss on top of her head.

Whatever barriers they had held in place before, they had melted away in the hot midday sun.

Taking his hand, Josie led him inside.

By the time their mother had returned, Josie was fully dressed, but still showing more skin than made her mother comfortable. She found she could hardly bring herself to care anymore. She and Clark were sitting on the couch, actually watching the TV this time. They had released the hold they had on each other's hand the moment they heard the door open.

"Well you two, I hope you are both in a more civil mood," Their mother said acidly. Josie noted the quirk in her mother's brown when the woman took in that Josie had not changed her clothing from what she had seen her in earlier. It was the same look that would have sent her scurrying to hide her shame not so long ago. But her skin was still aglow with Clark's loving touch and she found she cared a lot less about her mother's opinion right then.

"Clark?" Their mother asked, "Are sure you should be up? You know the doctor said that with the meds you are taking you would probably need to rest in the afternoons."

A brief, knowing look passed between the siblings.

"You know, I've been in my room so long I thought it might be nice to enjoy a change of scenery," He said without looking in his mother's direction. His unemotional, reasoned voice seemed to take his mother aback.

She looked between the two with a puzzled expression, to which neither of them gave her the satisfaction of a response.

Finally, she turned to Josie and said, "Well, you can't sit around doing nothing all day. If you're staying here you need to pull your weight." Josie could hear the emphasis she put on that last word but felt it slide off her like Clark's seed under a hot shower. Even while that happy memory was passing through her mind she became aware that her mother was still talking, "I put the groceries on the counter. You can unpack them and then sort out dinner. I've had a long day, I need to put my feet up for a bit."

Clark caught Josie's eye and they both nearly burst into a fit of giggles. They both knew the most taxing thing their mother had done all day was probably to sign the bill for her drinks at the club.

Josie was still biting her tongue when Clark surprised everyone by saying, "I'll help Josie."

When he received strange looks from both of them he asked, "What?"

Josie just grinned, but their mother walked off still looking confused. Josie gave a small snort of derision. The woman had not even commented on the fact that her son, who had been locked in seclusion for months, was finally out of his room, not only that but he actually seemed to be thinking beyond his own pain for the first time.

Josie gave Clark's cheek a tender brush with her thumb before standing and saying, "Well, let's get on with it then."

For the next hour, they worked side by side in the kitchen, chopping and cooking dinner. They did not touch each other again with intent but, as they worked, they let their bodies brush against each other in a manner that suddenly felt both thrilling and maddening.

Josie would deliberately put herself in Clark's path so that he would have to put a hand on her bare waist to slip past her. He, in turn, would come up close enough behind that she could hear his breathing in her ear, and feel the press of his seemingly ever-present hard-on as it grazed her backside.

After today Clark was not sure he would ever be anything other than rock hard in her presence ever again.

When their mother came out of her room she was dressed in a loose sweater and yoga tights that emphasized her slim body. Looking at her, for once, Josie felt no jealousy. In fact, the way Clark's eyes stayed on Josie whenever their mother was not looking made her start to think that perhaps her mother was the deficient one. Maybe that was why she had to constantly pick at Josie's self-esteem like it was a scab she would not let heal over.

For once, both Josie and Clark ate their dinner heartily, ignoring the silent, haughty presence of their mother. Their father, to no one's surprise, did not materialize. During the week it would have been a shock if he did come home. He kept an apartment in the city for nights where he had to work late. Nowadays it seemed he had to work late nearly every night.

As Josie looked at her mother's angular, sour face, Josie could almost feel pity for the woman. She did not look up at her children but, after she was done pushing a lettuce leaf around on her plate, their mother rose and took her glass of wine off to the lounge where she switched on a news channel.

Clark rolled his eyes and Josie laughed softly. Together they cleaned up the mess they had made preparing dinner.

They did not need to consult each other to mutually decide that they were going to leave their mother alone downstairs and retire to their rooms. They walked up the stairs together, almost, but not quite holding hands. Still, it was as if an electrical charge was sparking between them each time their skin came in close proximity.

When they reached Josie's room she stopped and did a very long and deliberate stretch. Her crop top was lifted up with the movement and Clark was treated to a sight of the underside of one of her milky orbs. She grinned wickedly throughout the process, letting him know she enjoyed having this power over him.

"I think I'm going to take a shower." She somehow made it sound like an invitation again.

"Another one?" Clark asked, smiling too.

What can I say, Clark. Whenever you're around I seem to end up all sweaty and sticky."

For a response, Clark took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. So gently that she could barely feel it, he brushed his lips over the tips of her fingers while he stared deep into her eyes. Josie gave an involuntary shudder. He said in a voice just above whisper, "Then it is my duty to make sure you are properly cleaned."

Josie just nodded dumbly. For once it was she who had nothing to say.

Then Clark quickly moved away from her to close and lock his door. Josie grasped his intent immediately: If their mother came upstairs to check on them she would just think he had locked himself in his room again. He winked at her as he pocketed the key.

Pausing one last time to check the stairs to make sure their mother was not coming up, Josie slipped inside the bathroom, followed hastily by Clark. Once inside and with the door shut he took her hand again and held it, even when she took off her shorts and sat down to pee.

When she was done he helped her lift off her top. He cupped and squeezed her breasts hard when they flopped down into his waiting hands. While he massaged her, she tugged at his belt. He helped her unbutton and remove his shorts then did the same for hers. His T-Shirt followed an instant later.

When Clark pulled her in close they just held their naked bodies pressed together for a long time, feeling their heartbeats syncopate. Her breasts were sandwiched between them, while his cock pressed into her soft belly, leaving a sticky kiss on her smooth skin. Her head tucked into his neck and his arms enfolded her tightly, as if they might never let her go. Josie closed her eyes and let herself believe that could really happen.

It was she who finally broke the contact, stepping back and holding his shoulders at arm's length. She let her eyes roam over his body for a change.

He still had the soft slouch of boyhood, but she could see where his shoulders had widened and the beginnings of a well-defined torso and abdomen which were starting to take over.

There was nothing boyish about the thick cock that started back up at her, unblinking.

She gave him a warm smile and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips, before moving past him to the shower.

When she had the water running hot, Clark slipped in behind her. He used his body to push her under the spray of hot water, his penis slotting itself into the cleft of her ass, while he wrapped an arm around her to grope one of her breasts.

As the water cascaded down on her, Josie rolled her head to the side while Clark kissed up the side of her neck.

Together they took a long, slow, incredibly intimate shower. They took every opportunity to caress each other's bodies. They washed each other, paying extra attention to the spots that made the other one close their eyes and suck in sharp breaths.

It was an exquisite torture they performed on each other. Teasing each other with just the closeness and contact of their bodies. Their mouths always seeming to be on the verge of kissing, but not quite getting there. Yet neither of them seemed to want to push it any further. They simply wanted it to carry on like this forever.

Clark buzzed all over with the fulfillment of his every fantasy. He was not just seeing his sister, he was touching her and, as he felt his heart racing in his chest, he felt sure there would still be more to come.

Josie too was aglow with desire. The sheer adoration that was pouring out of him was filling her up to the point of overflowing.

The moment came to a sudden and rending halt when they both jumped at the sound of a sharp rapping on the door.

Their mother's piercing voice cut through the hiss of the shower, "Josie, you had better not be using up all the hot water. If your father gets home to a cold shower he is going to be furious."

Clark rolled his eyes when Josie looked up at him. They were still pressed together, her firm breasts ballooning upwards as they were compressed between their two bodies. They both knew their father was not coming home. Still, the encroachment on their little world fractured the mood and Josie made to turn off the water.

Clark grabbed her wrist suddenly and pulled her in tight, crushing his lips to hers. His kiss was rough and unpracticed, but the hunger in it made Josie melt into him. Their tongues met and caressed each other while they took turns sucking them alternately into their mouths.

They only stopped when they heard their mother banging on Clark's door down the corridor. It made them freeze, but after a moment they both came to the conclusion there was no way their mother could find out what they were doing.

Josie did not hear what her mother said to Clark's empty room, because Clark pulled her under the stream of water and kissed her hard again. All sound was drowned out and for a moment the entire world began and ended with the two of them.

The kiss ended all too soon, but the feeling of his lips lingered on hers long afterward. This time when she moved to switch off the water he did not try to stop her. They both stepped out of the shower, water dripping from their nude bodies. Stifling their giggles, they proceeded to dry each other off with soft bath towels.

Josie wrapped her towel around her body and then helped Clark secure his. They grinned at each other like a pair of fools while they brushed their teeth side by side in the bathroom mirror. That done, Josie stood up on tiptoes to give him a minty kiss and then put her mouth next to his ear. In a soft, breathy voice she whispered, "I'll go out first and check the coast is clear. If you hear my door close you will know you can leave safely."

Then, placing a kiss on his ear that sent a shiver through his body she added, "Go back to your room and, maybe when mom is asleep I can pay you a little visit. We still have a few hours left on your Pass," She let a moment slip by where Clark felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up before she concluded, "And we still have several more rules to break."

Clark nodded and met her last kiss with one of his own. Then, reluctantly, they separated. Josie gave him another wink, before unlocking the bathroom door and peeking out into the hall. She slipped out and padded to her own room. Not seeing her mother anywhere, but hearing the TV still blaring downstairs, she went inside and then closed her door louder than was necessary.

A moment later she just barely heard the bathroom door open softly and Clark's footsteps receding back to his room.

Josie turned her back to the door and leaned against it with a long sigh. Something incredible had happened to them today, something she could not put into words. The overwhelming feeling she got was that, in her search through the endless multitude of humanity for the one person that would understand her, she had finally found him. He had been just two doors down from her the whole time.

She threw on a simple silky nighty and nothing else and jumped onto her bed to wait in breathless anticipation. She could do nothing else but listen to the minutes tick slowly by as her excitement grew. She knew that Clark would be doing the same. They had both felt the need for it in the shower, their day together was not yet complete.

Finally, after what seemed an age, Josie heard her mother walk up the stairs, past Josie's bedroom door and enter her room at the end of the hall.

Josie switched off her light and sat the darkness as she waited for her mother to fall asleep. She found she was unable to sit still. There was an ache in her groin that she longed to massage. Fighting the temptation, she cupped her hand over her sex and squeezed down hard.

It did not help.

Finally, when she could take it no longer, she rose out of her bed and tiptoed to the door. She very carefully turned the knob so as to make no sound and then swung the door silently open.

She thought she had been pretty quiet but was taken aback when she nearly walked right into Clark, who was standing outside her room, grinning down at her. Apparently, he was even quieter than she was. But then, he had had a lot more practice sneaking around than her. He was a perv after all, but her was her perv.

She slapped his chest and he winced then, his smile returning, he held a finger up to his lips.

Josie took one last look past him, down the hall, to where their mother's door remained closed, then she threw her arms around her brother's shoulders and drew him back into her room. As she walked backward she pulled his head down for a kiss.

As soon as they were inside they shoved the door closed, unable to care about the noise it made. They broke only long enough for Josie to secure the lock and before she turned back to Clark. When he tried to hug her again she barrelled into him, shoving him back. Together they lost their balance, stumped a few quick steps and then tumbled back onto the bed. Clark was about to laugh when Josie scrambled atop him and sank her mouth onto his. His grin faded into a lingering kiss as their mouths formed a tight seal.

The anticipation, combined with the long day of getting to know each other's bodies had driven both of them frantic with desire. Josie tore at his shirt and he helped her throw it up over his head.

She immediately dropped down and began to kiss the center of his torso where the developing muscles of his chest thinned to a bony indentation.

Clark, meanwhile, was fondling her breasts through her nightie, pinching thick wads of the soft flesh and searching for her hardened nipples.

Straddling his waist, Josie kissed her way up his chest to his neck. Clark was busy running his hands down her flanks to dig into the meat of her ass. The thin fabric of he nightie had already hiked up, so Clark helped it on its way, sliding it up over her hips to her middle and baring the lower half of her body.

She still wore no panties and when she lowered herself it was her bare pussy that nestled against the erection he had pushing out against his pajama bottoms. He could feel her wetness drenching the material and soaking through to his cock as she rubbed herself against his length.

Soon their mouths were locked together once more and her hands were in his hair, pulling him deeper into their kiss.

Clark slid the backs of his hands over the shallow doming of her belly and under the nightie to stroke the under curve of her smooth tits. Gravity pulled them down almost to meet his chest and they were jostling energetically with his harried petting.

He gripped each breast along its side and squashed them together. As he did this his fingers sought out, and found, her big, hard points of nipples and began to tweak and twist them.

As he worked on her, her nightie was pulled up higher and higher until it rested on her shoulders. Finally, needing to have no barrier between them, Josie sat back on her haunches and, in a single, lithe movement, pulled the thin garment up over her head. Her tits thumped heavily on his chest as she dropped down on top of him and resumed their kiss. This time it felt like she was licking out the inside of his mouth. She was completely lost in the act, her pelvis humping into his as she held his head turned at the angle that would let her slide her tongue as deep as it would go into his mouth.

Josie was growing desperate with her need to increase the contact between their two bodies. Already she was panicked that there might not be a way to bring them as close together as she needed them to be.

Pushing down on his chest she threw herself off him and dug her fingers into his pants. She yanked down hard, but the drawstring was still tied tight and it pulled painfully down on his driving erection. Making little grunts of pain and fighting with her scrabbling fingers, Clark managed to get hold of one of the ties and tugged the bow he had tied in them loose. As soon as the tautness was gone from his waistband he felt his pajama pants zip off down his legs where they were unceremoniously tossed to the floor to join Josie's nightie.

His sister was back on him in an instant, her body wrapping itself around his, her plump thighs squeezing his waist. He half rose to meet her kiss and she held his face in her two hands as she sucked on his tongue.

Her pussy dripped hot liquid onto his bare cock and each time they rocked back and forth on the bed their cores flared with the contact.

Clark placed his thumbs over her nipples and shoved them back, deep into the flesh behind them. Each time one popped free from the pressure he exerted on them he rolled his thumb to find it again and continued to press it flat.

As the heat of the kiss grew too much to bear, Josie finally threw her head back in a cascade of dark hair. Her magnificent chest was thrust out and her tits wobbled in Clark's tight grip.

She looked down into his eyes through a wild thicket of hair that had fallen across her face. Clark had never seen a look like it on her face, or anyone's. It told him just how much she needed him in that moment.

Then, moving smoothly, she lifted her ass up off of him and, at the same time lowered her hand to curl around his shaft.

She pulled him up, away from his body and positioned his broad pole just at the entrance to her perfect sex.

Clark could not breathe, his lungs had stopped working. He watched in awestruck wonder as his sister slowly lowered herself onto his cock. When their flesh touched he bucked, but she held him tight in her crushing grip.

His tip dipped into her depression, and she held it fast while she slowly lowered her hips.

Clark was big, far bigger than Josie had ever experienced. The head of his cock seemed to stick in her entrance, too rigid to squeeze through her tight gap. The elasticity of her body seemed to reach its limit as she fed his length into her. It pulled tight and would go no further, and she was still not past the thickest part of him.

Dropping her weight down on him, a grimace of concentration on her face, Josie felt her body straining almost to breaking point as her brother's cock sank, millimeter by millimeter, inside of her.

At last, she seemed to round the edge of his fat glans and then her descent onto him became easier. She had to wriggle her hips to guide him down her narrow chute, but eventually, her body choked his length down. Josie felt a sharp twinge of pain as he pushed into her up to his balls and their pelvises were locked in a deep kiss

She felt full to bursting but wanted to hold him inside of her for as long as she could.

When she sensed her body had finally adjusted to Clark's size, Josie began, very carefully, to circle her hips. Her little brother was buried deep inside her and she felt closer to him that she thought was possible with anyone

Their lovemaking was slow and tender. Clark caressed every inch of her body that he could reach. He needed to have his hands on her at all times. And her breasts, those magnificent breasts! They filled his vision and his mind. As Josie began to ride him her huge tits swung pendulously towards him and then away. He took them firmly in his hands and began to knead the supple flesh.

When she fell forward onto her hands, he crunched his abdomen so that he could bend enough to suck one of her turgid nipples into his mouth and run his tongue roughly over the sensitive skin.

As he was pumped in and out of his sister's vagina, Clark felt the ring of muscles around her entrance clasping his shaft, pulling tight like a closing snare.

They lost themselves in an animalistic rutting; grunting and sweating, nipping at each other with sharp teeth.

"I'm getting close," Clark growled into his sister's open mouth.

"Do it inside me," she whined, "I'm protected. But, Just wait. Wait. I'm nearly..."

Using her arm to sweep back her hair, she pushed herself upright into a full riding position.

Clark could see his shaft being gobbled up by her ravenous slit over and over.

With her weight on one arm behind her, Josie clutched at her fluttering sex. She ground her pussy into her hand with each thrust. Then, as her climax began to mount, she eased off and had to do nothing more than tap on her rubbery button to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Clark was undone. His beautiful sister was completely nude before him and riding his cock to her peak. There was nothing more perfect he could imagine. His body, as if punctuating this realization, finally released its last grip on control.

A large glob of semen, propelled by a forceful geyser, burst from his tip. It struck the side of her pulsating vaginal canal and burst like a shell. As it divided into separate strands, each of these arced out and first hit, and then ran along, the walls of her clenching cylinder. They wrapped around and came back to meet each other, pooling inside her and filling her up.

Clark shoved himself in as deep as he would go and release more of this barrage of lancing semen. The force of the blasts inside of her, pounding into her cervix, combined with the beat of her fingers, triggered Josie's own climax. Her body clenched down on the twitching cock inside of her like a fist. Her pussy seemed to be sucking on his cock, forcing out the come almost as fast as it was being pumped into her. It seemed to reinvigorate Clark's own orgasm and extend it beyond mortal expectations.

As her body was wracked with ecstasy, her heavy breasts juddered and bounced with each muscular spasm. Each convulsion came closer and closer together until the melded into a single, prolonged muscle cramp that locked her entire body rigid. It was only Clark's hands gripping her tits, hard enough to be a little painful, that stopped her toppling off the bed onto the floor.

When it finally ended her muscles relaxed all at once and she poured herself like a liquid over her brother's chest.

They lay there together, panting heavily, a strand of her hair puffing out with each lungful of air Clark pushed out.

Eventually, as their hearts slowed and their twitching stopped, Clark pulled Josie in close and held her tight.

Still breathless she asked, "There, wasn't that better than just watching?"

Clark nodded, as he kissed the top of her head, "So much better."

"Not that you can't watch, if you want. I think I might actually kind of like it."

He laughed at this. He suspected she had enjoyed the terms of the Creeper Pass as much, if not more than him. Thinking of that life-changing piece of paper he asked, "I think we broke quite a few of the rules on your Pass."

"Mmm." She purred, "But it was for a good cause. A wonderful cause. Those rules needed to be changed."

"And this Creeper Pass... Is there any way we might extend it?"

"Maybe."

"For how long?"

"Oh, I don't know. How does forever sound?" She giggled as she kissed his chest.

"Not long enough," He sighed contentedly, "Not nearly long enough."