


The Break of Dawn

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2015-07-12
Updated: 2015-08-06
Packaged: 2017-04-18 09:30:10
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-break-of-dawn
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. A brother helps his sister learn to trust again.</p>
<p>2. Travis and Dawn spend Christmas together.</p>
Erotica Tags: Anal, Brother, Brother-Sister, Incest/Taboo, Intercourse, Oral,
Romantic, Sister
Average Rating: 4.75





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Break of Dawn

The Break of Dawn Ch. 02




        The Break of Dawn


SLAM!  
  
The whole house shook when the front door slammed shut. I heard squealing
tires immediately afterward and heavy, angry footsteps up the stairs before
Dawn's door slammed, bringing another shudder from the adjoining walls. I had
heard this before and she usually just needed to blow off steam alone. I've
had my share of shoes and books thrown at me when I tried to find out what
happened and eventually I learned to leave her alone.  
  
I had a hard time reading, however, when I could hear her crying. The wall
that separated our rooms was pretty thin (actually it was hollow, not thin),
so there was not much privacy. On more than one occasion she had teased me
after overhearing a phone conversation with one of my girlfriends. As a
result, I had also decided to use headphones when watching online videos,
especially porn. I tried just muting my computer for a while, but honestly,
the sound is almost as arousing as the visual. I love to hear a woman talking
and responding during sex. In fact I broke up with one girl, Karen Jakes,
because she never made any noise or gave any response during sex, even if I
was eating her. She would be plenty wet and her body told me she was enjoying
it, but she might as well have been doing crossword puzzles while I railed her
from behind. One time during sex, I asked her if she wanted a book to read.
She got mad and kicked me out of her house. Ultimately, though, it was no
great loss.  
  
I sighed and dropped my book on the bed before walking next door to knock.
"Dawn? You okay?"  
  
"Megan Phelps is a whore!" she cried.  
  
"Everyone knows that," I answered through the door. "Can I come in?"  
  
"That depends. Have you ever fucked Megan Phelps?"  
  
"No."  
  
"Then yes."  
  
I opened her door slowly, expecting some sort of projectile to come hurtling
at my face, but I only saw Dawn face down on her bed, her chin on a pillow
that had a dog with a big head and huge eyes on it. Her own eyes were sadder
than those of the dog, whose eyes were more surprised than sad. "Hey," I said.  
  
"Hey."  
  
I sat on the floor and leaned against her bed next to where her face was. She
turned her head and rested her cheek on the pillow. Her pale blue eyes were
tinged red and her cheeks were flush rather than their usual pale white. In
middle school we were called "The Mime Twins", which was shortened to "The
Mimes" due to our white skin and black hair. People like us, so it's not an
insult, but has become a term of endearment; even Dawn and I crack on our own
bizarre coloring. We both have to limit our exposure to the sun. Dawn even
said, "I can't even look at a postcard from Hawaii without getting sunburned."
And as for the twin part, yes that's true. We are both eighteen now, seniors
in high school because of a late birthday, which kept us out of school for
another year, despite our readiness. We both knew everything an upcoming
first-grader would know, before we even started kindergarten. Our parents
tried to let us test out, but the school system wouldn't do it, so I tended to
get in trouble a lot due to boredom and having a restless personality, while
Dawn never did.  
  
So now, here we are two weeks before Christmas break our senior year, and my
sister is calling Megan Phelps a whore.  
  
"So, why do you say Megan's a whore?"  
  
"Because she is!"  
  
I laughed. "I know that, but why are you specifically calling her that right
now?"  
  
"Because she sucked Chris' dick."  
  
"What?! When?"  
  
She bolted upright, scaring me a little. "Apparently lots of times! Bitch! In
his car, in the teachers' bathroom, in the equipment room!" She pointed at me,
her finger an inch from my nose. "He said he never fucked her, but that's a
lie!"  
  
"How did you find out?"  
  
"Carla and Makenzie saw them coming out of the equipment room. They said when
Chris saw them he gave it away, looking guilty as fuck! Megan just wiped the
corner of her mouth with her finger, smiling at them as she did it. She's such
a slut," she said, shaking her head and crossing her arms.  
  
"That sucks, Dawn. Man, I'm sorry."  
  
"Don't be. I dumped his ass. She can have him."  
  
"I don't care about that; I just hate that you got treated that way."  
  
"Thanks," she said with a nod.  
  
"You gonna be okay?"  
  
"Eventually," she smiled. "You always make me feel better." Her smile turned
to a scowl. "Just promise me you won't go fucking that bitch Megan."  
  
"I promise," I said seriously. "Besides, I'm sure I don't want to catch
whatever she's passing." Dawn laughed at that, falling back on her bed.  
  
I went back to my room. Nothing was said about anything, and Dawn was better
after a few days. Friday afternoon she knocked on my door.  
  
"Trav, can I talk to you for a minute?"  
  
"Sure." I turned from my science homework, swiveling in my desk chair. "What's
up?"  
  
"I need to go to the mall tonight to return Chris' Christmas presents. I was
wondering if you wanted to go with me."  
  
"You don't have any other plans for tonight?"  
  
She shook her head. "It was assumed that Friday night was date night with
Chris, so my friends made other plans. So now that I'm not with Chris. . ."
She shrugged.  
  
"Okay. Cool. I can do that."  
  
"You can? You don't mind?"  
  
"Hell, no. You want to catch a movie?"  
  
"Sure," she smiled. "My treat, though, okay?"  
  
"Are you sure? I have money."  
  
"Positive. Payback for being such an awesome brother." She closed my door as
she quickly backed out.  
  
I walked into the kitchen as Mom was making dinner for her and Dad, and saw
Dawn talking to her, wearing her jeans and a blue sweater, with some brown
boots. She always looks good, but sometimes she just knew how to put
everything together. She turned toward me just as I entered the kitchen.  
  
"I told Mom that we were going out for dinner and a movie and to return some
gifts to the mall."  
  
"We're doing dinner, too?" I asked.  
  
"Yep." She smiled. "I figured we'd be there anyway; why not get started. The
movie starts at 8:40."  
  
"Well, if you're paying, then I'm driving."  
  
"No argument from me."  
  
"You kids be careful, okay?" Mom warned. "They're calling for the temperature
to drop, so watch out for black ice."  
  
"Yes, ma'am," I said. "We'll be careful."  
  
It was drizzling as we drove to the mall, about thirty minutes away and over a
three-mile-long bridge that crossed the river. We could see the lights
reflected off the wall of clouds in the distance; it was clear and black above
us, but from the northeast the lights suddenly reflected orange off what
looked like dense clouds. Dawn remained quiet, always nervous going over the
bridge because she didn't know how to swim and was terrified of us somehow
going over the side into the water. It sounds irrational, I know, and even
Dawn thinks so, but it's just part of who she is. When we were little she was
hesitant to get into the water to learn how to swim, so Grandpa tossed her
into the lake, citing the old "sink or swim" method. I'm glad he's dead; he
was a hard-ass drunk and treated the whole family like shit, including my
grandmother. When he died, you could almost feel the relief wash over her. She
lived about seven years more, but three of those were in a nursing home as she
suffered from dementia.  
  
So, anyway, Dawn hated the bridge, and in her nervousness, she stayed quiet
and tense until we were on solid ground again. I heard her let out a sigh of
relief and I looked over at her with a smile.  
  
"What?" she asked. I just shook my head a little and turned back to the road.
"Shut up," she laughed, slapping me on the arm. "I can't help it."  
  
"I know. But you still make me laugh."  
  
"Because that's my plan, you know: showing my terror every time I get near
water in hopes that it will brighten your day."  
  
"I still wish you would let me teach you how to swim."  
  
"At my age. You think that will be less humiliating that just avoiding water
altogether? Besides, I still hang out in the pool with friends and stuff. It's
just deep water or water where I can't see the bottom, that freaks me out."  
  
"I know." I paused for a moment. "Does it really bother you when I do that?"  
  
"Not really," she shrugged. "I know you're not making fun of me, just tickled
by the absurdity of it."  
  
"It's not absurd," I said, concentrating on turning left on the slick road.
Once we were straight again I continued my thought. "I understand. I just hate
for you to go through life scared of something when the solution is pretty
simple. You just need to be confident that if you did ever fall into water,
that you would be okay."  
  
She shrugged again. "I guess."  
  
It was quiet for a minute and again I focused on the thickening traffic as we
drew closer to the mall.  
  
"I'm glad you came with me, Trav."  
  
"Me, too," I smiled. "I know your brother isn't exactly the kind of company
you were looking for, but thanks for the invite."  
  
"If I didn't want to spend the time with you, I wouldn't have invited you."  
  
"Yeah, but I know all your other friends were busy, so thanks for thinking of
me."  
  
"Well," she muttered, "Not ALL my friends."  
  
"What was that?"  
  
She sighed. "I said not all my friends are busy tonight. I only called a
couple before it struck me that we hadn't done anything together in forever.
After you helped me out with this whole Chris thing, I thought about how much
I missed you. We used to do stuff together. I didn't want to be with my
friends tonight or with some boy from school. I wanted to be with my best
friend."  
  
I choked up a little. "I'm your best friend?"  
  
"Of course," she snickered. "You've always been my best friend. Even when I've
called someone else my best friend, it's always been you."  
  
"Thanks, Dawn. You've always been my best friend, too."  
  
"So, cool then. Let's have some fun!"  
  
I pulled into the mall, closest to the large chain sporting goods store that
anchored one arm of the mall, and lucked out by catching a close parking spot
right as someone pulled out of a space. As I waited for them to back out, Dawn
flipped down the visor and checked herself in the mirror one last time. Of
course she looked beautiful; she always did. When I pulled into the space,
Dawn reached into the back and grabbed a big white plastic bag with a
department store logo on the side. It was filled with a few other bags. "You
ready?" she asked.  
  
"Whenever you are."  
  
She opened her door and cinched up the belt on her black wool coat before
slamming the car door. I zipped up my black leather jacket as I walked to the
rear to meet her. As she stepped around the rear corner on my side, she
slipped and squealed, but I was able to catch her by the arm before wrapping
my arm around her back. I had fortunately worn my black boots with the heavy
tread or we probably both would have fallen. I helped her up and asked if she
was okay. She nodded and sighed in relief.  
  
I took her hand and we walked across the slick parking lot into the sporting
goods store. Even when we were inside, she didn't let go of my hand and I
didn't push for it. I squeezed her hand and she smiled at me. We exited the
sporting goods store into the mall and of course in the center of the mall
were The North Pole and a long line of kids of every age, and their parents,
waiting to give Santa their wish list and to have their picture taken with
him.  
  
"Remember when Mom and Dad used to bring us to see Santa?" she asked with a
smile.  
  
"I remember being scared of him for a long time," I laughed.  
  
"Yeah, but that stopped when you were, what, twelve?"  
  
"Seven!"  
  
"Close enough."  
  
"Aren't we supposed to be returning some gifts?" I said, changing the subject.  
  
"Fine," she sighed. "I should probably get you away from Santa before you
start crying or peeing your pants."  
  
"That happened once!" I called after her as she walked quickly toward the
escalator. I quickly caught up to her and she once again took my hand, pulling
me into the small store. For the next hour we went to three different stores,
waiting in lines with returns and shuffling along with the crowd as holiday
music played overhead.  
  
As we waited for our table at the chain restaurant just outside the mall, my
phone rang. It was Mom.  
  
"Hey, Mom."  
  
"Hi, honey. Listen, the ice is getting pretty bad they say. There are
accidents all over the bridge, so they can't even get on to salt it. You kids
aren't getting home any time soon. I would feel better if you would stay there
tonight. Is that okay?"  
  
"You mean the hotel right here by the mall?"  
  
"I would feel better knowing you were safe there rather than fighting to get
home late tonight."  
  
"Hang on, let me ask Dawn."  
  
"Okay."  
  
I turned to Dawn, who was talking to the hostess since our buzzer had just lit
up. "Dawn." She turned to me. "Mom said she wants us to stay at the hotel
tonight because the bridge has accidents on it and they can't salt it."  
  
"We didn't plan on an overnight," she said.  
  
"I know, but it's just us. We'll work something out. Besides, we're at the
mall and can get what we need here if we have to."  
  
"Okay," she shrugged.  
  
I spoke back into the phone. "Okay, Mom. I guess we should just use the
emergency card?"  
  
"Yes. And if you need any clothes or anything for tonight, put them on it,
too. Make sure to book a room now because I don't know if other people will be
doing this, too."  
  
"Okay. Thanks, Mom."  
  
"Text or call when you get to the hotel."  
  
"It won't be until late."  
  
"That's okay. I won't rest until I know you're safe anyway."  
  
"Okay. I love you. We'll see you in the morning."  
  
"Love you, too."  
  
We disconnected and I relayed the message to Dawn. After the server took our
drink order I looked up the hotel that is near the mall complex and booked a
room. After dinner we walked back to where we parked the car so we could drive
to the theater parking lot on the other side of the mall. As we walked through
the mall, Dawn asked me, "Hey, Trav? Did you mean what you said earlier?"  
  
"About what?"  
  
"Teaching me to swim?"  
  
"Sure I did."  
  
"Well, I saw that they had some of their summer clearance left and by this
time there may not be much left, but whatever's left would be really cheap. If
you want, you can teach me to swim at the hotel pool."  
  
"Seriously?" I asked with a smile.  
  
"Yeah," she nodded. "I mean, it's nighttime, it's an indoor pool and there
probably won't be anyone there late at night. It's about as good a situation
as any," she said with a shrug.  
  
"I guess so. As long as they have a swimsuit for each of us."  
  
She smiled. "Thank you. Let's take a look." She pulled me by my hand and led
me to the clearance racks we had passed on the way in. She riffled through and
huffed in exasperation. "Crap!"  
  
"What?"  
  
She turned around and held up a red bikini. "This is all they have in my
size."  
  
"I'm okay with that. I mean, it's just us. How much is it?"  
  
"Wow," she said, her eyes wide. "Eight dollars, down from forty-five."  
  
"Do you like it?"  
  
"I don't know. I've never worn a two-piece. Besides, I have to try it on
first."  
  
"Okay."  
  
"Let's see if we can find you one." She rummaged through a different rack of
men's summer clothes and laughed as she pulled one out. It was a navy blue
racing brief, almost shaped like a square piece of spandex. "This is it, right
here!"  
  
"You've got to be kidding me. I was thinking more along the lines of this," I
said, holding up a pair of palm tree covered green board shorts.  
  
"Tell you what, if this fits," she said, holding up the bikini, "Then you get
these." She held up the racing suit.  
  
I hesitated for a minute, but I thought it would only be fair that if she wore
something she wouldn't normally wear, that I could make the same sacrifice. I
nodded in agreement and she said we needed to try them on. I was embarrassed
at the suit, but it fit. Like a second skin. I waited for Dawn outside the
fitting room and she came out and smiled shyly, holding the bikini. "It shows
an awful lot of skin," she said.  
  
"Yeah, this thing is less than modest, too."  
  
"What do you think?"  
  
"A deal's a deal. And I think this is our best chance to get you comfortable
with the water."  
  
"Okay."  
  
I paid for them since it was my idea. We agreed that we wouldn't get any new
clothes and would just use whatever hygiene stuff we could get from the hotel
since it was only one night. We parked the car outside the theater and the
crowd was sparse, unsurprisingly. The movie was out at about 10:30 and we only
had to drive across the parking lot to get to the hotel.  
  
The hotel was nearly empty and we asked if we could get a room on the ground
floor near the pool. That was an easy request to fill and we also were given
complimentary hygiene kits with toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorants and
combs. The shampoos and soaps were already in the room, they said.  
  
I agreed to let Dawn have the bathroom to change and I changed in the main
room. I changed quickly and tried to get used to the feel of the skin-tight
suit. It was surprisingly comfortable and soon felt almost like nothing at
all. I was still nervous about wearing it, but I just had to remind myself
that the only one who would see me in it was my sister, and she was in the
same boat.  
  
I turned around when I heard the bathroom door open and my jaw dropped. "I
told you," she said, her arms crossed across her stomach.  
  
"No, it looks. . . I mean. . . wow, you look great."  
  
"Really?" Her face showed her doubt.  
  
"Really." She lowered her arms to her sides. She was trim, but not toned. She
had a great figure, but she wasn't athletic. I was surprised at the size and
shape of her breasts and her hips.  
  
"Okay," she said. "Well, let's get going before I change my mind." She turned
to get some towels off the rack and I noticed that her butt was full and
round. I realized her jeans hadn't been lying. I mentally smacked myself for
looking at my sister this way.  
  
She turned back around and looked at me. She looked down and her eyes went
wide for just a second before she said, "Yours looks good, too." She walked
quickly toward the door and I looked down to check out my suit before I left
the room. Shit! I had a semi! I was worried about my package being on display
in this suit. I'm a little over 7 ½ inches and pretty girthy when hard. Having
a semi filled me in pretty good and made me a little more visible than I would
have liked in this suit. Otherwise I'm pretty average in build, not especially
muscular or athletic, but not skinny either.  
  
I pulled the door closed behind me and rushed to catch up to Dawn, who was
just about to enter the pool area. The windows that separated the indoor pool
from the back of the lobby were covered in condensation due to the warm air of
the heated pool. When we walked in, it felt almost tropical, especially
compared with the freezing temperature outside and the cooler lobby.  
  
I eased into the pool, doing my best to make sure my groin was submerged
before I turned to see Dawn walking down the stairs. The towels were folded on
the table at the edge of the pool and my sister eased down into the warm
water, her white skin broken up by the red miniature bikini. Her raven hair
had been pulled back into a ponytail and her pale blue eyes looked right into
mine with a nervous expression.  
  
I smiled and extended my hand. She reached for my hand and walked toward me
with a nervous smile. She glided toward me, our hands clasped and I sank down
to my knees so that the water came up to my chin. She followed my lead and her
breathing increased. "Relax," I said. "You can stand up any time you want.
Just breathe and let the water rest at your chin." I breathed in and she
followed and then followed me as I breathed out. In and out, in and out.
"Good," I said.  
  
After a minute I said, "Okay, now we're going to start getting water in our
faces."  
  
"Okay," she nodded anxiously.  
  
"Remember, you're still touching the bottom so you can stand if you need to."
She nodded. "Now breathe in and out through your mouth." I showed her how to
do it and she followed me. "Keep going and I'm going to show you how to do it
while you swim." She nodded as she breathed. I breathed in through my mouth,
then lowered my mouth into the water and blew bubbles slowly. I repeated the
process and after about the fourth time, Dawn put her mouth in the water for
the first time and blew bubbles.  

She jumped up to her feet and squealed, "I did it!"  
  
She startled me and I quickly stood with her. She wrapped her arms around my
neck tightly, our nearly naked bodies pressed together in the warm pool. This
was a first for us because we rarely ever went swimming or anything, and when
we did she was in a one-piece suit and I was in board shorts. I slowly backed
away. "Good job. You ready for some more?"  
  
"Yes!" She lowered again, her mouth right at the water line.  
  
"Okay," I smiled, lowering in front of her. "We can do one of two things. We
can get your face further into the water so you get used to it first, or we
can move to a little deeper water and teach you to float."  
  
"Mmm, what do you think?"  
  
"I think you're doing great getting water in your face, which is important,
but I think if you can float, you will feel more confident in deeper water
knowing that you're not going to sink. And I'll be here with you."  
  
"Let's do that."  
  
"Okay, keep your hand on the edge and we'll make our way to the deep end." The
water only got to six feet deep, but it was enough that our feet wouldn't
touch the bottom if our heads were above the surface. Dawn nervously followed
me along the wall with both hands, her fingertips pink as she gripped the
concrete lip of the pool deck.  
  
"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded quickly, a worried expression on her face.  
  
"All right, give me your hand." She let go of the wall with one hand and let
me take it. I pushed off from the wall and kicked lightly away from the wall.
I treaded water while holding her hand and told her we were going to help her
float on her back. I showed her how to do it and explained that her body was
designed to float. With air in her lungs she would float. We talked about it
for a minute and finally she was ready to try. With one hand gripping the wall
and with me holding the other, she felt secure enough to risk it. I floated by
her head and supported her lightly with my other hand in the middle of her
back.  
  
She slowly lowered her head and shoulders back and I encouraged her to take a
deep breath and she was soon floating with little support from me. She smiled,
laughing a little and muttering, "I'm floating!"  
  
"You're doing great, Dawn," I said loudly enough for her to hear me through
the water. When she took a deep breath at my command a second time, her chest
rose up through the water, her red bikini breaking the surface. I noticed the
bumps of her nipples pressed against the center of the fabric triangles. I
felt myself stir again and tried to refocus on the task at hand. I told her to
exhale so she could feel herself begin to sink and then to take in a deep
breath to see the difference. She blew out and began to settle below the
water, but quickly bobbed back up when she inhaled sharply.  
  
"See? You can float. I'm going to move my hand off your back, but I still have
your hand." She nodded quickly, her face breaking the surface, looking up at
the ceiling. I pulled back a little and she didn't sink at all. She smiled.
"Okay, let go of the wall. I've still got you." She let go of the wall and I
pulled her away from it only a couple of feet so that she floated near the
wall, but only supported by the loose grip of my hand. "You okay?"  
  
"Yeah," she smiled. "This is cool."  
  
"Relax, okay? I'm going to let go of your hand, but I'm right here."  
  
"Okay." I let go of her hand and she didn't move. A smile came to her face and
she floated silently, unsupported for the first time. "I can't believe it,"
she whispered. I told her to gently move her arms back and to lightly kick her
legs and corrected her as I watched her move slowly back toward the shallow
end. I stayed near her head and drifted back with her so she would know I was
there. I felt my feet touch bottom and walked backward with her as she
continued to swim backward.  
  
"Hey, Dawn?"  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"Stand up."  
  
She drifted downward and laughed when her feet touched the bottom. She quickly
stood and she squealed with laughter when she realized she was standing chest
deep in the water. "I did it!" she yelled. "I was swimming!" Again she
embraced me tightly and held onto me. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she
cried into my ear.  
  
I held her against me, enjoying her excitement. Maybe a little too much. I
don't know what had come over me in recent months. Maybe it was my lack of sex
or the infusion of porn since my breakup with Karen. Maybe it was just the
fact that I had always known my sister was pretty, but the newness of seeing
her (maybe anyone?) in a bikini, and having a nearly naked female body pressed
against me didn't help.  
  
I closed my eyes and just felt her body against me. Her skin was soft and
warm, especially in the pool water. I noticed that after a time her grip
loosened, but she didn't let go. It wasn't until she let go moments later that
I also released her. Her face was only a few inches from my face and we looked
into each other's eyes before she eased into a smile and quickly backed away,
splashing my face when she shoved water toward me with cupped hands.  
  
"Hey!" I yelled, coughing and laughing as she squealed and tried to run
through the water, making slow progress. I lunged at her, torpedoing through
her wake and picking her up from behind. Her screaming laughter and pleas for
mercy filled the mostly-glass room and echoed off the walls. I knew better
than to throw her into the water the way I would with most anyone else.
"You're lucky I love you as much as I do," I said, setting her back on her
feet.  
  
"I know," she laughed.  
  
"Come on, let's get you used to having some water in your face. Now that you
can float face up, you need to be able to float face-down."  
  
"Why?"  
  
"Survival. It's more natural to float face down and if you ever get tired or
are in an emergency in the water for a long time, floating face down is going
to keep you from getting exhausted."  
  
For the next half hour we worked to get her used to having her face in the
water, floating face down and taking breaths from the side. Dawn did really
well and felt more comfortable learning to tread water and dog paddling around
the pool as she followed me. I hadn't seen her this proud and excited in a
long time.  
  
"Pool's closed," called the front desk attendant, sticking her head through
the door.  
  
"Oh, okay," Dawn said. "We didn't know."  
  
"It's fine," she smiled. "It closes at midnight, so it's just now closing.
You're fine. I need to lock it up in five minutes."  
  
"Okay, thank you," I said. She left and I turned to see Dawn walking toward
the stairs. I made my way over and watched her ascend the stairs. When her
hips broke the surface of the water, the red bikini clung to her ass. The
fabric had crept into her crack and the white skin of her cheeks was showing
more than I had ever seen before. My gaze was broken when she quickly reached
back and snapped the fabric from her crack. Fortunately she didn't look back
when she did it, but continued climbing the stairs.  
  
I followed her over to the table and she turned to hand me a towel. When I
took it, I noticed her eyes dart down and again she expressed. . . something.
I ran the towel over my body and when I dried my hair I had the towel draped
over my head. I looked down and was surprised to see my semi-erect prick in
fully defined outline against the wet spandex. Even the head was clearly
visible. Embarrassed, I subtly covered up and wrapped the towel around my
waist. Dawn's nipples poked against the wet red fabric of her swimsuit. She
wrapped the towel around her shoulders and huddled into it.  
  
"You ready?" I asked.  
  
"Not looking forward to that cold hallway."  
  
"Our room is close. We can make it."  
  
We walked briskly through the door and down the hall to our room. I turned the
knob and my stomach sank. My head dropped onto the door.  
  
"What?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.  
  
"I don't have the key."  
  
"Oh, my god."  
  
"I'll get one from the front desk." I darted to the lobby and called out
behind the desk. No one was there. It was freezing cold and after a few
minutes Dawn rounded the corner.  
  
"What's going on?"  
  
"No one's here."  
  
"Seriously?" She was obviously exasperated.  
  
"I know. Let's go sit in the breakfast area away from the door and get
something hot to drink."  
  
"Okay," she sighed. Fortunately they had hot chocolate, which was her
favorite. She liked two packets instead of one and I poured them into the
paper cup before adding hot water and a top. I repeated the same for myself
and settled in next to my sister. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her
close as we sipped our hot chocolate. Christmas music played quietly in the
lobby as we kept each other as warm as we could. Finally I heard a door close
and stood to look into the lobby. The same desk clerk was behind the desk
again.  
  
"She's back," I said, helping Dawn to her feet. She walked with me as I
approached the desk.  
  
"Excuse me."  
  
"Yes, sir?" she asked, looking up, suddenly concerned. "Oh, my! Aren't you
cold?"  
  
"Yeah," I laughed. "I left our key in the room so we couldn't get in. Can I
get another one?"  
  
"Of course! I'm so sorry."  
  
"It's fine. My fault."  
  
The attendant created another key for our room and handed it to me. Dawn and I
rushed down the cold hallway to our room and a flood of relief washed over me
when the light turned green as I withdrew the card. Unfortunately we had not
turned on the heater in our room, so the temperature difference was not
significant enough to make us feel better. Dawn ran over to the heater and
cranked it up, shivering in front of the vent. She stood over it with her arms
extended as if she were warming herself by a campfire.  
  
"It's freezing in here," she said. "Come warm me up."  
  
I cuddled up next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. I draped a
blanket over us both and we huddled over the vent, waiting for the air to warm
up. After a couple of minutes it was warm enough to begin making us more
comfortable. Dawn still stayed pressed against me, shivering.  
  
"I can't get warm," she said. Her skin was still cool and I wrapped both arms
around her, embracing her from behind. "Man, how are you warm already?"  
  
"I don't know."  
  
"Well, don't let go. It feels really good."  
  
I squeezed her tight, bringing a giggle from her. We were both cocooned in the
velour blanket with warm air blowing up from underneath. Again, my body began
to respond, regardless of how I felt about it. It began to get a little
uncomfortable when my growing erection was kind of bent to the left. It was
even more uncomfortable when it straightened up and actually pressed against
my sister's ass. Great, I thought, how do I get out of this one?  
  
"Um. . . Trav?"  
  
Shit! "Yeah?"  
  
"Are you. . . I mean. . . is that you?"  
  
"Sorry. I can't help it."  
  
She laughed and pressed her rear back against me. "Does this help?" she
laughed.  
  
I pulled back a little. "Come on, Dawn, knock it off."  
  
She pushed back again, forcing me to take a step back. "What's the matter,
Travis? You got a boner?"  
  
"Seriously! Stop it!" I continued to step back, but Dawn continued to pull the
blanket tight so that I couldn't escape, and she kind of chased me with her
ass, as weird as that sounds.  
  
"Oooh, Travis has a hard-on," she teased laughingly. "You should get your
girlfriend to take care of that for you."  
  
"Not funny, Dawn." I tried backing away some more, but it only pulled her back
with me. I suddenly fell backward onto the bed and my sister fell on top of me
with her full weight. My arms instinctively wrapped tightly around her and she
let go of the blanket. I realized that my sister was lying on top of me, my
cock against her ass and my hands holding her tits.  
  
She quickly scrambled up to a sitting position and I suddenly found myself
lying on the bed with my sister straddling my hips, facing my feet. I looked
down and saw my erection clearly visible in the swimsuit, the head clearly
defined. But that wasn't what caught my attention. Dawn's bikini had been
pushed to the side so that one cheek was completely visible and the edge of
the bikini was pushed into the crack of her ass. Her round, white cheek was
fully exposed, sitting on my rock solid dick. That didn't help my situation at
all.  
  
Dawn looked over her shoulder at me, blushing. She had to have felt it. She
slowly reached down and rose up a little before hooking her finger into her
swimsuit and pulling it free to cover more of her cheek again. Two things
happened, however, when she did that. First, I caught a glimpse of black hair
and I thought I saw some pussy. Second, the back of her finger rubbed the
underside of my cock. She rolled off to the side. "I told you it was too
revealing," she whispered.  
  
"No, it looks good. I mean, on you it looks good."  
  
"Yeah," she smiled. "You mentioned that." She looked down at my groin and
smiled. "A couple of times."  
  
"Listen, Dawn, I'm sorry about that." I sat up next to her. "I didn't mean for
that to happen."  
  
"I know. It's cool." I nodded my embarrassed appreciation. "Um, Travis? If you
don't mind my asking. . . how long has it been?"  
  
"Since?"  
  
"You know."  
  
"About this summer."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yeah. What about with you and Chris?"  
  
"At the end, it was mostly about blowjobs and quickies. He didn't even invest
in me. Once I found out about Megan it made sense."  
  
"So do you just. . . take care of it yourself, then?" I asked. She nodded.  
  
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "Well," said Dawn, standing up off
the bed. "I think I'm going to take that shower now."  
  
"Yeah, okay. I'll go next." As she was about to go into the bathroom I called
out, "Dawn?"  
  
She stopped and looked at me.  
  
"I would never cheat on someone like you."  
  
She smiled and looked at the floor before closing the door behind her.  
  
I turned on the television and watched the weather reports before looking out
the window at the sheets of ice coating the cars and plants. I heard the
bathroom door open and I turned to see my sister standing there, wrapped in a
towel. Her hair had been towel-dried, but not sufficiently to be dry.  
  
"Is it my turn?" I asked.  
  
She nodded. "But first I need to ask you something."  
  
"Anything," I said, taking a step toward her.  
  
She took a deep breath. "I need your opinion. I hate to ask, but honestly,
you're the only one I trust."  
  
"I'm serious, Dawn. You can ask me anything."  
  
She paused and then said, "Well, Chris said some hurtful things to me during
our relationship. One of the things that came up several times was. . . well,
he said my body was funny-shaped."  
  
My face became hot with anger. "What?" I asked quietly.  
  
"Calm down, Trav," she said, putting a hand out toward me. "It doesn't matter
now. But between his cheating on me and me going to college soon, I need to
know the truth. Am I shaped funny?"  
  
"Absolutely not!"  
  
"Are you sure?"  
  
"Of course I'm sure! You're gorgeous!"  
  
"Can I ask another favor of you? And you have to promise not to laugh."  
  
"I'd do anything for you; you know that."  
  
"Well, Chris mostly talked about. . . about my butt. He said it was too big
for my body."  
  
"I ought to kick his ass!" I seethed.  
  
"Travis, no! That's not what I need." She calmed down a little. "I need. . . I
need an honest opinion. See, I thought it was kind of nice until he started
making fun of it. Now I'm not sure. Don't laugh and don't freak out, but I
need a. . . a fresh perspective. A first impression if you will."  
  
She didn't even give me a chance to say anything, but quickly turned around
while dropping her towel. Suddenly there she was, naked, her back to me. It
took me a moment to catch my breath. Naturally my eyes went straight to her
ass. It was full and round and yes her hips flared a little more than with
some women, compared to her smaller waist, but it wasn't abnormally huge.  
  
"Beautiful," I said quietly. I wasn't trying to answer her; it just came out.  
  
"What?" she called back over her shoulder.  
  
"I said you're beautiful."  
  
"Seriously? You're not just saying that?"  
  
I took a couple of steps toward her. She flinched when my hand touched her
shoulder and she quickly cupped her breasts, even though her back was to me. I
put my hands on her shoulders and caressed her lightly.  
  
"Dawn, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I've always thought so."
I ran my fingertips down her back, bringing a shiver from her, but she didn't
comment. She didn't step away like I expected she would. She sighed as my
fingers traced down to her lower back. I continued downward, feeling the swell
of her butt. Still further south I moved and it wasn't long before I gently
cupped and squeezed her cheeks. She moaned quietly. "Chris is a fool," I
whispered into her ear. "This is a perfect ass. Do you have any idea how many
times I watched you walk away?"  
  
"You're not supposed to do that," she said quietly.  
  
"I know, but I couldn't help it. It's as beautiful as I imagined." I continued
to feel it, caressing and squeezing it. I cupped it again, this time
separating the cheeks and running my fingers all the way down into the crack.
I felt the coarse little hairs that I had seen earlier and again my sister
moaned audibly.  
  
"I don't think anyone has ever called my ass beautiful," she said.  
  
"Well, I will. I didn't know if you knew that I was an ass man."  
  
"Mm-mm," she shook her head, biting her bottom lip.  
  
"And yours is the best I've ever seen."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Really." I ran my fingertip along her rosebud, bringing a gasp. "Or touched."
Her crack was wet from the shower and I pressed the tip of my finger in a
little.  
  
"Oohh," she sighed, pressing back a little.  
  
"You like that?" I asked.  
  
"Yessss," she whined.  
  
"It's tight," I said. "I bet Chris had a hard time getting in there."  
  
"He said it was gross," she said, whimpering as my fingertip pressed in before
withdrawing. "Besides," she offered as she turned her head to look me in the
eye, "He's not as big as you are." Her hand came back and gripped my shaft
through the swimsuit. "That would be tough to take."  
  
I sighed and withdrew my finger, squeezing both cheeks again. My sister
stroked me over the swimsuit, occasionally squeezing me.  
  
After a minute of this I asked, "Dawn, are you sure about this?"  
  
She looked me in the eye. "No." She gave me another squeeze and turned to face
me. "No, I'm not sure." She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed for
the first time. My hands naturally made their way to her hips and around to
her ass as our tongues twirled around each other.  
  
She backed away, leaving her arms around my neck. "Can I see you?" She glanced
down at my crotch.  
  
I smiled and stepped back. I looked her over and noticed her full breasts with
bright pink nipples on pale areolae. She had a narrow triangle of black hair
on her mound, which immediately drew my attention due to its stark contrast
and, of course, its placement. "Damn, sis. You're gorgeous."  
  
She blushed and looked as if she didn't know what to do with her hands. I took
her hands and said, "Why don't you help me out here?" I placed her hands on my
lower stomach, right at the waistband of my swimsuit.  
  
My sister curled her fingers into my waistband and pulled down, working her
hands around to the side to pull on the wet, tight spandex. She had to stoop
to do it as she worked it over my butt, but when her hands came back around
the front, she pulled down and my erection snapped up, smacking against my
stomach.  
  
"Oh!" she gasped. She stared at it, wide-eyed, my swim trunks suspended like a
rubber band stretched around my thighs.  
  
"Sit down," I said, guiding her to the nearby couch. As she sat down, I
removed my trunks the rest of the way. My erection bobbed in front of her,
each heartbeat making it twitch. She looked at it, then up at me. "Well?" I
asked.  
  
"Definitely bigger than Chris," she said quietly, almost timidly. She reached
her hand up, but stopped and pulled it back before she touched me. "Can I?"
she asked, her eyes pleading.  

"I'd like that."  
  
She smiled and reached forward again. Her face was etched in. . . I don't
know. . . concentration? Dawn looked to be inspecting me. The skin on my dick
was slightly pinker, every artery and vein visible. My hair was trimmed short,
my balls and shaft bare (something one of my exes, Erica, helped me with
before rewarding me generously in return; I've just never wanted to let it
grow back, the smoothness of the skin and the enhanced appearance appealing to
me very much.), and when Dawn's tiny hand finally wrapped gently around my
shaft, I sighed in pleasure.  
  
"So heavy," she said. She looked up at me and smiled. "And thick."  
  
I stroked her head once and as I brought my hand down the side, she closed her
eyes and nuzzled her cheek into my palm. I knelt down in front of her and
kissed her gently. She again leaned in to kiss me, this time licking along my
upper lip. I returned her kiss and stroked along her thighs, sliding them up
along her hips and back around front to eventually cover her breasts. She
gasped around my tongue.  
  
"Your breasts are gorgeous, Dawn. Just like your ass. And the rest of you."  
  
"You really think so?"  
  
"Mm-hmm. I really think so." I pinched her nipples lightly, bringing a squeal.
Her forehead rested against mine and she again grabbed my erection, her other
hand squeezing my shoulder up by my neck.  
  
"You're beautiful, too, Trav." She stroked me slowly, twisting as she pulled.
"You're dripping," she said, looking me in the eye. We both looked down and
watched her hand, slick with my pre-cum, slide along my length, creating a
matted sheen on the shaft and head.  
  
"Your hand feels so good," I said. "I won't last long if you keep that up."
She took her hand away.  
  
"I don't want that." She took my hand and scooted forward a little on the
couch so that just her ass was on the edge, and she put my hand to her pussy.
Her lips were splayed open, wet, reaching through her sparse black hair to
greet me, welcoming me. She cooed at my touch and my cock twitched.  
  
"You're so wet," I breathed, amazed at how slick she was.  
  
"I know," she whined as I rubbed her with my fingers. "I can't help it."  
  
"I love it." I couldn't help myself, so I bent down and took a nipple into my
mouth.  
  
"OH!" she yelped, squeezing the base of my neck again. "Oh, my god!" She
continued to moan and whimper as I sucked and licked at her breasts and
nipples while I rubbed her lips. I curled my middle and ring fingers upward
and pressed into her as she rocked her hips against my hand. I gripped the
side of her hip, the soft flesh so feminine in my hand. My sister continued to
rock against my fingers, her forehead now buried against my shoulder as I
whispered in her ear.  
  
"You're so sexy, Dawn, the way you move, the noises you make when you're
turned on, the way your tiny hand grips my cock. . ."  
  
"Faster," she breathed. I picked up the pace of my fingers thrusting into her.  
  
"You're so fucking hot, Dawn." Her head snapped up and we looked each other in
the eye. Her eyes were ablaze with passion; I'd never seen anything like it
from her before. Hell, I don't think I'd ever seen anything like it from
anyone before. She forced her tongue into my mouth, her hand on my cock again
and her other hand pinching her own nipples.  
  
"Oh, fuck!" she whined into my mouth before pulling away slightly. Her eyes
pinched shut and her pussy clamped around my fingers. "AAAAAAAaaah!" she
cried. The scream caught in her throat, her entire body tense and her mouth
opened in a scream that wouldn't come. She had a death grip on my cock, but
refused to move at all. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. Her body and
hand relaxed after a few seconds and she collapsed backward onto the couch.  
  
I looked down and my hand was soaked. This was the first time I had actually
had a good look at my sister's pussy. It was beautiful. The lips were full and
long, a bright pink, slick and shiny with her arousal, surrounded by a thin
thatch of black hair. Her full cheeks created a welcoming support beneath and
where her thighs met her ass, the inner, bottom edge of the globes were
clearly defined, soft and white as they floated in the air at the edge of the
little hotel couch.  
  
"Oh, wow," breathed Dawn. "That was intense."  
  
I leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips as I ran my hand fingers
lightly up her thigh. "There's plenty more," I whispered. "I want to give you
as much pleasure as you can handle."  
  
She laughed. "I'm usually done after one."  
  
"Why is that?" I asked.  
  
She kind of shrugged and looked away. "I don't know. It's all I need."  
  
By this time my hand had made it to her mound and I twirled my fingers in her
tuft. "I think we can do better than one."  
  
"No, that's okay. Let's take care of you." She started to sit up, but I pulled
away.  
  
"Nope. I'm not done yet." I kissed my way down her body as I talked. "I want
you to know what you can have [kiss]. What you can feel [kiss]. What true
sexual pleasure is [kiss on the mound]." I looked up at her and she was
looking down her body at me as I hovered over her wet pink. I planted a kiss
just above her clitoris and she gasped lightly.  
  
"No one's ever. . ."  
  
I flicked her clit with my tongue.  
  
"OH!" she yelped, her eyes wide.  
  
"Watch me," I said quietly. "Watch me eat you." She nodded and I took her
labia into my mouth and sucked on them. She mumbled something with a furrowed
brow. I pulled away, her lips still trapped, and her eyes grew wide as she
watched and felt her lips being stretched away from her body with my lips.
They slipped free and I chased them back, this time using the flat of my
tongue to make a long swipe from the bottom of her pussy up to the clitoral
hood, which I gently sucked on before repeating it a few more times.  
  
"Oh, my god," she whined, starting to relax and enjoy it. "I never knew it
would feel that good."  
  
I pressed my face against her pussy and moaned in my own pleasure, knowing it
was vibrating through her. She moaned in response and I stuck my tongue into
her and tried to lick her walls inside. As I ate her pussy, varying my
technique, she rolled her hips and grabbed the back of my head, constantly
whining or groaning or whimpering or cursing. After a few minutes, she pulled
my head firmly into her and came, trickling into my mouth. I quickly moved to
her clit and lightly circled it with my tongue, burying my two fingers back
into her, fucking her with them while I flicked at her clit with my tongue. It
didn't take her long to come again, clamping around my fingers as she had the
first time I buried them inside her.  
  
I withdrew my fingers and slid up to kiss her again. As we kissed, she moaned
and pulled back, licking her lips. "That's what I taste like?"  
  
"Mm-hmm. You're delicious."  
  
She giggled, "I wouldn't call it delicious."  
  
"I wouldn't order a glass of it off a menu," I said with a smile, "But in the
context, you look and smell and taste amazing. I could spend all day down
there." I moved down to make my point, but she quickly stopped me with a
laugh.  
  
"I believe you," she said. She sat up and made room for me. She pulled the
blanket up off the floor and lay her head back on my lap, covering herself and
my legs. I stroked her hair as she spoke. "I've never had a boyfriend want to
do that for me." She sounded sad. "I thought sex was what you did with someone
you loved. . . well, thought you loved, and it was supposed to make the
relationship stronger. No one has done for me what you've done just in one
night." She turned her head to look up at me. "Thank you," she smiled.  
  
"The night's not over yet," I grinned, wriggling my eyebrows. She smiled and
then got a worried look on her face.  
  
"Oh, my god!" she cried. "I'm blue-balling you!"  
  
"No, no! Relax. I can wait. I would love to do. . . god, all kinds of things
with you, but I don't want to take advantage of you and I want you to enjoy
yourself. Worst comes to worst and I can take care of it myself. After
spending tonight with you, I'm going to come huge anyway."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Oh, yeah! I told you, you're beautiful, sexy as hell, great body, and now
that I've tasted you and watched you come? I'm all kinds of worked up."  
  
"So you're going to have a big one, huh?" she said, sitting up and kneeling on
the couch. She reached forward and stroked my rock hard, dripping cock.  
  
"At least one."  
  
"At least?" she asked, surprised.  
  
"I can almost always do two, and usually three. If I'm worked up enough."  
  
"Are you worked up enough?" she asked seductively.  
  
"Definitely. The first one's going to be quick, but it will take the edge off.
After that I'll have more control."  
  
The stroking of her hands and the sway of her breasts as she gently and slowly
jacked me off was gradually building me to what I knew would be a massive
release. I dropped my head back onto the couch and sighed at her touch. She
scooted forward just a little so that her knees were barely touching my thigh.
My eyes were closed, just enjoying the touch. I felt her hot breath on my ear.
She kissed it lightly.  
  
"How many loads do you think I can get?"  
  
"Probably three," I said quietly.  
  
"Three's good," she sighed. "Four's better."  
  
"Four?!"  
  
"What, you don't think you can give four loads to your adoring sister, who is.
. ." she looked at the ceiling with her finger on her chin, "How did you put
it? Sexy as hell?"  
  
"I don't know," I said.  
  
"Tell you what. Let's get this first one out of the way now since I know
you're so close." She reached her other hand down and two-fisted me, twisting
her hands in opposite directions as she stroked my shaft, rubbing over the
ridge on every pass. In literally less than a minute, my toes curled and a
fire burst in my belly. My rectum clinched up and my hips involuntarily thrust
up off the couch. Dawn squealed when my seed exploded out the end of my prick,
launching several streams into the air before splattering on my chest, stomach
and legs, as well as her arms before the final dribbles rolled down my shaft
and over her fingers.  
  
"Holy shit," I sighed, coming down from a head rush. "Damn, Dawn, where did
you learn to do that?"  
  
"Do you really want to know?" she laughed.  
  
"You're right. Who cares?" I smiled at her. I looked down at myself and
noticed I was covered in my own cum. Dawn looked at her hands and giggled as
she played with the pearly cream on her fingers.  
  
"That was a lot of cum." She stood from the couch and walked to the bathroom
where she ran some water and returned with a wet washcloth. She had apparently
already cleaned her own hands and arms, and she used the warm cloth to clean
me up. It felt nice and I sighed at her touch.  
  
Dawn returned the washcloth to the bathroom and knelt between my legs, placing
her hands on my thighs. "That's one," she said. "Are you ready for number
two?"  
  
"Don't I get to rest?"  
  
"Do you need to?"  
  
"I don't know."  
  
"I'll let you rest after this one." She stroked my thighs and looked me up and
down from my face to my crotch. "God, you're hot," she breathed. "And your
prick is perfect."  
  
"Perfect?" I asked skeptically.  
  
She looked me in the eye. "Perfect." She stroked it lightly. "It's thick and
long and hard, defined by veins, with a big head." I pulsed in her hand at her
description. She giggled. "Flex it again for me." I did and she squeezed the
base tightly, causing the veins to stand out in bold relief, the shaft swollen
and the head a little larger and harder as it began to turn purple. "Look at
that," she breathed. She looked me in the eye again. "Perfect."  
  
"You know the only reason I'm this hard is because of you." She loosened her
grip a little, smiled, and looked down shyly. "Look at me," I said. She did.
"You're the most beautiful woman I know, and now tonight," I shook my head in
disbelief, "I don't know that anyone could ever compare to your beauty."  
  
"I'm already naked," she giggled. "You don't have to sweet talk me."  
  
I laughed with her and reached forward to stroke her cheek. "I know, but I
really am serious. Can I confess something to you?"  
  
"Sure," she said, still languidly stroking me.  
  
"You know I've always loved you as a sister." She nodded. "For the last couple
of years, I've found myself. . . how do I say this?" I paused, trying to find
the right words. "I've been jealous of your boyfriends."  
  
"What? Why?"  
  
"Because I imagined what you would do with them. You know, the kissing and
touching. I didn't mean to feel that way," I defended. "It just happened."  
  
She smiled and tilted her head. "I had a feeling."  
  
"Was I that obvious?" I was worried that maybe others had picked up on it.  
  
"No, but I recognized it."  
  
"How?"  
  
"Let me put it to you this way: I'm naked between your knees, jerking you off
in a hotel room. Do you really think this is a sudden event because you said I
had a nice ass?"  
  
"You mean. . .? When. . .?" I shook my head, at a loss for words.  
  
She sighed and looked at my erection, which she continued to gently stimulate
me. "I'm sure you remember losing your virginity to Cicely Berfield after
Jenna's 16th birthday party?"  
  
"Of course."  
  
"Well, when you told me about it that night, I was really jealous. At first I
thought I was mad because I was still a virgin and you weren't, like that we
were twins, but you lost your virginity first. It didn't take me long to
realize that the animosity I felt toward Cicely wasn't because I thought she
was a slut; it was because I was jealous of her. She got to make love to you
and I didn't."  
  
"That was almost two years ago," I said quietly.  
  
"I know, and that was not too far off from when my own love life picked up."  
  
"Oh, my god, you're right. About three months later you lost your virginity to
Jess Garvin."  
  
"Oh, god that was awful," she laughed, dropping her forehead to my knee. I
laughed with her.  
  
"So we've just been fucking other people when what we really wanted—"  
  
"Is right here," she cut me off, nodding. She looked at my cock. "Right.
Here." She kissed the head and I jerked.  
  
"Shit, Dawn!"  
  
"Mmm," she moaned as she slid her lips down over the head, one hand stroking
my shaft and the other cupping my balls. She lifted up and said. "This is the
only cock I want. I've wanted this for a long time, and now I know for sure
that we've wanted the same thing. Now, just sit back and let your sister suck
your dick." I pulsed when she said that, but she immediately engulfed most of
me in her hot, wet mouth.  
  
It felt amazing and I couldn't help but groan and curse at her effort. She had
done this before, I was certain and I could easily have been jealous over the
guys she had perfected her technique on, but instead I relished in the fact
that she was on my dick now, the hard, throbbing cock of her twin brother, and
she had told me in no uncertain terms that she had wanted me as much as I have
wanted her. "God, you're good, Dawn."  
  
"Already?" she giggled. "I'm just trying to get used to it. Wait till I get
going." She looked me in the eye as she pushed a thick, clear stream of spit
from between her lips and rolled down her chin and over the swollen head of my
cock, which rested just against the tip of her chin. She smiled a sloppy smile
while her fist rolled over the head and smeared her droll over my head and
shaft. "Here we go." She tilted her head down and shoved her mouth down until
I could feel her throat opening against my head. I gasped at the sensation as
no one had ever attempted this with me. Every other girl had given what felt
like an obligatory blowjob and there was barely any interest in it. Dawn's
lips stretched around me and she kept her fingers circled around the base
until her lips touched them, at which point she pulled back quickly to the
head.  
  
"Holy fuck," I groaned. My sister giggled around me, apparently enjoying my
fascination at her efforts. She again engulfed me and again she embraced me
with her throat muscles. She used every technique I could think of, licking
and sucking and swallowing and jerking and even using her tongue to massage
everything from my balls to the ureter. I was most surprised when she circled
my anus with a slick finger. I was surprised for two reasons: first, it
surprised me that my sister would do that, or even thought about; second, it
actually felt really good. I didn't know that I would enjoy that as much as I
liked to think women would. After all, the one reason I was able to convince
two of my girlfriends to try anal sex we because I told them it was supposed
to feel both good and naughty. While I enjoyed the feeling of being held tight
in their backdoors, neither of them were especially thrilled with the result.
For some reason, I didn't think that MY anal anatomy was the same as that of a
woman, although in reality it is: same nerve bundle, same muscle structure, so
why not the same sensations?  
  
Dawn never pushed in, but she only circled as she continued to give me a wet,
drooling blowjob, her spit rolling down over my balls. I couldn't take it
anymore. I quickly pulled her up under her arm, crying, "Get up!"  
  
As she scrambled to her feet, startled, she cried out, "You still owe me three
more! I'm supposed to swallow this one!"  
  
"Oh, you're going to swallow it," I answered as I ripped the covers off the
bed and yanked the sheet and blanket back, the pillows falling askew. Dawn
immediately bounced on the bed on her knees, giggling and I quickly climbed
over to her, grabbing her ass and forcing my tongue into her hot mouth. Her
lips and face were sloppy with drool and we kissed passionately for just a
minute before I flopped onto my back. My sister immediately engulfed me into
her mouth again, but I smacked her full ass and she squealed before looking up
at me with a smile. "Up here," I said, pulling on her hip. Her eyes lit up.  
  
"I've never done a sixty-nine," she said excitedly.  
  
"Well, I have to taste you and I'm getting close to that second load."  
  
She climbed over my face enthusiastically and I reveled in the site of her
bright pink pussy, open before me, framed in her sparse black hair. Her pale
pink rosebud was right above it and I remembered how she had reacted when I
had inserted my fingertip just a while ago when she showed me her ass for the
first time. That full, round ass was now situated right above my face and I
was enamored. Hell, this whole situation was outrageous.  
  
I snapped back to my present reality when my cock slid quickly into a hot,
slick space and I realized that I had a promise to keep. Reaching around my
sister's hips, I squeezed her ass and took a long lick from her clit to the
bottom of her pussy. She moaned around me in response. Her head and hand moved
faster and her hips rolled and flinched as I worked.  
  
It wasn't long before I licked up to her rosebud and circled it with the tip
of my tongue. "Oh, my god," she squealed, dropping her head to my thigh, still
stroking me with her hand. "Do that again." I did and she moaned. From that
point on I spent most of my time on her pussy, but would lick up to and around
her ass in intervals. As she began to get close to her orgasm, calling out a
warning, I focused on her clit, but quickly and smoothly pressed my index
finger into her ass up to the second knuckle.  
  
"OH, FUCK!" she cried in release, and pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. I
didn't let up. As her orgasm began to subside, I continued to lick her pussy
while I gently fingered her asshole. Dawn, meanwhile redoubled her efforts on
me, which was good for me, because I really needed to come. She had a firm
grip around the base of my shaft and stroked it in time with her mouth, which
had a hard suction working in tandem with an eager tongue.  
  
"Dawn, baby!"  
  
"Do it! Come in my mouth!" she panted before taking me back in. Just as she
demanded, my balls drew up, my ass clenched up, and my cum shot up. Straight
into her mouth I exploded, feeling jolts and tingles from my head to my toes,
the nerves in my cockhead sending signals to the rest of my body as to what
was transpiring on the front. Blast after blast lurched into my sister's mouth
and I could feel her swallowing it. I was already so wet down there from her
drool, that I had no way of knowing if any of it escaped her lips. "Mmmmmm,"
she moaned quietly, cleaning me with her mouth and tongue.  

I had long before withdrawn my finger from her and had ignored her pussy and
ass during my own climax, and through lidded eyes I watched her pale white
thigh swing over my face as she turned around to curl up beside me. As she lay
down, she pulled the covers up over us. "That's two," she said, her head on my
shoulder. "How do you feel?"  
  
"Exhausted."  
  
"For now," she giggled, "But I bet I can get you worked up again pretty
quickly."  
  
"Oh, you think so, do you?" I teased.  
  
"You don't think I'm hot enough to make you come two more times tonight?"  
  
"Wow, that's not a loaded question." She laughed with me.  
  
"Aren't you worn out?" I asked. I knew that my other girlfriends had only
wanted to go once and then they were finished.  
  
"Usually I probably would be. . ." She paused and said quietly, "But I've
never made love to someone I was in love with before."  
  
My heart skipped a beat. "In. . . in love?"  
  
She sat up. "I'm sorry! I didn't freak you out, did I?"  
  
"No," I said, smiling as I propped up on my elbows. "I just didn't expect you
to feel the same way I do." She smiled a wide, excited smile and I could see
the relief wash over her. "I've never come four times in a row before, but
I've never been as turned on as I am with you. I'm sure I can go twice more."  
  
She squealed with glee and landed on my chest, kissing me passionately. After
we kissed for a minute, she pushed herself off of me and slid out of bed. She
went to the minibar and pulled out two juices. She climbed back into bed and
opened one, giving it to me, then opened another for herself. She walked to
her purse and pulled out her phone and scrolled through it as she walked back
to the bed. She hooked it up to the alarm/clock/docking station that this
recently renovated hotel had, and a heavy bass beat in a moderately slow tempo
poured from the speakers. I recognized the song immediately, but like most
songs I had no idea who it was.  
  
Besides I was too busy watching my sister move to the music, running her hands
over her body and through her hair. She tweaked her nipples and ran her
fingers through her pussy lips before bringing her fingers up to suck clean. I
was hard in no time. She stepped onto the bed and stood above me, moving and
gyrating, swiveling her hips as she straddled me, she turned away from me and
grabbed her ass, opening it up for me. By about halfway through the song, she
had lowered herself to her hands and knees, facing away from me.  
  
"What do you think, ass man?"  
  
"Oh my fucking god."  
  
My hand wrapped around my shaft and Dawn warned me off. "No touching," she
said, wagging her finger at me as she shook her head. "But I can touch myself
all I want." She dropped to her shoulders so that her perfect, full, round,
pale ass with the tiny pink knot and splayed open bright pink lips, pointed
directly at me, slick with her juices. My sister ran her fingers through her
lips from underneath and began to display her prowess in self-pleasuring. She
circled her clit and thrust first one, then two, then three fingers into
herself. "Mmmm, I have to make sure I can take a big cock," she moaned,
seemingly to herself, but I knew it was for me. My dick pulsed, forcing out a
stream of pre-cum to roll over the head and down the topside of my shaft.  
  
As Dawn continued to gyrate her hips against her hand, the music changed to
another song, not all that different than the last, almost like. . .  
  
"Is this like a masturbation playlist, or something?"  
  
"You mean you don't have one?" she giggled sexily, her fingers still moving in
and out of her puss and down across her clit. She worked herself just the way
she liked and was forcing me to watch. As she masturbated, she reached back
with the other hand and stuck her middle finger into her cunt. She slid it up
to her knot and circled it before pressing it in, her painted fingernail
disappearing into the wrinkles. "Ooooh," she sighed. Her other hand
concentrated on diddling her clit. She became more vocal, still relatively
quietly, like she was talking to herself, but I still couldn't help but think
it was for my benefit as well.  
  
"That feels so good. My brother is watching me masturbate. . . I'm so full. .
. finger in my ass. . ." She diddled faster and she buried her anal finger as
far as she could from the angle she was working it. "COMING! . . .
AAAAAAAHHHH!" Dawn yelled out her release and I watched her pussy pulse, so
openly and explicitly pointing at me like this. It was at that moment the
sexiest thing I had ever seen.  
  
She didn't even rest, but spun around and immediately took me into her mouth,
down to the root. "Dammit!" I cried, overwhelmed with pleasure. She bobbed
four or five times and pulled all the way off, a string of thick saliva
connecting her lips to my head. She smiled her typical gorgeous smile and rose
up when the string snapped. She kissed me hard, her tongue chasing mine. She
pulled back so that just our foreheads were touching.  
  
"Come and get it, brother, but control that load. You can't come in me."
Before I could respond she was immediately on her hands and knees facing away
from me again, and shook her ass. I quickly moved behind her and kissed both
cheeks of that fine, fine ass. She giggled and I moved in behind her. My cock
was throbbing at maximum capacity. I pulled her back so her hips were lowered
a little. I kept both hands on the sides of her ass and pressed forward. We
both groaned at the first touch of my cock on her cunt. Dawn didn't move as I
pushed forward, watching the swollen head of my rigid dick ease into the soft
wetness of her perfect pink. I entered her slowly, almost painfully, becoming
just as turned on to watch our first union as it was to feel it.  
  
"Holy hell, you're tight, Dawn!" I groaned.  
  
"That's because your cock is so fucking big." Her voice at that moment was
incredibly sexy. It was like she was straining to take me, but wanted it all
the same. "Keep going, Travis, I want to feel it in my throat."  
  
Hearing her talk like that was not going to help me to "control my load" as
she put it.  
  
"Oh, shit," she muttered, "I'm coming!" Her hips and pussy flinched as I
continued to push forward, invading her. I watched her swallow me slowly, my
shaft burying itself inside my sister. In a matter of a few seconds I was
completely inside her, my balls pressed against her labia. "Ooh, that's all of
it!" She reached under herself and caressed my sac as I held myself inside
her. "Fuck, that's a big dick!" She rotated her hips, and I felt her insides
moving around the circumference of my shaft and head. All the soft, pink, wet,
that was my sister's vaginal canal, explored all the hard, veiny, throbbing,
that was my glans and penis.  
  
Dawn pulled forward a little and eased back onto me with a whimper. Again she
did it, this time pulling further. On the third pull, I eased back a little
and we met in the middle, my balls bumping her clit and lips. Within a few
strokes we were working with each other to make love. She stroked me as she
moved, and I stroked her as I moved. This was so unlike my exes, who
practically "let me" put my dick in them as they lay back and take it. Yes,
some would talk dirty or move some, but mostly it felt like they saw
themselves merely as receptacles for my dick, rather than as true "sex
partners."  
  
Not Dawn, though, at least not with me. She didn't just talk, although yes,
she talked; she didn't just let me pound into her. She invested. She worked.
She squeezed and rippled and thrust and moaned and talked and came and played
and joined me in our mutual pleasure. All the knowledge of this time was
quickly drawing me to the edge. The feel of her, the knowledge of who she was,
the taboo nature of our coupling, the dirty talk, the commands, the sounds she
was making. . . all of it piled into my psyche to remind me that I needed to
release my seed into her.  
  
"Dawn. . ." I warned.  
  
"No!" she yelled, pulling forward off of me. She whipped around and pinched me
around the base. She kissed me on the lips as she held me. "Not yet, Trav.
Almost. But not yet." As she held me, she stroked herself with her other hand,
keeping her on edge. "Here," she said, sticking her chest out. I leaned down
and enjoyed her breasts with my mouth. She cooed and moaned at my work while
she continued rubbing her clit. It only lasted a few seconds before she let go
and settled onto her back in front of me. Her legs were spread and she was
still masturbating.  
  
"Come on." She reached her hand toward me, inviting me closer. Her hair was
spread out around her face and shoulders, her nipples pointed toward the
ceiling, centered on perfect mounds of pale flesh, and her legs were open in
welcome.  
  
"And I thought you were beautiful before," I said.  
  
Her smile warmed me even more. I smoothly settled over her and the hand that
had been stroking her clit, now gripped my shaft to guide me into her. I slid
home almost effortlessly, but it was no less pleasant. She sighed as I glided
into her depths. In only a few strokes I was moving into her with smooth, long
strokes. Her legs wrapped around me and she pulled me in for a kiss.  
  
We kissed and whispered our pleasure and desire and love to each other. I had
never been so connected to someone sexually before, and I think Dawn was
right. This wasn't just sex. This was love. It was a full expression of love
for someone I fully loved. My sister's brow wrinkled and she came again,
pulsing around me. It was time. She wouldn't deny me again.  
  
"I'm getting close," I whispered.  
  
"Not in me," she smiled. "Up here," she said, cupping her tits.  
  
I quickly pulled out and Dawn immediately propped onto her elbows, squeezing
her tits together with her hands. Her breasts weren't super big, but they were
beautiful and the sight of her cupping them to catch me was enticing beyond
belief. I pointed the head down as I straddled her chest and the slickness of
her pussy coating my cock allowed me to slide through her cleavage from crown
to base. It felt divine. The only ex I had with tits big enough to fully
envelope me was disgusted by the thought of a good tit fuck. "I'm more than
big tits!" she complained.  
  
The topside of my erection was still clearly exposed, but Dawn kept her
breasts squeezed together to massage me on the sides and bottom, and it was
divine. To add to it, she drooled into her cleavage when she sat up so that it
was slick for me. Every time the head would push through, she lapped at it,
which was a fantasy turn-on for me. The dick that had just been in her cunt,
covered in her juices, was now thrusting through her tits and onto her tongue.
She pushed her head forward on occasion so that I could thrust the head into
her mouth. This sounds like a long time, but it was no more than a few
seconds, certainly no more than a minute.  
  
"Here it is," I groaned. She let go of her tits and sucked me into her mouth,
with one hand around the base. I gripped the headboard for balance and let her
have her way. It felt fucking incredible. She bobbed a few times, then pulled
back and stuck out her chest, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extended. It
was suddenly clear what she wanted and that was the final boost I needed to
explode.  
  
And explode I did. The first stream was heavy and thin and plastered Dawn in
the cheek and the corner of her mouth, only a little making it into her mouth.
The next blast was even heavier and glued her right eye close while also
arcing up into her hair in a line up her forehead. The next two blasts hit her
in the nose and mouth, dribbling down her chin and the final few ejections
fell onto her breasts. She stroked me slowly in a death grip, bringing the
last drops up my shaft and sucked me clean with a smile. My knees were shaking
and the feel of her mouth on my very sensitive head made me laugh as I tried
to pull away. She laughed with me, holding me by my dick and licking me clean
just for torture. Her one eye was winked closed, but she looked up at me with
a smile and one eye open.  
  
"How do I look?" she asked. "Sexy?"  
  
"You have no idea."  
  
"Take a picture. I want to see what I look like freshly fucked with my
brother's cum on my face."  
  
"Holy shit," I muttered, reaching for her phone on the nightstand.  
  
"Do video."  
  
"Uh, yeah, okay," I said. While I opened the photo app, she told me to take
pictures while the video ran. I nodded when it was running.  
  
"Hi, Trav. I don't ever want you to forget tonight. I hope this helps." She
began running her fingers through the cum on her face, pushing it into her
mouth. I snapped pictures as she teased me through the screen. I watched her
continue to clean off her face before turning her attention to her breasts.
Once she was as clean as she could probably get this way, she said, "Don't
turn that off.  
  
"You see," she said as she began rubbing her body, "I have presented a
challenge and I have to see it all the way through. My gorgeous twin brother,
Travis, doesn't think I can get four loads of cum out of him in one night."
She laughed as she said. "Did you just see the load on my face? That was
number three, and it was the smallest of the three so far." She began scooting
off the bed as she looked at the camera. "The first one," she said, "came
because I gave him a handjob. I have to say, it was the biggest orgasm I had
ever seen from a boy." She walked over to her purse as she talked, her naked
backside coming into view, jiggling nicely as she walked.  
  
"The second one," she continued, looking in her purse, "I swallowed. I sucked
him dry and swallowed everything he gave me. And IT was a LOT! I'm pretty
proud of that one." She pulled a little packet out of her purse, which I
assumed was a condom. I became excited again and started to, surprisingly,
feel a stirring. She walked closer a little bit, but only enough that she was
still visible from the top of her head to her knees.  
  
"The third one," she laughed, "You saw already. That was the THIRD load! Do
you believe how much he came after having been jerked off and sucked dry? You
know what caused his load to be that big?" She stroked her pussy. "This. It
was my sweet, tight pussy. He pushed that huge cock into me and stretched me
out so good." Her eyes were closed as she stroked herself and spoke. Then she
opened them again. "First, he drilled me from behind." She turned her back to
me and bent over. "His hips smacked into this ass every time he plowed into
me. He loves my ass. He told me so." She knelt on the bed again as she
continued her account. "But I didn't let him come in me. I don't trust birth
control enough to be that 1 percent that gets knocked up, and where would that
leave me?" She settled onto her back where she was before, her legs spread.
"Instead, I lay back like this and he fucked me on top. My tits were bouncing
as he pounded that thick dick into my tight, dripping cunt. My god," she
rolled her eyes, "Was that fucking amazing. When it was time for him to come,"
she pushed her tits together, "He slid his cock right here and fucked my tits
until he came on me.  
  
"So that's the three shots I've pulled out so far. OH, LOOK!" she squealed.
"He's hard again already," she laughed, looking at my erection. "That
certainly didn't take long. Show them your prick, Travis." In a daze, I turned
the phone downward to show my throbbing erection in the screen. I saw Dawn's
hand grip it and moved it to show her face close to it. "I told you it was
big. You won't be able to get the full effect on screen, so you're just going
to have to take my word for it," she giggled. "But see? Look how much I can
take." She slowly worked her mouth onto my erection, working down and up,
taking more each time. I had a hard time holding the camera on the image, but
I wanted to make sure she was happy with my effort. I caught her taking the
whole thing before she pulled off. "Ta da!" she sang with a smile.  
  
"Unfortunately, for this next part we won't be able to film it. I don't want
either of us distracted so we can enjoy ourselves. Maybe we'll interrupt for a
few pictures, but that will depend on how things are going. I'll definitely
take the final pictures and maybe some more video when we're finished. You
ready, Trav? You want to know how I'm going to get that fourth load of cum out
of you?  
  
"Okay, I'll give you some hints. Ummm. . ." she looked at the ceiling. "Okay,
first hint. It's the first thing you mentioned about my body. . . No? Okay. .
. It's the only place I haven't used on you. . . still no? Okay, just one more
hint." She held up the little packet to the camera and said, "We're going to
need this!" The camera automatically zoomed on the writing on the packet,
which was a travel pack of personal lubricant. I had already had my
suspicions. Okay, what the hell, they were hopes, but my sister was taking
away any doubt.  
  
"That's right, Trav. I've had my finger in there, and I've even had a toy in
there. Tonight you put your finger in it and even licked on it. But now, I'm
ready. I want to feel your big hard cock stretching my tiny little ass. I want
you to take my anal cherry, Travis." She shuddered as she said it, then turned
onto her hands and knees, facing away from me. "What do you think, Travis? You
said you're an ass man. Don't you want to be MY ass man? The only man who has
ever been inside THIS ass?" She laughed again. "I'll take your silence and the
look on your face as a yes. Okay, so I have to go," she said. "It's time for
my amazing brother to fuck me in the ass. Like I said, we'll have some after
pictures and maybe some video," she winked. "Bye!" she waved sweetly to the
camera.  
  
I turned it off, my stomach filled with knots and my prick engorged to its
maximum, which had never happened after three orgasms. And I had never come
that big so many times. I was confident, however, that Dawn would get that
fourth load.  
  
"Holy shit, Dawn, that was so fucking hot!"  
  
She knee walked to me. "I'm glad you think so." She smiled a wicked, horny
smile. "I was serious about all that. I want it. I'm itching for it. I've
played back there before, but I never thought I would want a cock back there
like I want yours. I don't even care that it's that big and that it will
probably hurt. I want it so bad. I've never had anyone talk about my ass the
way you have tonight and I want you to have it. I want you to have it from now
on. You can come into my room and fuck me raw right under mom and dad's noses.
Throat fuck me, pussy, ass, whatever."  
  
"Damn. . ."  
  
"I may even come into your room while you sleep and suck you dry. For now,
however," she said, gripping and stroking my cock firmly, "I need this in my
ass." Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and both my hands gripped her
full ass, pulling her to me and spreading her cheeks apart, opening her
crudely. She moaned into my mouth as she continued to attack my tongue with
her own. The way we were positioned on the bed allowed me to see my sister's
backside in the mirror. As I gripped and pulled on her cheeks I saw her pink
pussy opened up, her little pink knot above it. I let go of her cheeks and
moved my hands down and inside quickly, forcing them into her cunt, bringing a
squeal and moan from her.  
  
"Yeah, Trav. Use me. Open me up."  
  
"I can see everything in the mirror, Dawn."  
  
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. She watched with me as I
opened up her pussy with my fingers "God, I'm wet," she muttered. "Look at
that."  
  
"I'm just getting my fingers wet. I'm gonna do the same thing to that sexy
little asshole."  
  
"Hell, just do it," she whined. "Put your fingers in me and get me ready for
that cock."  
  
"Hold your ass open for me," I demanded. She didn't even hesitate. She grabbed
both cheeks and pulled up and out. She looked incredible, opening herself for
me, hot and slutty, but still my sister the anal virgin. I drove the index and
middle fingers of both hands into her pussy, bringing a squeal from her at the
intrusion. Pulling them out, I coated her backdoor with her own natural
lubricant and repeated the process two more times. I gently, but forcibly
pressed my index finger into her ass, bringing a long groaning sigh from her.
My dick twitched at the sight, the feeling and the sound.  

"You ready for another one?" I asked.  
  
"God, it burns a little, but for fuck's sake, give me another one. I need to
be ready for that dick." I dipped my index finger back into her before adding
it to the first one. I had never done this before, so I didn't have any
experience to tell her a better way, but as far as I was concerned, she was
asking me to stretch out her ass with my fingers, so who was I to say no?  
  
"That's it," I whispered into her ear. "That's two fingers up your ass."  
  
"I'm already full," she said, looking up at me. "But I can't wait to be filled
up completely." We kissed heavily as she held her cheeks apart and my fingers
massaged just inside her anus. I want you in my pussy again while you open up
my ass. Please. I need it."  
  
I couldn't argue with that, and I wanted to be inside her again, too. My dick
was positively dripping in anticipation. I dropped back onto the bed and my
sister climbed over me. She gripped me and shoved her pussy all the way down,
letting out a wail when she landed. She began to bounce on me, but I had to
stop her.  
  
"You don't want me to come, do you? Not until I've taken your ass?"  
  
"No," she pouted, impatient for a release.  
  
I brushed her hair back behind her ear as she leaned over me, her hair a
drape, her tits beautifully suspended. "Lie on me. Grind your clit on me while
I get you ready." She smiled and nodded, appreciating the idea. She leaned
down to kiss me gently, then lay her head on my shoulder and rolled her hips
gently, whimpering and sighing. Again I gathered her lubrication from the
entrance to her pussy and pressed the tips of my index fingers back into her
backdoor, bringing another whine of pleasure. This time I pressed in further
and could actually feel my fingers on the underside of my prick. I pulled my
hips back and pushed back into her, bringing us both immense pleasure. I
couldn't believe how good it felt for both of us when I had a finger in her
backdoor while I fucked her.  
  
I had to keep from doing that again or I would certainly blow my top before I
even got back there. "Let me eat you while I get you ready."  
  
"Oh, god. Even better!" She rolled off of me and lay on her back. I buried my
fingers in her knot, all the way up to the knuckles, causing her to squeal.
"Too much!" she whined. "So big!"  
  
"Not yet," I smiled, shoving my face into her box. My saliva and her juices
continually lubricated her anus for my fingers and I kept my fingers moving in
her until she seemed more used to them. She began to enjoy it more, the
discomfort having given way to pure dirty pleasure. She came twice while I ate
and fingered her.  
  
"No more," she pleaded, coming off her orgasm. "Now! I want it now!" I climbed
up and reached for the lube packet. "Get the phone." I reached for her phone
and she pulled her legs back. She held the phone above us and shot video of
her wide open cunt, her hard nipples and me spreading lubricant on my cock and
on her asshole.  
  
"Do it," she said breathlessly. "I want to get video of the head breaking me."
I helped her roll her hips up and put a pillow under them to get her ass
higher. She gasped at the first touch of my cockhead against her backdoor. I
was as hard as I had ever been and couldn't believe this was happening. I
pressed straight forward and it felt like she was resisting, but she assured
me she wasn't "You're just going to have to force that giant head in," she
said through gritted teeth. "Now lean into it and get that dick in my ass!"  
  
I pushed forward steadily, not relenting and holding my erection steady with a
death grip as it wanted to slip up to her pussy or down her now wide crack. I
felt her gripping me as the wider part of my head stretched her open as it
forced its way in. She wailed in a mix of pain and disbelief, but she held the
camera steady high over us. I watched in disbelief as her backdoor swallowed
my head, closing behind it.  
  
"OH, FUCK!" she yelled, dropping the camera to the bed. "That hurts! You're a
fucking beast!"  
  
"You took it, Dawn. My cock is in your ass." I couldn't believe it. I'd never
felt anything this tight around my penis before. I was glossy and slick and
just stared in disbelief.  
  
"The hell I did," she said, a gloss of sweat on her body, her nipples like
diamonds, pussy flared open and bright red, dripping down to the joining of
our bodies. "That's just the head. I've still got, what, a foot, left?"  
  
"Not a foot," I laughed, "But I'm flattered."  
  
"I told you to use your dick, not your forearm. Holy shit."  
  
I leaned over her, causing her to wince a little at the movement. I put my
elbows behind her knees and rolled her hips up as I leaned down to kiss her.
"I won't move until you tell me," I whispered. "I want you to enjoy this.
Hell, I want us both to enjoy it so I can sneak into your room like you
promised."  
  
She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I promise you can still sneak
into my room. It won't be long before I can take you however you want me." I
leaned down to kiss her and we kissed like gentle lovers. We kissed for a
couple of minutes and I sank just a little further into her, causing her to
gasp. "Don't move," she said.  
  
"I didn't. I swear."  
  
"What happened."  
  
"It's like. . . you relaxed. You let go of me a little and I sank in a little
bit."  
  
"It doesn't hurt like it did," she smiled.  
  
I smiled in return, relieved and overjoyed. An idea hit me. "Play with
yourself. I want to watch you play with your tits and pussy while I'm in your
ass."  
  
She cooed and nodded, biting her bottom lip. I had her legs secure behind my
arms and she unwrapped her arms from my neck. With one she stroked her lips
and her exposed vagina, and with the other she pinched her nipples and cupped
her tits. I gently pressed forward and slid in a little bit at a time. She
would make a face as I made progress, but it was one of pleasure, maybe with
some mild discomfort. I didn't press hard. I didn't bury myself, but in a
matter of minutes I was completely engulfed in my twin sister's backdoor. We
had both watched as I made progress and Dawn came multiple times over the
course of it.  
  
"Tape it," she whispered. I reached over onto the mattress and picked up the
phone.  
  
Before I turned it on, I said, "I want to video it coming all the way out
while you masturbate. I want to see your ass stretched open."  
  
"Oh, god," she moaned, nodding. "Do it."  
  
I hit record and slowly withdrew, pointing the lens at our union, my sister's
dripping pussy, flying fingers, and nipple pinching all in frame. I could hear
her panting and cursing as she felt me move and I had to concentrate hard not
to miss the shot. I wanted so badly to simply begin plugging my sister, but
controlled myself. Slowly, so slowly, more and more of my rod pulled, her soft
pink ring begging me not to leave. It felt incredible and when the rim of my
cockhead was trying to break free, the ring pulled out even more before giving
up and letting me go.  
  
Dawn was right. The sight of my swollen dick in her ass was one of the sexiest
things I had ever seen. It felt amazing and when I withdrew, her tiny opening
held open, almost like a welcome mat making sure I knew I could come back
inside. Still holding the camera onto her ass, I pressed back into her and she
cried out, "FUCK! Put it back! Fuck my ass!" I pushed forward quickly, burying
it to the hilt, filming all the way. This time I began drilling her smoothly
with long strokes and filmed her masturbating and the look of intensity on her
face with her eyes closed. God, she's hot.  
  
She opened her eyes and saw the camera. She came again and told the screen, "I
can't stop coming with my brother's cock fucking me in the ass! SHIT!" She
came again, her anal ring clamping around me again and again.  
  
I stopped recording and just focused on this time with my sister. She was not
only beautiful, but now she was sexy, a fuck goddess, an anal fiend, and a
porn star! I began to move faster. "Damn, your ass is tight!" I couldn't
believe it.  
  
"Then loosen it up! I don't want to have to work so hard the next time we do
it!"  
  
I fucked into her a little harder. She was almost constantly coming; at least
it seemed that way. I knew I didn't have much longer before that fourth load
came. "I'm getting close!" I warned her.  
  
"Turn me over!" she demanded. I pulled out of her and she quickly scrambled to
her hands and knees. I pushed back into her. "That's it," she said smoothly as
I began to move again. "I know how much you love my ass, so I want you to
watch it bounce when you fuck it," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I
want to feel your balls slap my pussy while you drill me."  
  
"Oh, shit," I groaned, inching closer to my release.  
  
"Let it go, Trav! Pull my hair and fuck me as hard as you want! I need that
cum!" I gripped her hair into a ponytail and she grunted when I pulled her
head back. "Fuck, yessss!" she cried. "Fuck that ass! I'm your ass whore!"  
  
I began to rail into her as hard as I could and she got what she wanted:  
  
1.My balls slapping her pussy  
  
2.Me pulling her hair  
  
3.That fourth load of cum  
  
"I'm coming!" I cried.  
  
"In my ass!" she squealed. "Bury it and fill my ass with that cum!"  
  
Just a few more thrusts allowed me to build up all I needed. I held back the
best I could, clenching to build the pressure and hopefully to expel every
drop in me. Three, four, five thrusts and then my body forced me all the way
forward, pinning my dick completely in Dawn's bowels. I had involuntarily
pulled her head back so that she was forced against me, unable to move. She
wailed and moaned, orgasming as I swelled inside her, against that tight ass
ring.  
  
BOOM! The room went black, flashes of light behind my eyelids as my sphincter
pulsed and my balls expelled the first blast of lava out into my twin sister's
ass. "FUCK!" I yelled as I came deep inside her. It felt like I was pissing!
Each stream seemed to be a pint of liquid fire, rinsing the last vestiges of
innocence out of these twins. "UUGH!" I grunted. Another stream. Another
grunt, another stream. And another. Another. Another.  
  
"Damn, Trav! More?" she asked, again erupting into her own release.  
  
Still I came. And came. And came. Now it was empty pulsing. No streams of
fire. No lava. No seed. Just the dying pulses feebly attempting to eject my
semen into a mate. I released Dawn's hair and we both collapsed forward, me
still buried inside her as I lay on her back.  
  
"I'm dizzy," I said quietly.  
  
"Probably dehydrated," she giggled. "God, that was a lot of cum." I nodded, my
cheek on her back. "We're not done yet. I need that final shot for our video."  
  
"Okay," I grunted, pushing myself off my sister.  
  
"Quick, grab that black shirt." I picked up my black t-shirt off the floor by
the bed and Dawn hastily flattened it on the bed. "Film this." I hit the
record button, aimed at my sister, ass up on the bed, her hole gaping open.
She talked over her shoulder.  
  
"Well, as I'm sure you can tell, Travis fucked my ass good. About tore me open
at first, but once we got going. . ." she just shook her head with a smile. "I
promised to get that fourth load, and this time I let him come in my ass.
Let's see how we did."  
  
She quickly rolled over and squatted over the black shirt. After a couple of
seconds a thin, creamy flood of pearly white poured from her gaping asshole.
Her pussy was still bright pink, wet, open and displayed above it, but I was
getting a close up of the creampie. I couldn't believe how much flowed out of
her.  
  
"Damn!" she said, looking down. "Now THAT is a lot of cum!" On the black shirt
was a whitish puddle about four inches across. Dawn dropped to her knees as I
backed up. "Aww, it looks like you're tired," she said to my penis. I pointed
the camera at my now flaccid, though still heavy cock. "So I guess we're done,
then. So, thank you, Travis for an incredible night. I'll never forget this
and now I know you won't either. Bye!" She blew me a kiss and waved to the
camera. I turned it off.  
  
"When we get home we need to find a secure place for that video file. That's
just for you and me," she smiled.  
  
"Don't worry about me forgetting this. That's not going to happen. Ever!"  
  
"I'm glad!" she said. She climbed off the bed and made a face as she grabbed
her rear end. "Ow," she muttered. "That's going to take some getting used to."  
  
"Sorry."  
  
"Why? I'm not! I meant what I said, Travis. Anytime. Any way." She kissed me
gently. "Now, I think I need another shower. You want in?"  
  
I did. We showered together for the first time ever. And as much as I would
love to have done more in the shower, neither of us was in any position, so we
cleaned up and climbed into bed.  
  
I woke up to my phone ringing on the dresser. I found myself curled up behind
Dawn, her full ass pressed against my now raging erection [sigh]. I quickly
scrambled to my phone. It was mom.  
  
"Hey, mom."  
  
"Hey, Travis. Are you guys okay?"  
  
"Yeah, we're fine, why?"  
  
"There's another accident on the bridge and I didn't know if you were caught
in it."  
  
"No, ma'am. We're at the hotel, just getting up."  
  
"Oh. Okay. The roads are clear for now, but there's another front moving in
this afternoon and they are calling for a re-freeze of the melting ice and a
fresh coat of a wintry mix. So you will need to get on this side of the bridge
before it hits."  
  
"Yes, ma'am. I'll check the weather."  
  
"Do that." She sighed. "Your father's office Christmas party is tonight,
remember. We have to be there, so we are going to be staying downtown at the
hotel where the party is held, because of the weather. We won't be home until
tomorrow. Are you two going to be all right?"  
  
"Yes, ma'am. We'll pack up and leave within the hour so we can make sure we're
home."  
  
"Okay, see you then. Love you."  
  
"Love you, too, Mom."  
  
We hung up and I turned on the television. Naturally the weather was the top
story, with live coverage and highlights of crews in bright yellow reflective
gear salting the roads and clearing fallen trees and power lines. Just as Mom
had said, another front was expected in the late afternoon. I looked at my
phone and it was only 9:14. Dawn and I had fucked until almost 3. And my dick
was feeling it. That didn't stop him from being awake this morning, however.  
  
Dawn was still curled up on her side, so I let her sleep for a little while. I
went to the bathroom, dressed and brushed my teeth before going to the lobby
and grabbing some of the complimentary breakfasts for Dawn and I. When I
returned to the room, she rolled over to see me, her hair a mess.  
  
"My butt hurts. Come kiss it and make it better," she pouted, pointing that
fine backside at me. I crawled onto the bed and she ran her fingers through my
hair as I kissed one asscheek then the other. She rolled onto her front and
gave me full access to both cheeks equally. I kissed all around them,
appreciating the soft, smooth skin, warm against my lips. "Mmmm, that's nice,"
she sighed.  
  
I squeezed her globes, massaging them as I kissed the top of her crack. She
giggled and I kissed down the center of her crack, closer and closer to her
tiny starfish. I separated her cheeks to kiss my way down and when I got to
her knot, she reminded me, whispering, "Careful." I placed a single light kiss
on it and she giggled again.  
  
"How does that feel?"  
  
"It tickles."  
  
"Sore at all?"  
  
"Not when you treat it like that. Just don't put anything in me today, okay?"  
  
"I promise. How about this?" I circled her anus with the tip of my tongue.  
  
"Mmmmm."  
  
"That sounds like it feels pretty good," I whispered. She nodded and sighed. I
continued licking lightly, tickling her with my tongue while I squeezed her
lush globes. I was at full arousal again just as a result of providing such
pleasure to the love of my life. She squirmed against me and the scent of her
arousal was strong and fresh.  
  
"How does your kitty feel?" I asked quietly.  
  
"A little sore, but not bad."  
  
"How about I kiss that, too."  
  
"Please." She moaned sexily as she said it, and arched her hips a little so
that her ass stuck up into the air just a little. I licked her again, from her
clit to her starfish and she whimpered at my touch. My erection rubbed on the
soft velour blanket as I made love to my sister with my mouth. For the next
few minutes I gently massaged her most sensitive places with my lips and
tongue, soon enough bringing her to orgasm, which she described as warm and
pleasant, but not intense.  
  
"Come spoon me," she said, rolling onto her side and reaching for me. I slid
up behind her and ran my hand along her hip to her stomach and up to her
breast. Her nipple poked into my palm as we kissed. Her hand rested on the
back of my head, her head craned to the side as I leaned over her to kiss her
gently. My erection was trapped against her pussy. I felt her fingers pressing
against the underside of my prick and she moved her hips back and forth,
rubbing her clit on my shaft. I pulled my hips back and her fingers pressed
upward so that my head eased into her from behind.  
  
We sighed together and she pulled her face away to look me in the eye as I
entered her. The pleasure on her face was beautiful and obvious. It matched my
own. I pushed forward, easing deeper into her. Her legs were together, curled
up and sexy, making her pussy that much tighter. The warm, wet embrace felt
like home to me. We didn't talk, just looked into each other's eyes and
sometimes kissed. Our lovemaking never became heated or frantic, but remained
languid and gentle. After a few minutes her eyes pinched closed and her abs
flinched while she gripped me rhythmically with her vaginal muscles.  
  
"I'm about to come," I whispered.  
  
She pouted, "You can't come in me." I nodded and as I felt it building, I
pulled my hips back and I slid free, sliding between her thighs, which were
wet with her excitement. She cupped her hand under me and my pulsing member
stroked between her thighs and along her palm. In short order I climaxed into
her hand, coating her wrist and palm, as well as her fingers and thighs. I
eased back, catching my breath, and watched Dawn immediately and casually roll
onto her back before rubbing my seed into her dark thatch of hair on her
mound. She sighed at her own touch, made slick with her brother's semen.  
  
She curled up next to me, wiped her hand on the sheet and pulled the sheet and
blanket over us again. "How much time do we have?" she asked.  
  
I reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed both of our breakfast plates.
We nibbled on the fruit and bagels and bacon as we talked. "Mom called and
said more weather is moving in. I got us a late checkout, but that's noon, so
we only have about an hour and a half before we have to start getting ready."  
  
We talked about all kinds of things as we ate, but soon enough my sister was
curled up against me again. "Don't you wish we could stay here in bed
together?"  
  
"That would be nice," I sighed. "So, do you want to be in my bed tonight or do
you want me to be in yours?"  
  
"Right," she laughed. "That would go over well with mom and dad."  
  
"I have some good news. Dad's office party is tonight and because of the
weather, mom and dad are staying at the hotel tonight, so we at least have one
more night together."  
  
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," she said, squeezing me more tightly.  
  
I kissed the top of her head. "Me, too. It doesn't matter where we make love,
I'll be happy."  
  
A couple of minutes later I had drifted off to sleep, at peace and happy with
my beautiful twin sister naked in my arms.




        The Break of Dawn Ch. 02


U2 woke me up as I lazed by my sister in the hotel bed.  
  
I reached over to the nightstand and picked it up.  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"Where the hell are you?" mom asked, obviously irritated.  
  
"I fell back to sleep."  
  
"You said you were leaving within the hour! That was an hour and a half ago!"  
  
Shit! I thought. I did tell her that.  
  
"Oh, man, mom, I'm sorry! I did say that. I got us some breakfast and Dawn was
still asleep, so we ate and talked and I just forgot."  
  
She sighed, "It's all right, I'm just worried is all. I was expecting you home
and wanted to see where you were. I'm sorry I overreacted."  
  
"No, mom. I told you I was leaving and I didn't do what I told you I would.
I'm getting Dawn up and we'll leave in just a few minutes, I promise."  
  
"Okay, thank you. Just be careful. The accident's clear and I think you'll be
okay on the bridge, but don't rush, okay?"  
  
"I promise, mom. We'll see you in a little while."  
  
I hung up and woke up my sister. I explained everything and we quickly brushed
our teeth and got dressed, stuffing our new bathing suits and my cum-stained
t-shirt into the plastic laundry bag the hotel provided. The ride home was
uneventful and Dawn didn't look quite as nervous going over the bridge.  
  
"You look a little calmer on the bridge today," I smiled.  
  
She smiled back at me. "Now if we go over I at least know I can float."  
  
"Yes, you can."  
  
She reached over and held my hand as she looked out the window at the water,
which now had a thin layer of ice hugging the shoreline.  
  
When I pulled into the driveway I noticed the rock salt scattered over it and
the sidewalk leading into the house. Dad had been hard at work last night,
making sure they could get out today. Mom greeted us as we walked into the
living room. "Thank god you're home," she said, hugging us tightly. "I was
worried about you."  
  
"I know, mom, but thank you for letting us stay overnight and for not being so
mad at me this morning."  
  
"Did you have a nice night at the hotel?"  
  
"We had a great time," Dawn said. "Travis taught me how to swim a little bit
and then we mostly watched HBO in the hotel."  
  
"He taught you to swim?" Mom looked surprised.  
  
"Well, I taught her to float," I corrected.  
  
"And to breathe in the water and to doggy paddle," laughed Dawn. "Anyway, I
can move in the water and float, so that's a start." She sounded genuinely
proud.  
  
"Good," mom nodded. "Wait. What did you wear?"  
  
"Oh," Dawn said, rolling her eyes. "Well, the store had a low clearance on
summer stuff, so we paid like fifteen dollars for two bathing suits so we
could swim. The only problem is that they're really tiny. But I thought since
it was just us, that would be okay."  
  
"How tiny?" asked mom suspiciously.  
  
"She got a decent bikini, and I wore racing trunks."  
  
"That's practically naked!" cried mom.  
  
"Mom," sighed Dawn, "It's not like we're going to wear them around everywhere.
You know we don't swim much and it was just because he wanted to teach me and
that's all they had left. There's a good chance we'll never wear them again
anyway," she shrugged.  
  
"I guess you didn't really take them with you, so that makes sense. Well, I'm
glad you had a good time and I'm even happier that you're home now." She
kissed us both on the cheek and then said she needed to finish getting ready
for the party since Dad was going in to work late due to the weather, and she
was riding in with him.  
  
"I guess we need to clean up and change, huh?" asked Dawn.  
  
"Definitely," I said. "And we need to do something with that file."  
  
My sister blushed and smiled. "I'll make sure it's taken care of." As she
turned to walk upstairs I watched her ass in those jeans. About halfway up the
stairs, she turned to look at me, catching me looking. "I thought so," she
giggled, shaking her head before turning to continue up the stairs.  
  
Less than an hour later I was back downstairs, freshly showered and in my
winter lazy clothes: lounge pants and sweatshirt. Dawn came down wearing
something similar, but her ass jiggled in the loose fabric and it looked like
she wasn't wearing a bra. Mom and dad were going over the plans and reminding
me of the rules, when Dawn came in.  
  
"Yes, sir. We won't go anywhere," I agreed.  
  
"Can we order a pizza?" asked Dawn, "And maybe watch some pay per view?"  
  
"I don't see why not," mom agreed, looking at dad, who nodded his assent.  
  
A few minutes later they were backing out of the driveway, dressed for dad's
office party. Dawn turned to me and smiled. "Why don't you make a fire? I'm
going to see if there's anything good on pay per view."  
  
"Sounds good to me."  
  
Dawn walked past and kissed me on the lips on her way to the sofa. She plopped
down and opened her laptop. As I worked to get a fire going, Dawn visited the
pizza shop's website for online ordering, crafted a pizza, boneless wings and
a drink for us, and placed the order. "Done," she said, but continued to poke
around online.  
  
"I thought you were going to look at on-demand for a movie," I said, walking
toward her as the fire crackled and built up behind me.  
  
She quickly closed her laptop. "I am," she said, "But I was looking for
Christmas ideas."  
  
"Oh, yeah?" I asked. "Anything for me?"  
  
"I have some ideas," she said with a wink before picking up the remote control
and scanning through the movie offerings. I plopped down beside her and she
settled into me, still looking for something to watch. We finally decided on a
superhero blockbuster first, and then looked for a couple more movies for
later. The other two were horror movies, which we both loved, especially the
truly creepy ones as opposed to the ones that were pure gore.  
  
We talked more as we waited for the pizza. I asked her what she wanted for
Christmas and she sighed in exasperation.  
  
"You always ask me that," she said.  
  
"I never know what to get you."  
  
"You know me better than anyone else and you act like I'm so hard to buy for."  
  
"That's only because you are," I snickered.  
  
"After last night, I would hope you would have some ideas."  
  
"Oh, I have ideas," I said, "But I don't know what to get you in front of mom
and dad."  
  
"You know what music and writers I like, you know where I like to eat, and you
know where I like to shop. My fashion taste isn't expensive or complicated.
Just get me something you think I would like. You always do good with your
presents."  
  
"I guess," I shrugged.  
  
"So, do you have any ideas for private gifts?" Her eyes had a flirty look as
she gazed up at me.  
  
"I'm beginning to think of some."  
  
"Like what?"  
  
"Oh, no way I'm telling you that," I laughed. "You get so competitive with
gifts."  
  
She bolted upright. "I do not!" she defended.  
  
"Yeah, right! You will go out on Christmas Eve to the gas station to get a
five-dollar coffee card so that you give one more gift than me! And then you
act this weird mix of saintly and dejected, looking to see if there's one more
gift for you. It makes me feel like shit."  
  
"Really?" she asked, softening.  
  
"A little."  
  
"I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel bad."  
  
"It's fine, I guess. I just don't count gifts. I get what I think you will
like and hope I did okay. You don't even have to get me anything; I just want
you to be happy. That's why I always ask what to get you."  
  
"Aww, Trav." She hugged me tightly. "You always do so good with your
presents." She sat back a little. "I promise I won't play those games with you
anymore. I will just get you what I think you will like and hope you're happy
with them. No last minute shopping to have more than you. I promise."  
  
I nodded. "Okay. I appreciate that. I want us just to enjoy our Christmases."  
  
"Me, too," she said, settling into me again.  
  
Right about then the doorbell rang and Dawn squealed excitedly, jumping up to
answer the door. I went into the kitchen to get plates and glasses and Dawn
came in a minute later with our meal. I was starved and it smelled amazing. I
poured the drinks and my sister divided up the wings, giving me five and her
three, and placing two slices of pizza and a cup of the cheese sauce on each
plate. I followed her back to the living room and we set our plates on the
coffee table as Dawn settled in and started the movie. I stoked the fire and
turned off the lights so that the only light came from the television, the
fire, and the dark gray sky peeking through the blinds. I sat at the end of
the couch and Dawn sat at the other end, each of us reclining against the arms
with our feet touching in the middle.  
  
We, of course, commented during the movie as we ate. I refilled our drinks at
one point and grabbed another slice of pizza for me, Dawn declining my offer
to get her some more. A little more than halfway through the movie, she sat up
and pulled the back cushion out, tossing it on the floor. She did the same
with the middle cushion, then scooted forward and patted the couch behind her
as she smiled at me. I pulled out the cushion behind me and lay down behind
Dawn, spooning her with my arm around her waist. She pulled the quilt out from
under the coffee table and draped it over us, warming us up and making our
time a little more cozy.  
  
Too cozy. I was asleep in minutes, worn down from last night.  
  
I missed the last half hour of the movie, but that was fine because we had it
for 24 hours and we could watch it later. When I awakened I noticed quickly
that Dawn was asleep as well. She looked so peaceful sleeping. She was still
pressed against me, so apparently my erection hadn't awakened her. I moved to
sit up so I could climb over her and throw another log on the fire. I had just
begun to climb over her legs when she mumbled sleepily.  
  
"Where are you going?"  
  
"To put another log on the fire."  
  
"Don't," she said, gripping my thigh. "I have my own fire that needs tending
to." She still looked and sounded sleepy, but coherent.  
  
"I'll be right back," I promised. I kissed her forehead and quickly added two
logs to the fire. As soon as I got back I took my original place and my
returning erection poked at her butt.  
  
She giggled. "I see you brought your iron poker with you."  
  
"You said you needed me to take care of your fire."  
  
"Mm-hmm." She pressed her hips back against me. "I do." I slid my hand up
under her shirt and cupped her bare tit, bringing a sighing moan. She reached
back behind her hips and squeezed my shaft. Her hand was warm and she fished
my cock out through the fly of my lounge pants. She moaned as she stroked it
while I continued to play with her breasts. She looked over her shoulder at
me. "You know I'm not wearing any panties."  
  
"I didn't think so," I said with a wry smile.  
  
"You didn't? Why?"  
  
"Because I watched your ass when you walked in this morning."  
  
"Oh, yeah? And you could tell just from looking?"  
  
"I wasn't sure, but yeah." She continued to caress my shaft and balls. "I
watched it jiggle as you walked."  
  
"Was that okay?" she asked. I knew she was still self-conscious about it.  
  
"It's amazing," I whispered. "It reminded me of the way it moved when my hips
slammed into it last night."  
  
"Mmmm." She closed her eyes. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you
like my ass."  
  
"Oh, god, I do. I love it. I love the way it looks, the way it moves. I love
how it feels in my hands when I squeeze it and rub it. I love when I pound
into you and I slap against it. And I love being inside it, buried all the way
in as it grips me." I throbbed in her hand as I described it.  
  
"Oh, god," she whispered, her hips flinching. "That's so hot. If I wasn't so
sore, I would tell you to put your dick in my ass right now." She let go of me
and pushed her pants down over her hips. "But my pussy isn't sore." She pulled
my cock down to her pussy and thrust against it, lubricating the head and
shaft as she moved against me. She directed my head into her and I pushed
quickly, burying the first half into her, unable to continue because of our
angle. The sensitive head and upper shaft were getting massaged as I pressed
and pulled gently, bringing heavy breaths and moans from both of us.  
  
I felt her fingertips brush against the underside of my shaft as she
masturbated her clit while my own fingertips pinched and pulled on her
nipples. Dawn's hips were rolling against me now, massaging me with her
vaginal walls. I could smell her excitement as the scent escaped the space
beneath the quilt and it only served to increase my own excitement. I edged
closer and closer to my release and called out to her. "Come on my ass," she
whimpered.  
  
A few more thrusts and I pulled out before sliding my wet rod along her crack.
I splattered long, heavy streams onto her shirt and streaked the skin of her
lower back before the dribbles ran over her cheek toward the couch. I quickly
grabbed a couple of napkins off the table and pressed it onto her skin to
catch the mess before it created a spot I couldn't explain on the couch. I
helped her clean up her skin and then she stripped off her shirt and pants
completely. She commented that I now had too many clothes on and I followed
her example so that we were once again completely naked. I lay on my back and
again drifted off with my sister now half on top of me, her arm around my
ribs. Covered by the quilt, warmed by the fire and each other, I was quickly
sleeping.  
  
When I awakened the room was almost completely dark as it was early evening
and the storm had settled in. The fire was roaring and the television was once
again on the on-demand menu. The biggest surprise, however, was the mouth on
my cock. Dawn looked up at me, smiling around my girth the best she could, and
waved at me with wiggling fingers. She withdrew with a wet pop. "I'm glad
you're awake now. I couldn't wait anymore. I had to suck your dick." She
thrust down onto me until only an inch or so remained exposed. "Mmm," she
moaned as she worked her mouth and tongue over me, her hand cupping and
pulling on my balls. She lowered her mouth and took one in before releasing it
and taking the other. She quickly licked up the shaft and buried me into her
mouth again.  
  
It was incredible! "That's amazing," I groaned.  
  
"Prove it," she challenged. "Come in your sister's mouth so she can taste
you." She went to work, furiously sucking and licking and stroking.  
  
"I usually come better with a pussy in my face."  
  
"Yay!" she giggled, quickly turning around and straddling my face on the
couch. One knee was on the couch, but she supported herself on the floor, her
foot flat on the hardwood, her knee bent to keep her pussy up against my face.
I immediately gripped her ass and pulled her down against my mouth, where I
licked at her with abandon. "OH! And I come better with a finger in my ass,"
she teased, looking over her shoulder at me.  
  
I put a finger in her pussy to get it wet, then pressed it slowly into her
sphincter. It gripped me tightly, but she moaned out her pleasure and returned
to her task of bringing me off with her mouth.  
  
For the next few minutes we each sought to please the other. I could feel the
buildup in my groin, the fire in my stomach and thighs focusing. Dawn
approached her third orgasm quickly and I didn't want to leave her hanging, so
I buried my finger in her ass and sucked on her clit. Her pelvis convulsed on
my mouth, her ass jiggling gently above me, and she wailed around my shaft in
her mouth.  
  
"Fuck!" I grunted and fired into Dawn's mouth. She didn't hesitate to swallow
everything, even as she rode out her own orgasm and tried to catch her breath.
She felt great and slid her pussy along my mouth as she licked my cock clean.
Easing off of me, she turned around and smiled.  
  
"That was delicious," she said quietly. She reached for her shirt and handed
it to me to clean my face. As she sat there on the edge of the couch at my
hip, I again realized how truly gorgeous she was. Her black hair was a mess,
her blue eyes bright, her pink lips casually sexy. I loved her little pink
nipples on her alabaster breasts and the dark patch of hair covering her
bright pink pussy. "I'll get us something to drink," she said, standing from
the couch. I watched her ass move as she walked away and again she looked over
her shoulder and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back.  
  
Two hours later we were still naked, under the quilt and on our second mixed
margaritas. The horror writer on the screen had come to firmly believe that
the supernatural fiction he wrote may not be so fictitious after all, what
with the eerie events directing both his beliefs and his writing. The movie
actually held our attention and it kept my sister curled up against me as we
watched, which is always a bonus as far as I'm concerned.  
  
It was still pretty early when the movie ended, even though it seemed much
later, between the weather and the early darkness of a winter evening. Dawn's
phone rang on the end table and she reached over to pick it up. "It's mom,"
she said before answering. "Hey, mom."  
  
"Hi, honey." Mom was on speaker. "Just checking in." She sounded she had had a
little too much to drink. We heard dad in the background whispering something
to her and mom giggled, saying, "Stop it, the kids are on the phone."  
  
"Mom?" giggled Dawn. "Is everything all right?" She looked at me with a smile
and I made a blowjob motion with my hand, thrusting my tongue into my cheek.
Dawn covered her mouth to keep from laughing.  
  
"Your father is just getting impatient," she giggled. "Stop it!"  
  
We heard dad say quietly, "Come on, you've been teasing me all night. I'm
about to blow right now!"  
  
Mom giggled and we heard a light slap. "As I was saying, I'm just checking in.
Is everything okay there?"  
  
"Yes, ma'am, we had a pizza and watched a couple of movies, and Travis made a
fire, so we're good. Just hanging out."  
  
"Good. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay?"  
  
"I wouldn't expect a call. We'd hate to interrupt something." Dawn winked at
me, especially when mom gasped and giggled.  
  
"Dawn! You shouldn't talk that way!"  
  
"Oh, come on, mom, we're not kids anymore and dad's being pretty obvious right
now. Turn your phone off and have a good time. We'll see you tomorrow."  
  
"Okay," she giggled. "We'll see you tomorrow, then. Bye, sweetie."  
  
"Bye, mom." Dawn disconnected and slapped me with a laugh. "You almost got me
busted!"  
  
"I didn't do anything!" I laughed. "You're the one who told mom that you knew
they were going to screw."  
  
"So? We're all adults."  
  
"Yeah, which is why mom calls to check on us after only being gone a few
hours. She doesn't see us as adults. She would probably deny that we even know
how babies are made," I laughed.  
  
"If she only knew," Dawn said with a wink.  
  
"If only," I answered, moving toward her. I kissed up her legs and she
reclined on the couch with a grin, biting her bottom lip.  
  
"If only she knew how much her son liked to eat her daughter's pussy," she
said quietly.  
  
I replied, "If only she knew how much her son liked her daughter's ass." I
continued to kiss up her legs, now to the thigh just above the inside of the
knee.  
  
"If only she knew how her son's big dick filled her daughter's pussy."  
  
"And ass," I added between kisses.  
  
"And ass," she sighed, tilting her head back as I swiped at her pussy with the
flat of my tongue. I gripped her ass with both hands and squeezed as I ate her
slowly and sensuously. I varied my movements to keep her guessing and even
rimmed her asshole in the process. I would bury my tongue in her, swirl it
around and thrust it, then trace up to her clit, where I flicked it with my
tongue and sucked on it, pulling it into my mouth, where I continued my
lingual assault. As I focused on her pleasure, I noticed that she was doing
her part as well, squeezing and pulling on her breasts and strumming her clit
when my tongue wasn't on it. After a few minutes, Dawn's release hit, bringing
a hoarse squeal from her, but I didn't stop. I continued with her through
three more orgasms before she collapsed onto the sofa and closed her legs,
pushing me away.  

"Man, I'm so relaxed," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Must be the
margaritas."  
  
"You do make a great margarita," I said, handing her one before I picked up
mine and we both sipped on them.  
  
"I'm a little buzzed," she giggled. "I never told you that drinking makes me
horny, did I?"  
  
"No, you've never mentioned that."  
  
"Well, it does." She set her drink on the end table as she reached for me with
the other hand. I lay on top of her and we kissed. Her arms wrapped around me
and she caressed my back and butt while I supported myself on one elbow, my
other hand wandering from her hip to her face, sometimes groping her ass or
breast. "I love your touch," she whispered, running her tongue along my ear.  
  
"Dammit, Dawn," I groaned. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, the soles
of her feet caressing my calves.  
  
"I need you inside me again," whispering in my ear. "And I want to trust my
birth control. I need to feel you come in me." I twitched and moaned at the
thought. I pulled my head back to look into her pale blue eyes and they looked
at me with a gentle look of adoration. I could only imagine that she saw the
same thing in mine, because that's exactly how I felt at that moment.  
  
I pressed forward and my head quickly found the wet lips of my sister's hot
velvety love. She arched her eyebrows in pleasant anticipation and we gazed
into each other's eyes as I entered her smoothly. "Dawn," I groaned.  
  
"Oh, Trav. You feel so good." She rolled her hips gently as I began to stroke
in and out of my beautiful twin. Our breath mingled as we kissed passionately,
romantically, longing for each other. We made love in silence, the only noises
being the crackle of the fire, our breathing and the occasional whispered word
of love or arousal. After a few minutes, Dawn pulled my head down and I kissed
and nibbled her neck and collarbone. "Do you think mom and dad are doing this
right now, too?"  
  
I groaned at her question. I paused to answer her question before resuming my
kisses. "Probably."  
  
"I wonder if mom is enjoying it as much as I am. You're a perfect fit for me."  
  
"I don't know," I groaned. "They've been together a long time." I pulled back
to look at her as I continued to make love to her. "But they aren't twins. I
don't think I will ever have with anyone else, what I have with you."  
  
She stroked my cheek. "Me, neither. I love you, Trav."  
  
"I love you, Dawn."  
  
"Oh, god," she moaned as I picked up the pace. "Do it, Travis. Give me
everything you have."  
  
"I will," I grunted. "I can't wait much longer."  
  
"Don't! Oh, god, I'm coming!" she whined, her hand squeezing my shoulder while
her other hand worked her clit. "Travis!"  
  
The fire in my groin ejected out of me like a roman candle. "AAHH!" I grunted
with each pulse of my fiery seed into my sister. I was buried as deep as I
could go in her. The bottom of my cockhead rolled over her cervix as I
exploded over and over into her pulsing pussy. Dawn was silent, saying
nothing, making no sound, but pulsing, pulsing, pulsing around my shaft.  
  
The flashing lights behind my eyelids finally died down and I lay, tired and
thrilled, atop my sister.  
  
"Oh, my god," she giggled, wrapping me in her arms and legs. "That was
amazing! I could feel you pulse and shoot inside me! I want more! I want you
to come in my pussy when we make love!"  
  
I pushed up off of her. "Are you serious?" I loved the thought of it.  
  
She nodded briskly. "Mm-hmm! Well, sometimes I want to see it and feel it on
me, but I want you to be able to let go without worrying about pulling out.
That was so hot!" She pulled me down to hug and to kiss me again. I loved
being with her this way. After a minute, she said, "Come on, let's go use mom
and dad's tub."  
  
She pushed against me and I lifted off of her, pulling out and getting to my
feet. She giggled as she stood. "I can feel you leaking out of me. It's
running down my leg." I looked as she spread her legs a little and sure
enough, my thinning seed trickled down her inner thigh. She quickly called me
to follow her upstairs, where I soon found myself in our parents' soaker tub,
my sister nestled against my chest. We talked and kissed as she leaned back
against me. After the bath we cleaned up downstairs and I closed the screen on
the fireplace before we retired to bed, this time both of us in her room. We
didn't make love again that night, but the next morning we got in one more
romp before we cleaned up, expecting our parents home by lunch.  
  
"How did you know?!" dad exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the box
containing a golf GPS.  
  
"Are you kidding me?" laughed mom. "You've pointed it out three times this
year, at least!"  
  
"I know," he shrugged with a smile. "Thank you, darlin'." He stood up from the
floor where he had been playing Santa, distributing the rotation of gifts.
Each of us had our haul stacked beside us and Dawn and I were even with each
other, just like we had agreed. While it was not late into the night, our
Christmas Eve tradition kept us busy in the evening, with eating, reading "The
Night Before Christmas", opening presents, and examining what we got. We knew
it wouldn't be long before mom would clean the kitchen and then she and dad
would retire to their room, where they exchanged private gifts.  
  
When we were kids, they would put us to bed after opening gifts, then stay in
their room for a couple of hours to make sure we were asleep, then go back
downstairs. The next morning, Santa had come and Dawn and I would spend the
day playing with our toys. The rule was that Santa would come until (a) we
stopped believing in him, (b) we got married, or (c) we moved out. Dawn and I
went to them when we were seventeen and told them it was okay not to have
Santa visit anymore. We all knew that we had stopped believing a long time
ago, but we knew that if we said anything, that it would cut our gifts by a
good bit. As we got older, our taste in gifts became more expensive
(electronics, etc.) or selective (getting gift cards to get what we wanted).
As a result, Christmas morning no longer found our living room filled with Hot
Wheels tracks and Legos, and our day got started much later.  
  
Dawn and I offered to clean the kitchen and to put the food away, which we
would snack on for the next few days, so that mom and dad could get to bed.
They knew we knew about their secret exchange, which had come about as part of
their marriage revival just as we were entering high school, but neither our
parents nor us ever mentioned it. After cleaning the kitchen, I sat downstairs
with my sister so we could watch one of the movies she got from mom and dad.
We each had our little plate of food and a soda and curled up together,
knowing they would not be coming back down. Of course we talked and goofed off
and touched during the movie, but soon enough we let the fire die down and
unplugged the Christmas tree.  
  
"You ready for your presents?" Dawn asked with a smile.  
  
"More than ready," I sighed. "God, I've been waiting forever."  
  
"I know," she pouted, "And I'm sorry. But you know we have to be careful when
they're home." She stood close and stroked my chest. "I'll try and be quiet,
but I have to admit that I'm glad mom and dad have had the champagne and the
sex to knock them out."  
  
"Man, I wish we could do it right here with the Christmas tree lights."  
  
"Me, too, but you know we can't risk getting caught."  
  
"I know you're right," I nodded. "Anywhere with you is going to be amazing." I
kissed her gently on the lips and she smiled as she backed away from our kiss.
As she led me upstairs by the hand, I asked, "Your room or mine?"  
  
"Yours. It's farther from theirs."  
  
"Good point." God, she looked hot in that tight red mini skirt, ivory sweater,
black tights and black knee-high boots. She led me by the hand up to my room.
She dropped me off at my door and said she would be right back. While she was
gone, I pulled two boxes and a bag from under my bed and sat on the bed to
wait. She returned quickly with two boxes and two bags, grinning from ear to
ear as she re-entered my room and locked my door. She sat down on the other
side of my bed, placing her gifts in the center.  
  
"Merry Christmas, Travis," she said. She gave me a Christmas card first,
holding out the envelope and immediately making me feel like a shithead.  
  
"I feel like an idiot. I didn't get you a card."  
  
"I didn't expect one," she smiled. "This is just from me to you."  
  
I smiled and took the card from her. She bit her thumbnail as she watched me
open and read it. I didn't even know they made romantic Christmas cards, but
apparently they do. The sentiment printed in the card was nice, but it was
what Dawn wrote that captivated me. Travis, I know that what we have shouldn't
be. I know that no one can know how much I love you, but I want you to know.
If only you. I am so glad that Chris cheated on me, if only for the reason
that it gave us a chance to spend that night at the hotel. I can't tell you
how much I love you and how safe I feel with you. I feel safer and more
beautiful with you than I ever had before. You mean the world to me. Thank you
for loving me as much as I love you. Dawn  
  
I wiped my eyes after reading it, having never received a card like it before.
I knew it was a big risk for Dawn to write down her feelings for me so
clearly, knowing that I had only two choices: to destroy the card soon so that
no one would ever know about us, or to hold onto it, risking that it could be
found at some point. I never wanted to get rid of it and I knew I would risk
it, hiding it the best I could.  
  
"Thank you, gorgeous," I said, wiping my tears. "I love you more than
anything, too."  
  
"I know you do," she said with a smile, wiping a tear from her eye. "So," she
said, "Since we're on that subject. . ." She handed me a wrapped package.  
  
"It's your turn," I said.  
  
"No, I have four. And besides, this one is different." I accepted it, shaking
my head at her generosity. I could tell it was a book and I peeled the paper
away. "This is the book you gave mom and dad," I said.  
  
"Kind of," she shrugged.  
  
Dawn had given mom and dad a book of the poetry she had written the past few
years, having had it printed and bound. I recognized the cover, a brown faux
leather with silver embossing. I flipped through it as she spoke.  
  
She cleared her throat first and then said, "That one doesn't have all the
same poems in it. It has a lot of the same ones, but there are some that are
in mom and dad's book that aren't in yours. Travis," she said, causing me to
look at her, "Every poem in that book is about you."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Some are more subtle and could be about anyone, so mom and dad would never
know, but some are clearly about you. And I hope you're okay, but I started
writing some. . . erotic. . . poetry, too. I hope you get turned on as much
reading it as I did writing it. Not having you with me for the last few weeks
meant that I had to handle my own business," she smiled. "I wrote out of that
need for you, missing you. I hope you like them."  
  
"I know I'm going to love them. Thank you." I leaned in and kissed her.  
  
"My turn!" she giggled, clapping her hands excitedly.  
  
"It's not as cool as yours," I apologized, embarrassed as I handed her one of
the wrapped boxes.  
  
"Hmm," she frowned, shaking the box, "I wonder what it is." She looked at me
as she began unwrapping it. Focusing on the gift again, she ripped the paper
away and then fell over on the bed laughing, letting the package drop to my
bedspread. "That's awesome!" she cried as she continued to laugh.  
  
"I thought it might help for those times when we can't be together," I smiled.  
  
She sat up and shook her head, still snickering, as she read the instructions
on the kit to make a mold of my penis to create her own dildo. "I am so going
to use this!" she laughed. "Thank you! Okay, your turn again."  
  
She handed me another box. I opened it up and saw a 100-gigabyte external hard
drive. As soon as I saw what it was, she said, "That's so we can store all the
pictures and movies and poems that no one else will ever know about."  
  
"A hundred gigs, huh? You think we'll need that much?"  
  
"If I have my way, I'll have to get you a new one every year!"  
  
"I can't wait!" I turned and picked up another of her gifts. I smiled as I
handed it to her. She opened it up and got an excited look on her face.  
  
"I can't believe it!"  
  
"I knew you wanted one and I guess we're on the same page because I get
nervous about those pictures and videos being on your phone where they can be
hacked."  
  
She looked excitedly at the features of her new GoPro, knowing that it
wouldn't be anything that mom and dad would get suspicious of her having and
using, but also knowing that it would be used for stuff they would also never
know about. She thanked me again, reaching over and hugging me and giving me a
kiss. "We're definitely going to fill up that hard drive now," she whispered
in my ear before licking it. My cock twitched and she sat back with a naughty
look.  
  
"Okay," she said, reaching for another gift, "Here's another one for you." She
handed me the bag, which felt light, and I hefted it in my fingers as I arched
my eyebrow at her. She giggled. "Just open it."  
  
I pulled the tissue paper out of the top of the bag and reached in. I felt a
soft fabric and pulled out two pair of. . . what were these? She laughed and
said, "I think you'll look amazing in those." There were two pair of what she
called Brazilian trunks. One was red with a black waistband and black, red and
orange flames wrapping around the hips, and one was orange with a black
waistband and had a kind of black tribal tattoo mirrored on each hip, wrapping
from back to front.  
  
"So it's more a gift for you than for me?" I asked, smiling.  
  
"But you don't think you'll be rewarded if I enjoy them?"  
  
"Touché."  
  
"Try them on."  
  
"Okay," I shrugged. "Which ones?" I asked, holding them up on either side of
my head.  
  
"The red ones."  
  
I quickly undressed and pulled on the red underwear, surprised at how they
felt. They felt much like the swimsuit I had worn at the hotel that night, the
stretchy material soft and smooth, and it almost felt like nothing. The back
of the trunks lifted my ass and the front had a pouch that housed my junk,
cupping and surrounding it, making it look even more pronounced.  
  
"Holy shit, that's hot," breathed Dawn. She almost looked like she couldn't
take her eyes off of me. She reached out and caressed my erection with her
fingertips. She sighed as she touched me and I tingled at the light touch of
her hand on my shaft. She pulled her hand away and shook her head as if trying
to come out of a trance. "Um. . . it's my turn," she said quietly.  
  
I sat down and reached for her final gift. "Merry Christmas, Dawn." She smiled
as she took it from my hand and pulled the tissue from the bag. She pulled out
an indigo corset, trimmed in black, with stocking clips hanging down, and a
pair of black thigh high stockings.  
  
"Mmm, someone's been fantasizing about me."  
  
"All the time."  
  
"This present looks like it's more for you than for me."  
  
"It is. Merry Christmas to me."  
  
She laughed and shook her head. "How do you think it will look on me?" she
asked, holding it up in front of her.  
  
"There's only one way to find out."  
  
She started to stand. "It might take me a little while to figure out how to
get into it."  
  
"Not yet," I said, pulling her hand, prompting her to settle onto the bed
again. "There's another present."  
  
"OH! Right," she giggled. She handed me the last of her gifts and said, "This
is for both of us."  
  
I didn't know what that meant, so when I unwrapped it, I realized what she
meant. It was a sex blanket with soft side, a satin-like side, and a
protective center to prevent fluids from leaking through onto the bed. "Nice
thinking," I said.  
  
"Well, I'm sure I'll get tired of either avoiding the bed or of washing sheets
all the time. Besides, this can travel with us for trips and everything."  
  
"Thank you, I love it."  
  
"Hang on. There's something else in there," she said, nodding toward the box.
I looked in, under more tissue and laughed. It was a remote controlled bullet
vibrator. "I thought you might want to surprise me sometimes while we're out.
Or I could do that to you, too. You know, tuck it under your balls in your new
underwear?"  
  
"Sounds dangerous."  
  
"There's only one way to find out," she giggled. She looked around the bed and
said, "Thank you so much for my presents. I love all of them." She leaned in
and kissed me softly. "And I love you," she whispered.  
  
"I love you, too," I said, stroking her cheek.  
  
When she pulled away, she noticed the black velour box in my palm, hovering
between our stomachs. She quickly looked back up at me with wide eyes.  
  
"Open it," I said quietly, smiling nervously.  
  
With trembling hands, she took it from me and slowly opened the hinged lid.
Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to speak, but no sound came out. I
took it back from her, holding the box in my hand, and holding her other hand
with mine.  
  
"I know, Dawn, that we could never be together in the way I would like. We
can't marry and no one would understand or accept the love we have for each
other." I continued talking as I put the box down and pulled out the ring.
Dawn's free hand was over her mouth as she watched me pull the ring from the
box. It was a gold ring with a curved band and a ruby and small diamond
setting. "I will never be able to give you an engagement ring or a wedding
band." I started to choke out my profession as I held the ring up in front of
her eyes. She nodded. "But you can wear this. Put it on your right hand, even
if only with certain outfits or special occasions, whatever you want, and let
it remind you of how I feel about you. I know that one day you'll meet an
amazing man who will care for you and he will propose, but even then you can
still wear this if you want. Or leave it in your jewelry box," I shrugged.  
  
"I just want you to have a reminder of how much I love you and that I will
always love you." I slid it on her right ring finger, having sized it
according to her class ring.  
  
She nodded and cried as she looked at it, holding her right hand in her left
as if trying to steady it. She looked up at me and I wiped the tears from her
cheeks, having trouble seeing them through my own tears.  
  
"I love you so much," she choked out before throwing her arms around my neck
and squeezing me tightly. We held each other there for a long time, just being
in each other's arms. It just felt right. She pulled away a little and kissed
me. After a moment she pulled back just a little and wiped a tear off my cheek
with her thumb.  
  
"Boy, aren't we a sight?" she giggled. Sniffling, she pulled back and held her
hand up to look again at the ring. "Thank you for this. I can't believe it."
After a few seconds she said, "Oh, man! What will I tell mom and dad?"  
  
"Don't worry about it," I smiled. "I already talked to mom about it. I told
her I wanted to get you a nice ring for Christmas since we're going to college
soon and all, and we don't know where life will take us. She thought it was a
very nice idea and even suggested ruby since you already wear so much blue and
green that sapphire or emerald would just get overlooked."  
  
"So I can show them tomorrow?" she asked excitedly.  
  
"Mom would probably be disappointed if you didn't."  
  
She shook her head and laughed a little. "You've thought of everything," she
sighed.  
  
"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.  
  
She smiled and picked up the corset from the bed before holding it up in
question. I simply smiled and nodded. "I'll be right back," she said. She
grabbed my robe off the hook on the door and walked out into the dark hallway.
I picked up my laptop and plugged in my new external drive. I then grabbed her
gifts and carried them quietly to her room before returning to mine and
folding down the bedspread and top sheet, and spreading out the new blanket on
top of it. Because she was in the bathroom I didn't get to brush my teeth, but
pulled the mouthwash from my travel bag and gargled a little before swallowing
it (I know I'm not supposed to swallow it, but what else was I going to do at
that point?).  

Not long afterward, Dawn reappeared through my door, carrying her clothes in
one arm, and wrapped in my large plaid robe. She closed the door and had a
sexy grin on her face. "Now, I know the robe isn't very sexy and I don't have
the right shoes to wear with this, so keep that in mind."  
  
"No apologies, beautiful." I smiled gently. She smiled back at me and took
another step toward me as she untied the belt.  
  
She quickly pulled it open and let it fall behind her as the earth tilted,
causing my head to spin. She looked even better than I had imagined. Her
breasts were pushed up and in with just the top edge of her areolae exposed by
the corset. Her fair skin contrasted beautifully with the indigo of the
corset. I panned down quickly, her waist narrowed by the garment, making her
hips flare even more.  
  
The blue of the corset gave way to the fair hue of her skin, with only two
elastic strips of blue running along the fronts of her thighs before gripping
the top edge of the translucent black stockings. The stockings were a
beautiful complement to the black triangle of hair between her white thighs.  
  
I sat there quietly, in awe of the sight before me. "I take it you like it,"
she giggled.  
  
"Holy fuck, Dawn," I muttered.  
  
"But you haven't even seen the best part yet." She smoothly pivoted on her
stockinged toes and I realized how right she was. "See?"  
  
The corset cinched her waist a little and was held together by a black lace up
the center of the back. But that's not what drew my attention. She knew what
would. With her waist cinched and her stockings held up to the middle of her
thighs, the pattern only broken by the two blue belts that ran from the corset
to the stockings, her ass popped out, full and round.  
  
She slapped her own ass lightly, saying, "I told you. Look at that ass. I bet
you want to stick all kinds of things in there, huh?"  
  
"You have no idea."  
  
"Well, then, why don't you give me an idea?" She leaned forward a little and
stuck her hips back, wiggling her butt at me. I could barely see the black fur
peek beneath her thighs and her ass was too full to see her backdoor, but I
knew well enough it was there and waiting for me.  
  
"I want to slick a finger with your juices and press it into your ass."  
  
"Mmm. Is that all? Your finger?"  
  
"No. I want to add another finger and another as I eat your pussy."  
  
"You like the taste of my pussy?" she asked.  
  
"You know I do. I love it."  
  
"What else?"  
  
"I want to lick you to orgasm while I fuck your ass with my fingers, and then
lick your asshole until you come again."  
  
"You really know how to sweet talk a girl. But is that all you want to do?"  
  
"Not even close. I want to fuck your pussy until you come all over me,
splattering my thighs and stomach with your orgasm."  
  
She moaned, her eyes closing as she imagined.  
  
"Are you going to come in my pussy?"  
  
"No."  
  
"No?"  
  
"No. Once you come on me, I'm going to pull my dick out of your dripping pussy
and force it into your perfect ass."  
  
"Oh, no. Won't that hurt?" She sounded like a scared kitten.  
  
"At first. But you're such a whore for my cock that you'll get off on it."  
  
"I will. Fuck, you know I will." She sounded like she was about to have an
orgasm already. It was then that I noticed her fingers sliding back along her
pussy, then disappearing again as she masturbated right in front of me.  
  
"Dawn?"  
  
"Mm-hmm?"  
  
"If you're going to do that, you should at least turn around so I can watch
you."  
  
"But you're my brother," she argued innocently, looking over her shoulder.  
  
"All the more reason."  
  
"It's not right for my brother to watch me touch myself."  
  
I stood. "You're right," I said as I stepped behind her. I reached down and
covered her hand with my own. I whispered in her ear. "You shouldn't touch
yourself when I can do it for you." She gasped when my fingers extended beyond
hers and ran back along her wet pussy. "You're dripping for my touch, aren't
you?"  
  
"Mm-hmm." She nodded, her eyes closed, head turned toward me.  
  
I slipped my middle finger up inside her as I cupped her mound. She moaned and
I kissed her. As our tongues danced languidly, my palm glided over her wet
clit as my finger slid in and out shallowly. I pressed my swollen erection
against her as my other hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. I
wanted her. To be inside her, to taste her, to feel her wet embrace around my
cock. I wanted to release my seed into her belly and to let her feel my
excitement as it drained into her.  
  
My sister whimpered into my mouth, her breath escaping her nose in puffs as we
worked together to bring her to climax. I felt her hot arousal running down my
fingers and filling my palm. Her nipples were like pebbles between my fingers
and the fullness of her ass pressed hard against the fullness of my dick. She
obviously resisted touching my groin, though for what reason I could not tell.
She gripped at my hip and ass, pulling me into her and her other hand
maintained trapped against her mound, aiding in her own pleasure.  
  
She flinched against me and her tongue stilled, though her mouth remained
opened. Her abdomen twitched, her hips lurching slightly as her vaginal walls
clinched on my finger repeatedly. After a few seconds she relaxed against me
and I pulled my hands from her, gently tracing the curve of her hips. My right
hand was wet, tracing her own juices around to her hips. She remained pressed
against me as she turned and we kissed again. My hands lifted her globes,
squeezing her to me and bringing a moan from her throat. Her hands around my
waist quickly lowered to my own ass over the red trunks. I pressed forward
against her stomach before she pulled away and looked down.  
  
"I wish my new camera was already charged and working," she said. "You look so
hot right now."  
  
"Soon," I said with a smile. "Tonight I just want to enjoy you. I know that
the way you look right now will be forever burned in my brain."  
  
"You're sweet," she whispered before kissing me again. She ran her hand along
the bulge in my underwear. "Speaking of sweet," she smiled, lowering herself
to her knees in front of me. Her eyes never left mine until she curled her
fingers into the waistband and pulled the trunks down. At that point she
looked directly at the instrument of her desire and bit her bottom lip. She
pressed my shaft against my stomach and buried her nose at the base, closing
her eyes as she inhaled. "I can't explain it," she said, "But I even love the
way you smell. Clean, but also manly." I knew what she was talking about,
because even when she was freshly showered or bathed, her pubic hair had a
certain musky smell that was tied directly to her femininity. I never thought
about myself having something similar, but I just counted it up to pheromones.
Either way, I was pleased that she was pleased.  
  
Her fingers wrapped around me lightly and gently stroked up to the head and
back. She stroked again, this time sucking a ball into her mouth and licking
gently on it with a moan.  
  
"Oh, god," I groaned quietly, unable to contain it. It felt incredible. I
looked down at her and she released me before repeating it with the other one,
her hand still lightly stroking me. With her free hand she gripped the front
of my thigh. Her touch felt amazing, her desire apparent.  
  
"I want to suck you, but I know you have other plans for tonight and I don't
know if we should drag this out," she pouted, kissing along the bottom of my
shaft.  
  
"Just a little, then. I love your mouth on me."  
  
"And I love you in my mouth." With that she licked along the underside up to
the head and rolled her head forward, engulfing me until I nudged at her
throat. She pulled back slowly and I saw a glossy sheen on my shaft as she
retreated. She again pushed forward and took me into her mouth. She worked on
me, relaxed, for only a couple of minutes. It was enough for us both to enjoy
it, but not enough to bring me anywhere close to the edge.  
  
Dawn stood and kissed me and then walked past me and crawled onto my bed,
centering on the blanket. "Soft," she said, running her fingers over the
purple microfiber. Planting her hands firmly on the bed, she wiggled her hips
at me. Her little pink sphincter winked at me, above her dripping pink flower,
open and waiting. Dawn looked at me over her shoulder without saying a word.  
  
Needing no further invitation I moved onto the bed and settled in behind her.
She dropped her hips back and pressed forward, leaning into her. My thick head
and shaft eased into her as we both sighed at the connection. She pulled
forward as I pulled back and we again pushed toward each other until I was
completely buried. My sister reached under herself and pressed my sac against
her clit with her fingers.  
  
"You're so tight, babe."  
  
"That's because I don't want you to leave."  
  
"Never."  
  
"Come on, Trav, fuck me." Her voice was even, pleading.  
  
I smiled and gripped her soft hips, withdrawing again before pressing back
into her. I watched our union as I increased my pace and I was surprised to
see that as I moved in her, that her secretions became more white and creamy,
like a lotion. She was frothing as I drilled into her. Her face was buried in
my pillow, hiding her groans and her pleas to make her come.  
  
It wasn't long before she came on me, dripping onto the blanket and wetting my
cock with her creamy release. I paused only a second to wipe my finger through
the ring of white at the base of my cock and smearing it on her anal ring. She
yelped at my touch and I did it again. She picked her head up off the pillow
and looked over her shoulder with a leer. "You keeping your promise?" she
asked, bumping back against me in a smooth, steady rhythm.  
  
I pressed my index finger into her, forcing her eyes wide. "Just getting you
loosened up."  
  
"Good. I missed it." Her flesh rippled with each impact and I soon added
another finger, thrusting two creamy fingers into her as she slammed back
against my prick and hand. I continued to lubricate her ring with her own
excitement, using my other hand to wipe down her sphincter so I wouldn't have
to take my fingers out of her. "Are you ready?" she asked with a wicked grin.  
  
"More than," I sighed.  
  
"Lie down! Quick!" She pulled forward, letting me pop free. As my erection
sprung from her, it slung a dollop of cream from my cock, which landed on her
ass cheek after being suspended a few inches in the air for a moment. I
quickly dropped onto my back and watched my sister turn around as she wiped
her pussy from front to back and then gripped my cock tightly, gathering her
own cream and wiping it across her rosebud as well. She straddled my waist,
feet flat on the bed, and leaned back onto her hands.  
  
"Hold it up for me," she breathed. I did, excited about what I was about to
see and feel. She lowered herself and made the adjustment so that her asshole
was pressing onto my cockhead. She quickly lowered onto me, effortlessly
taking all of me into her. "Oh, shiiiiiiittt! Fuck, that's big!"  
  
"Fucking tight ass!" I grunted.  
  
"Your sister's tight fucking ass!"  
  
Her ass rested on my groin, her thighs spread, and her pussy flowered open.
Her black pubic hair was matted with her creamy release and she had a look of
pure lust as she looked down at me. She raised up, her thighs flexing, until
only the head was in her, then dropped back onto me. Again and again she used
my erection for her own pleasure, her head thrown back, knowing neither of us
would last long. I knew I was close and could tell by the convulsing of her
pussy and the clinching of her ass that she was right there with me.  
  
I grunted as I held her tight against me and blasted her bowels with my seed.
I grunted with each blast and her hand landed on her clit, rubbing it
furiously and whining to the ceiling as her nipples danced through her
convulsions. We were both slick with perspiration. Dawn eased back off of me
and I leaked out of her onto the blanket, creating a creamy pool of pearl on
the royal purple of our sex blanket. She grabbed the corner of the blanket and
wiped her pussy and ass on it, then grabbed the opposing corner and wiped off
my cock and balls.  
  
"Do you want to clean up?" she asked, settling in next to me.  
  
"Huh-uh," I said. "I want to smell you on me all night."  
  
"That could be bad news," she said, her finger tracing patterns on my chest.  
  
"How so?"  
  
"If you smell me, you'll want me, and then one of us will have to risk getting
caught trying to sneak into the other's room. It's just a whole thing I don't
want to risk."  
  
"Then don't," I said. "Stay here. Put on your pajamas. It was late, we were
exchanging presents and we fell asleep talking."  
  
"Ha ha," she mocked.  
  
"I'm serious, Dawn," I said, sitting up. "Grab your camera and you've already
got your ring on. Just stay. Please."  
  
"Do you really think so?" she asked, sitting up beside me excitedly.  
  
"If mom or dad catch us, we can just apologize. We'll also be able to gauge
their suspicions. If they don't think anything of it this time. . ."  
  
"Then maybe if they catch us in the same bed some morning—"  
  
"It will just be an occasional thing," I shrugged.  
  
"Let's try it!" She planted a kiss on my lips excitedly before bouncing off
the bed and wrapping herself in my robe.  
  
I gathered the blanket, wrapping the wet spots on the inside, and stuck it in
my hamper. I pulled on my lounge pants and t-shirt and soon enough, Dawn
returned dressed much the same. She hung my robe on the door, placed her
camera on the floor by the bed and slid in next to me. She kissed me again and
settled in on "her side" of the bed. Under the covers she held my hand and my
thumb grazed over her ring.  
  
"Travis?" my mom asked. A little louder and a shake on my shoulder. "Travis?"  
  
"Yeah?" I awoke to a brighter room and my mom on the side of my bed, her hand
on my shoulder.  
  
"Why is Dawn in your bed?"  
  
"I guess we fell asleep," I said groggily, sitting up and scooting back toward
the headboard. I looked over at my sister, who appeared dead to the world, her
black hair covering half her face. "We exchanged gifts last night and got to
talking. Look," I said, pointing to my desk. "She got me a hard drive for
school."  
  
Mom's smile lit up her face. "Did you give her. . .?" she nodded and raised
her eyebrows as if she didn't want to say it, just in case.  
  
"Yeah," I smiled, and pointed at Dawn's hand, which was now lying across her
chest on top of the comforter.  
  
"Did she like it?" she asked.  
  
"She loved it," Dawn whispered before I could answer, stretching her arm over
her head. She held her hand out as she sat up.  
  
"Morning," I said. She smiled in return.  
  
Mom took Dawn's hand. "It looks so beautiful on you," she admired. "That was a
great choice, Travis."  
  
"I think so, too," said Dawn. "I have the best brother in the world." She
hugged me around the waist and buried her head in my chest, causing me to wrap
my arm around her shoulder and causing our mother to smile.  
  
"Well, it does my heart good to see how much you two still love each other,"
she said, patting my knee as she stood to leave. "Merry Christmas, you too.
I'm going to get started on breakfast."  
  
"I'll be down to help in a minute," Dawn offered as mom rounded the corner
into the hallway. Dawn turned to me and whispered, "I really do have the best
brother in the world." She kissed me and then whispered in my ear. "Every part
of me thinks so."  
  
I twitched at her words and she giggled as she got up to leave.  
  
I swung my feet to the floor as I got up to have family breakfast.  
  
"Merry Christmas to me."




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