Hi gang...here's another new one for your perusal. To all my readers, I say thank you in advance, and encourage you all, new and old, to send me your thoughts and feedback on this story. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, all characters are consenting adults, over the age of eighteen, and fictional.

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Pssst! Come here. I have to tell you something.

I. Love. Women.

Especially women with great eyes. Great big eyes, with long lashes. Big blue eyes... or green ones. Even brown eyes, as long as they're big, and expressive, with sexy, long lashes, that flutter like butterfly wings when she bats them at me. Eyes like Emma Stone has. Emily DiDonato. Mila Kunis. Eyes that make you melt.

Oh, and lips... Soft, pouty, kissable lips. I suppose any discussion of lips probably starts with Angelina Jolie. Scarlett Johansson has nice lips too. Kat Dennings. Eva Green. DiDonato qualifies here, too. So, women with great eyes and kissable lips are high on my list.

Nice hair. Yeah, that's another thing. Long, lustrous, luxuriant, sexy hair. The colour is not that important... No, wait, maybe it is. Red has always been a favourite of mine. Long, sexy, red hair, big green eyes, with long lashes... and big pouty lips. That's it.

Of course, a really nice ass is always welcome. Firm, muscular... With that classic inverted heart shape. The kind of ass you can get a good grip on while she's riding your cock, or while you're fucking her standing up, with her long, smooth legs wrapped around your waist. Yeah, that's it... That's all I need. A chick with a great ass, nice, long legs, and sexy red hair down to the middle of her back. That's it... and those big eyes... big green eyes... and pouty, kissable, cocksucking lips. Yeah. That'll do.

Oh, one more thing. Well, two actually. Tits. Boobs. Jugs. Hooters. You get the idea. A nice, big pair of thick nippled, bouncy melons, there for the taking.

So I guess what I'm saying is that I really like redheads, with big tits, nice butts, long legs, pretty green eyes and full kissable lips. Pretty specific, I know. One could look far and wide for a woman just like that, and never find one that fit all the criteria.

Or, one could look in the house where I grew up. The place was crawling with them. Three sisters... actually one older one, Erica, twenty-three, who already checked all the boxes, and two younger ones, the twins, Sarah and Sylvia. They were only thirteen years old now, but would soon blossom as well, if Erica was any indication.

Of course, there was also the prototype... Mom. Oedipus would have a field day. With a ten year gap between her oldest and youngest children, she had obviously captivated Dad as well. Now forty-four, she didn't look it, and took pretty good care of herself.

I suppose it's only natural that I have become more than slightly obsessed with that specific list of physical characteristics. I grew up with them, day in, day out. To me, that's what a woman was supposed to look like.

My mother and I were always close. I was her only son, so I got a lot of attention. I guess I was a 'mommy's boy', but I never had a problem with that. As I grew up, I rather enjoyed it, being enveloped in one of my Mother's soft hugs.

***

I'm Steve. I turned eighteen last April, and as close as I always have been with my Mother, I think I've been even closer with my big sister.

I know some families have friction between siblings, but that really wasn't us. Sibling rivalry was unknown. Maybe the age differences were a factor. Erica and the twins are ten years apart, and I'm right in the middle, five years from each extreme. Whatever the reason, we really were one big, happy family.

Erica and I shared everything with each other. That's probably how we got so close.

When Erica was going through puberty, and was feeling weird about herself and the changes she was going through, I was there. I had no idea what was going on, being seven at the time, I think, but she needed a hug, and I was happy to give her one. The same was true when she lost her first boyfriend, and when high school got to be overwhelming.

She returned the favour more times than I could count, and being older, her comfort was more than just a token gesture. Getting my first girlfriend. Losing my first girlfriend. I was eight, so a girlfriend was a friend that just happened to be a girl. Later, when 'girlfriend' started to mean more, she was there, explaining how girls thought differently about things than boys. She was truly my best friend.

As I started to notice and appreciate the fairer sex, I also noticed that my sister was a girl. Yeah, I know...no shit, Sherlock. What I mean is...she was becoming a miniature version of Mom, only better.

By the time she turned eighteen, the term 'miniature' no longer applied. My sister was all grown up, and she was, without a doubt, a certified, iron clad, card carrying fox.

Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it. To my eyes, she had always been that way, but now... Wow! Picture Anne Hathaway, but with longer hair, that was more red than brown. Her huge eyes were a darker green than most I've seen. She was very, very pretty.

Her body was another matter entirely. With all due respect to the fact that she was my sister...oh my fucking god! She had developed... and I do mean DE-VEL-OPED...the curves of a stripper. A medium tall, gorgeous, slim and stacked goddess, she attracted the attention of every guy within sight.

I was among them.

Fantasies involving her started to take root in my mind, fuelling my early adolescence...and then she left...to get married.

***

I was in my sister's wedding party. It's not hard to find me in all the wedding photos. I'm the one wearing the rented tuxedo and the scowl. The scowl was not a rental ; it was all mine. In retrospect, I feel a bit embarrassed that I ruined her pictures.

All but one, anyway.

She had dragged me off alone, and had the photographer take a few shots of just the two of us. Erica's smile was at its radiant best that day, as you would expect of a bride, and I had a pretty good one on my face as well for those few pictures. Being reunited with her, even for a day, always made me smile.

My favourite is the one where she's holding my head, pressed against her chest, just above her big boobs. If you look closely... and I have, several times, believe me... you can see my chin dipping into the soft crease of cleavage that her gown displayed that day. Sigh. Such good memories.

Unfortunately, I wasn't invited to the rest of her life. The ceremony ended with the usual...the happy couple, leaving together, and starting a new journey. Leaving their old lives behind.

Leaving me behind.

I was devastated, but tried not to be angry. Not with Erica, anyway. Her husband, Eddie? Let's just say that my Eddie voodoo doll would have been getting a workout, if I'd had one. I hated him. Loathed him. Wished him a quick but painful death. Okay, maybe not that quick.

I wanted my big sister back. I wanted my friend back. I never thought about it from her point of view.

Soon, Erica was pregnant. Mom was thrilled, as were my other sisters, but the thought of Eddie doing...that...with my Erica, made me ill. Nonetheless, my sister was going to be a Mommy, and I had no doubt she'd be a great one.

Or not.

A miscarriage ended the pregnancy, and Eddie showed his true colours, jumping in bed with someone else. The infidelity ended the marriage. In a few months, my sister had gone from happily married and pregnant, to betrayed, divorced and emotionally wrecked. I now wished Eddie's death would be preceded by months of agony, unless I was present. If that was the case, I would joyfully crush the life out of him for what he did to my best friend.

***

That was two years ago, and Erica had built a new life since then. Unwilling to move back home, she'd done what she could to recover her independence. She held on to her apartment, and got a job befitting her skills.

She didn't have any. Skills that is. Getting married as young as she did, to her high school boyfriend, she hadn't needed to go beyond summer jobs, and hers had run toward the 'table waiting' end of the spectrum. Waitresses generally don't pull in a lot of cash, but those of a specific type do a little better than average.

Cocktail waitresses. They did better on tips, and for that job she was amply qualified. I do mean 'amply'.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Just after my high-school graduation, my parents suggested that I might want to talk to my sister about moving in with her. No, they didn't hate me that much. I was going to be attending college in the fall, and the campus was mere blocks from my sister's apartment. It was meant as a symbiotic move ; I needed a place to live, and she needed a roommate to help her make ends meet. After a short negotiation regarding the rent, Erica agreed to risk having her little brother disrupt her life.

I showed up at her door with a suitcase and a few boxes. I noticed that she hadn't reverted to her maiden name, and the building directory listed her as 'Erica McDonald'. Dad had given me a ride, and helped me move the boxes, then hung around for a while to make sure everything was cool between us. He needn't have worried.

"Hey Gig!" Erica smiled as she let us in. She looked good. Oh hell, she looked fantastic!

"Howdy, Hugs," I replied, then stepped in to get one. Her arms opened wide, and I felt the delicious softness of her breasts against me again. I had really missed them, err, that.

Surprisingly, I had also missed her pet name for me. I suppose my name for her, 'Hugs', is pretty self explanatory. Hers will be a bit more work.

Being her little brother, 'Stevie' was automatic. The mutations began as we grew up, and started using each other for emotional support. When I was upset, Erica would hold me, until I felt better, but she wouldn't let me leave until I gave her a smile and a laugh. The smile was easy, but sometimes the laugh took longer. Sometimes it took a little extra, and that's where the tickle came in. Before long, she'd have me giggling and squirming. I became 'Stevie-giggles', then just 'Giggles', before it was shortened to 'Gig'.

"Jeez Gig, you've gotten bigger," she laughed, feeling my shoulders, "and taller. It'll be handy having you here for stuff on the top shelves."

I had, indeed, filled out and up a bit since I had last spent any significant time with my sister. I wasn't the only one.

Erica seemed a bit more buxom to my eyes, with a more pronounced hourglass shape. It looked good on her. I just couldn't say it in front of my Dad.

I knew that Mom and Dad had tried to help Erica out with some cash from time to time, but she had refused. Pride, I guess, but providing me with a home made it an exchange of services, not charity, so it was accepted.

Dad had served his purpose on this trip, and had a long drive home ahead of him, so he gave each of us a hug, and headed out, leaving us alone together.

In a perfect world, we would have just picked up where we left off, but Erica had been living alone for nearly two years now, and she had become accustomed to doing things her way. I was going to take some getting used to.

"Okay, Hugs, are there any roomie ground rules I need to know about?" I asked, after I unpacked. I could only see her feet, and the top of her head, as she lounged on the couch with the remote in her hand. I took a few steps closer, and got a better view over the back of the couch. More like an eyeful.

Erica was wearing her nightgown, such as it was. Essentially an oversized, light blue t-shirt, with a v-neck, it had seen better days, and was tissue paper thin. Her attention was on the TV, so she didn't see my eyes bug out.

Her full, round breasts were barely covered, and her nipples tented the thin fabric where it stretched over the smooth curves. The neckline was tugged off centre, showing me the crease of cleavage between her boobs. She had one leg drawn up, and her pink panties were peeking out.

My silence got her attention at last, and she looked up at me, catching me ogling her. There was a gasp, and she realized what she was wearing, and what I was seeing.

"Shit!" she hissed, and leapt to her feet, dashing into her room. Her retreat only added to the situation, as I saw most of one large breast and half a nipple as her big tits swung unrestrained under her shirt. I also caught about half her firm ass, with a pink string up the middle, before she disappeared behind her door.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled. Great start, I thought. Now she'll be pissed at me, and I can't get the pictures of her body out of my head.

I decided I'd just stay in my room.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a gentle knock on my door.

"Stevie? Can I come in?"

"Of course," I replied, and the door opened. Before she was all the way in, I apologized. "I'm sorry Erica. I didn't mean to..."

"Gig, it's hardly your fault," she smiled, sitting on the corner of my bed. She pulled he hair aside. I noticed she had changed into a pair of shorts and a more appropriate t-shirt...but her nipples still poked at the fabric. "I, uh, I guess I will need to be more aware of what I'm wearing around you. So, let that be roomie rule number one : appropriate clothing must be worn in public areas. Agreed?" she laughed.

"Roger that, Hugs," I nodded.

"Okay. We'll figure out the rest of the rules as we go," she said, and stood up. She paused at the door. "You know, it could have been worse. I've been known to watch TV naked." She winked. "Good night, Gig."

Oh, now why did she have to tell me that?

***

It was my parents idea that I move in well before school began. I was fine with that. It would give us a chance to reconnect before I had to spend more time with my studies. We had six weeks, and I didn't waste any time.

When I got up, the morning after my arrival, I found my sister doing a little hand laundry in the kitchen. The operative word is 'little'.

She was dressed, her big boobs harnessed and thrust out even more by her bra. I walked up behind her, and kissed the top of her head.

"Morning, Hugs. What's up today?" I asked her, peeking over her shoulder. She was wringing out a handful of orange fabric, while something white floated in the sink.

"I have a couple of hours before I need to go to work, but I'll only be gone about six hours. Then I'm home. No night job tonight," she smiled.

I knew she was stretched pretty thin, but I didn't know she was working two jobs. I suppose that meant my rent was going to be very much appreciated.

Erica was now shaking the white fabric out, and I saw the logo on the front. It dawned on me what I was looking at.

"Hugs...do you work..." I picked up the orange item, holding it open,"...at Hooters?" I grinned at her, inspecting the tiny orange shorts. I only knew she worked at a restaurant.

"Yes!" she giggled, snatching them from my fingers, "and now that you know, I'd appreciate you keeping it to yourself. Mom would shit if she knew!"

She was right about that. Mom would not be terminally thrilled with her baby girl flaunting her assets, serving chicken wings to drooling drunks. I'm not sure I liked it either, but I'd definitely like to see her in that little outfit. Somehow, I found that unlikely. I doubt the girls actually wore the skimpy garments to work, just at work, so the only way I'd likely see her body in it would be to eat there. Hmmm. Maybe someday...

"Where's your night job?" I asked.

"Another restaurant," she smiled, "where I get to wear a little more. Not much more, mind you."

"You're okay with showing yourself off like that?" I questioned. It just somehow didn't seem like her.

"At first? It scared the hell out of me," she answered. "I didn't know if things would get out of hand. Now, I'm used to it, and most of the guys I serve are respectful, and keep their hands to themselves."

"Most? Not all?" I asked, a bit concerned. I didn't like the idea of someone pawing my sister.

"Unfortunately no, not all. Some guys seem to think a big tip entitles them to sample the goods. I've learned how to deal with overly handsy customers," she said confidently. "Most of them can be guilted into a bigger gratuity to atone for their wandering hands."

She saw the look of concern on my face, and caressed my face.

"Aww, Gig, don't worry about me, okay?" she whispered. "I'll admit, I'm not thrilled with it, and it's not what I saw myself doing. I didn't see myself divorced at twenty-one either, so I had to adapt. Could I have just come back home? Yes, and Mom really wanted me to, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could make it alone. If I have to use my looks to do it, so be it. I'm sure you've noticed...especially after last night...that I'm built, um... " she glanced down at her big, prominent globes.

"Rather attractively?" I ventured, hoping I wasn't revealing too much about my feelings.

"Thank you, Gig!" she smiled. "I was going to say something a little more graphic, but I like yours better. I admit that I don't mind knowing I'm still worth looking at. I suppose that's because of Eddie. He did a number on my self esteem for a while there. So when I got the job, and saw that other guys thought I was pretty, and started getting bigger and bigger tips, just for letting them check me out..."

"I understand, Sis," I said, stepping in and hugging her. She snuggled against me.

"I've saved just over ten grand since I started," she giggled.

What? We thought you were destitute.

"That's from both jobs," she continued. "I could probably get by on one, but I don't have much else to do with my time, so I'm making hay while the sun is shining."

"How much are we talking about here?" I asked.

"About $200 a night in tips, on average," she said.

"Really?!" I gasped. "Jeez, do they make those shorts in my size?" I joked. She laughed.

"I don't think you have the cleavage for it, buddy," she smiled, pulling back and shaking her tits at me. My eyes dropped to that deep valley of softness, then snapped back up, embarrassed.

"Sorry," I added, blushing.

"Eh... I'm used to it," she waved. "You know, you might look cute in these though," she giggled, holding her tiny shorts up in front of me.

She's quite the flirt, I thought. It's too bad she's my sister.

***

Erica and I settled into a routine. For the most part, I tried to stay out of her way. She could be a bit of a whirling dervish when she was getting ready for work, so after a few collisions, which I admit I enjoyed somewhat, she gave me a look that told me I should steer clear. I took to hiding in my room, and watching her flit about the apartment. It was entertaining.

I was able to resist dropping in on her for a late lunch...for four whole days. The anticipation was killing me.

I walked in alone, and took a seat, waiting about thirty seconds before a tall, curvy blonde came over to serve me. She was all legs, and quite cute, but her tank top was under populated. Compared to Erica, most women were.

"Hi," she bubbled, "I'll be your server today. My name's Barbie!"

Of course it is, I thought. How appropriate.

I ordered some lunch...finger food...and sat quietly, watching the TV while I waited. I didn't even see her behind me.

"Ahem..." I heard, and flinched. I turned slowly.

Erica stood there, with her tray held over her breasts, hiding them from me. She had a bemused but mildly annoyed expression.

"Not enough other places to eat?" she whispered. "You had to come here?"

"Sorry, Hugs..." I began.

"Please don't call me that here. I'll never hear the end of it!" she hissed, looking around for unwanted ears.

"Sorry... Erica... I was just curious," I smiled.

"Hmmm," she smiled. "Just remember what curiosity did to the cat." She raised her tray, and tapped me on the head with it, chastising me, but showing me what I wanted to see...her curves spilling out of her uniform top. "We'll talk when I get home." She walked away, wiggling her ass as she did..

My food arrived, and Barbie did her best to keep my attention, displaying herself nicely. I should have told her that she didn't have a chance. Erica was within view, and I watched her serving her tables, those wondrous breasts of hers jiggling as she raced about. Her legs looked incredible, and her firm little ass was pointed out several times by her customers. I was watching them, too.

When my sister got home, I was watching TV, and she stood directly in my way, arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot. I sighed, and turned off the tube.

"Go ahead," I said, "get it out."

"Why?" was all she said.

"You really don't know?" I answered with my own question.

"Know what?" she countered.

I guess I was going to have to spill my guts. There didn't seem to be a way around it, and I wasn't going to lie to her. I never had, and I wasn't about to start now.

"Erica, it's not easy being your brother, you know. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and even though you're my sister, I couldn't resist seeing your sexy body in that little outfit. I didn't want to ask you to give me a show, so it seemed like the best way was to just drop in. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. Also, I was still concerned about you. I wanted to see what your work was like. Those guys you were waiting on while I was there really liked your ass. Every time you turned away, they were drooling." I thought maybe a compliment would ease the shock.

"Yeah, I figured as much...they gave me a forty dollar tip," she rattled off, dismissing the comment. "Go back to the beginning again?"

Yeah, where's that rewind button? What the hell did I say? She saw the confusion on my face.

"It's not easy being my brother?" she prompted.

"No, its not. It would be so much easier if you were just some chick, and I was just some guy. At least then I'd be able to show you how I feel," I replied. Oh crap. Please don't freak out, I thought. That was a bit too close to the heart.

"Chick?" she giggled. "I'm a chick?" I smiled, and nodded. "Do you really think I'm beautiful, and sexy?" she asked, looking down self consciously.

Oh, what the hell. In for a penny...

"Erica, if you weren't my sister, I'd be all over you like a fat kid on a smartie. Yes, you are incredibly beautiful, and sexy. I'm your brother, but I'm a man first, and I'm not blind."

She gave me a sheepish, embarrassed grin, and batted her eyelashes.

"Thank you, Gig," she whispered. "I think I'm going for a nap. Wake me in an hour?"

"You got it, Hugs," I answered. She closed her door softly.

That went better than I thought.

***

I didn't get the chance to wake her. About ten minutes before I was going to, I heard her door open behind me.

"Damn, I'm good. I didn't even knock," I laughed.

"I thought I'd save you the trouble of spying on my other job," she said softly.

It took me so few seconds to decipher that. I whipped my head around.

She stood in her doorway, wearing her outfit for her night job, which she did four nights a week. It was a sports bar, with a racing theme, called RPM's, and the 'uniform' was meant to mimic a race driver's fireproof suit. Of course, most drivers don't cut the legs off to 'hot pants' levels, and the sleeves at mid bicep. Most drivers also don't wear it open to the bustline, either.

The 'suit' was black, satiny, and skin tight, with checkered flag trim in stripes up the sides, and a checkered flag belt that cinched her waist tight. The front zipper stopped just below her boobs, showing a little of her bra in the open V of the neckline, and of course, nearly half of each round breast. It was meant to display some nice cleavage, even on a woman of average endowment. Erica was not average.

My mouth hung open. I, um, well...what can you say, in a situation like this.

"Okay. I guess you like it. Watch you don't sit on your tongue," she giggled, crossing her arms over her chest. That display of cleavage increased exponentially as she squeezed her tits together.

"Wow. I'd give you twenty bucks just to stand there," I babbled. "Erica, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Little wonder you clean up on tips."

She swung her hips as she sauntered over to me, stopping at the back of the couch. She put both hands on the back edge, and leaned over, pressing her upper arms together. Her boobs bulged out further, and so did my eyes.

"See anything you like?" she purred, licking her lips.

I was just about to have a mental meltdown when she smiled, and laughed, skipping into the kitchen.

"Just pulling your chain, Gig," she snickered, but my eyes followed the bouncing boobs out of the room. I followed them back in too, when she bounded back in and plunked on the couch beside me with a cold drink in her hand. She did seem to be taking every opportunity to jiggle those jugs for my benefit.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked.

"Hell, yes!" she giggled. "It's kind of fun teasing you."

"That tears it!" I yelled, and chased her around the room. A long tickle fight ensued, and she lost. It reminded my of when we were kids, joyful and innocent.

Except, we were no longer kids, and I was having thoughts that were far from innocent.

***

The whole, 'appropriate clothing in public areas' thing got stretched to the limits in the next few weeks. Now that she knew I thought she was hot, she was taking advantage of her position of power...power she was exerting with her wardrobe of various revealing garments. I knew what she was doing, and she knew that I knew, but it didn't stop her.

In the past, I had been on the receiving end of something similar, but not from my sister. Some women like to flirt with men who are taken, and can't, or shouldn't respond. I had been involved, and one of my girlfriend's friends decided that made me irresistible. She tortured me until the relationship ended, then suddenly wasn't interested anymore.

I guess I just never expected it from my sister. It seemed especially cruel coming from her. Still, I could tolerate it. After all...I loved her.

Erica liked to sleep late, which makes sense given the hours she worked. She didn't get home until at least 3am on those nights she did her other job, so I tried to be quiet in the mornings, not counting on seeing her until noon, at least.

I went for a run one morning, trying to beat the heat, and returned to the apartment just before 11, to find Erica in the kitchen. Clad only in a blue bra and panties.

I really expected her to scream and run, but she didn't even flinch.

"Hi Gig," she smiled, standing at the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee, with her back to me. Her panties were brazilian, so not much of her fabulous ass was hidden. To be fair, they didn't show that much more than her orange shorts, but since most of the back was lace, they were definitely worth checking out, and I did. My sister had a great ass, and that was a fact.

As I stared at her butt, she picked up her cup, turned, and walked past me. As interesting as the panties were, the bra was mind blowing, and I stood like a statue, watching her boobs quiver by. She sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.

"Are we amending the dress code?" I asked, still standing.

"Whatever. I don't really care anymore," she said. There was a tone of despair in her voice.

"Oh, I don't like to hear my favourite sister talking like that," I replied, joining her on the couch. "What's wrong? Spill it."

Erica took a deep breath. I tried...oh, how I tried...not to look at her chest, as her breasts swelled up in her bra cups. It was agony, but I was trying to be supportive. She turned, to put her coffee down, and I stole a few quick glances.

"Are you sure you want me to answer that question? Once you open that door, there's no closing it, and it'll probably get messy. Are you ready for tears?" she asked.

I thought for a second, then jumped up off the couch, running into the bathroom. I returned with a box of Kleenex.

"Will this be enough?" I laughed, "or should I get another one from under the sink?"

"That should do," she giggled, and sniffed, welling up already.

"Then I'm ready," I smiled. "Talk to me, honey. The doctor is in."

She sniffed again, and held out her hand. I put a tissue in it, which she took, then wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and leaned against me. I sat quietly, stroking her hair, and letting her set the pace. She would talk when she was ready, and not before. In the meantime, I had a killer view down her cleavage. Oh my.

It took several minutes of her cuddling silently before she finally spoke.

"I, uh...I saw Eddie last night," she whispered, sobbing quietly.

"Oh. Well that explains a lot," I replied. "I know every time I run into an ex-girlfriend, I feel like someone kicked me in the junk. They're just girlfriends. I can imagine how much more painful this must be for you."

Or maybe I can't imagine... I thought, as I Erica began to shake in my arms. Her sobs were heart rending. Tears flowed freely.

When Erica and Eddie broke up, I had been on the outer edges of things. My Mother had been the primary comfort giver, with hours spent behind closed doors in my parents bedroom. By the time I got involved, in the form of a hug, Erica was 'being strong', and we never got to have this conversation. I knew she was hurt, of course, but she was hiding it.

Time may heal the wound, but it never really stops the pain. Now, for her, it was like it just happened yesterday.

I was getting wet, and Erica's tears showed no signs of stopping.

"It's okay, honey. Let it out," I said softly.

Her gasps of sorrow slowed gradually, and she calmed down a little, regaining the ability to talk.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, as she sat up. "I'm getting you all wet. I feel like an idiot, breaking down like this."

"I understand, Sis. Why don't you tell me what happened?" I asked, dabbing her tear streaked face with another tissue. "I'm here for you. Together we can work through it."

Erica caressed my face, and smiled weakly. She sat back, and took another deep breath.

Dammit! Stop doing that! I'm trying to be your friend, and you keep reminding me that you're my perfect woman, and that I'd love nothing more than to jump on you.

"Okay," she said quietly, "I'll try. I was about halfway through last night's shift, weaving my way through the crowd with a tray of drinks for one of my tables, when someone called me by name." She paused and took another breath. Shit! Her boobs shuddered as she exhaled.

"It was Eddie...and her!" she spat. "That fucking blonde bitch he cheated on me with!" Her despair was replaced, at least temporarily, with rage." They sat there, smiling at me...but I could see in her eyes that she felt, so superior...so much better than this lowly waitress whose husband she had stolen. I wanted to scratch her eyes out...to rip her head off, to..."

"I get the idea," I smiled. I had been watching her, fists balled up shaking with fury. It was something to see.

"I couldn't, of course," she frowned. "I had to be 'professional'. It's a good thing they weren't at my table, or I would have pissed in her drink!"

That one got me. I burst out laughing. She followed suit.

"What? You disapprove?" she giggled.

"Not at all. It just seems so unladylike," I replied, "yet totally appropriate."

She smirked at me, and wiped her eyes.

"So, besides wanting to schedule a main event for the next MMA pay per view," I smiled, "and my money's on you, by the way...how did you feel about running into Eddie?"

"Sad. Angry. Frustrated. Confused. Jealous...pick one!" she gasped, crying again.

This would be so much easier if she was wearing some clothes, I thought. My body was reacting the way you'd expect, when in the proximity of a scantily clad, extremely well built woman. I had the mother of all erections.

"I mean...I thought we were perfect together," she blubbered. "I wouldn't have married him if I thought anything different. Now, two years later, he's still with her, and I'm just two years older. How could I have been so wrong?"

"I asked Dad that same question, more or less, last year," I told her. It surprised her.

"You asked Dad for relationship advice?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, well, he wouldn't have been my first choice, but my favourite sister had left home, and Mom was out shopping. I took what I could get," I laughed. "What he told me actually made sense. Wanna hear it?"

"Oh, what the hell," she gestured in desperation. "What have I got to lose?"

"He told me that we sometimes get blinded by the idea of being in love. It makes us see things we want to see in others, even if they're not really there. But," I said softly, taking her hand, and stroking her skin gently, "if you never open yourself up to the pain, you can never feel the pleasure."

Erica looked deep into my eyes for several long, excruciating seconds, then shook her head.

"Dad said that?" she asked. I nodded. "Our Dad...tall guy, grunts a lot? Likes wrestling?"

I laughed, and nodded again.

"Hmpf. Who knew he had it in him?" she smiled, sitting back. She was deep in thought for a while. "I get it, but I'm still afraid. I feel like I can't trust my own judgement. I hate being alone, but it hurts less than being lied to."

"I know. What choice do you have, though? It's either that, or you look for a convent...and it would be a shame to hide that body under a nun's habit," I laughed.

She glanced down at her beautiful bust, and giggled.

"I guess I'm a little under dressed," she smiled, standing up and walking into her room. She came back out covered with her robe. "Can you picture me as a nun?"

Oh good jesus, please don't put that image in my head! My dick, which had softened in the last few minutes, hardened instantly.

Too late.

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Erica was a bit quiet for a couple of days. Happy - ish, but quiet. I tried at first to break her out of it, but sensed she just needed to be left to her own thoughts. Just the same, we had really reconnected, and I missed my best friend's smile.

I caught some strange looks from her when she was deep inside her head, but a few days later, it was all water under the bridge. Erica was herself again.

It was nearly 2am when my phone rang. I was sound asleep, so it took me a minute to figure out what was going on, and answer it.

"Hello?" I grumbled, trying to shake the cobwebs. I was a little pissed at the disturbance, until I heard who it was.

"Steve, it's Erica...I'm so sorry to wake you," she began. There was something in her voice that told me this was a serious call.

"What's up, Sis? Is it Eddie again?" I asked, jumping to a conclusion that immediately made me angry. "I swear, I'll kick his ass!"

"Calm down, Gig, and holster the ass kicking," she said quietly. "I appreciate the sentiment though. Maybe next time. I do find myself in need of your help, and your presence, though. I'm afraid to come home alone tonight."

That woke me up. Afraid? Of whom?

"What?" I growled.

"There's this guy who I served earlier, and he is hanging around outside. It's creeping me out. Remember what I said about big tippers?" she explained.

Yes, I do. 'Sometimes they think they're entitled to sample the goods', she had said. No one was going to sample my sister while I was there.

"Okay. How do I get there?" I asked. She gave me her route. One bus, or a ten minute walk, then four stops on the train. It would take me about half an hour total. "You're safe until I get there?"

"Yeah. I'm inside, and I have company. You just be careful getting here," she directed.

"Right. I'll text you along the way," I said, and hung up. Throwing on some clothes, my adrenaline ramped up, and I was wired and wide awake by the time my feet hit the street.

It was, as you'd expect, pretty quiet outside. I hustled along the street, looking over my shoulder for the bus, but I made it to the train station before one showed up. There was a train just about to depart, and I jumped on seconds before the door closed. At this rate, I'd be there in half the time.

I texted her as I left the train, and walked briskly to meet her. As I approached the front of the bar, I saw her admirer, a round little man with a nice suit on. He didn't look like trouble. More like he'd had a few too many, and convinced himself that Erica's friendly demeanour was something more.

The door opened as I walked up, and Erica stepped out, thanking the manager for his help. She had a bag over her shoulder, and was wearing a black trench coat, so I had a fair idea what was underneath. Her bare legs were a good indicator that she hadn't changed after work.

"Thanks Gig. This means a lot to me," she said tensely. "Let's go home."

We linked arms and walked off, leaving her disappointed 'friend' behind. It wasn't until we were safely on the train that I felt her relax, and she snuggled tight against me. Her hair still smelled good, even after a full day of waiting tables at two jobs. As we exited the train, and walked down the stairs to street level, she sighed, and smiled at me.

"It really is a beautiful night out," she whispered, "other than the whole 'getting stalked' thing." She looked up at me, looking more peaceful than I had seen her in days. She leaned against me, and we walked at a leisurely pace, her high heels clicking on the pavement in the quiet night air. It took us twice as long as usual, and was nearly 4am by the time we made it into our apartment.

"I could use a bite," she said, placing her bag on the counter. "Can I get you anything?"

"I guess it's nearly breakfast, isn't it?" I laughed. "I might as well stay up."

"Oh, don't say that. I feel guilty enough dragging you out of your nice warm bed to escort me home," she moaned. "Thank you again."

I plunked down on the couch, and flipped on the TV. Maybe there was a good movie on.

"Don't worry about it, Sis," I replied. "Anytime you need me, you know I'm only a call away."

"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked me. Her voice was soft, and sweet.

"Of course," I replied, turning to face her. "You're my sister, and my best friend. I love you."

Erica was standing in the kitchen doorway, with her coat open, in the middle of taking it off. She smiled, and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her tight little 'uniform' hugged her curves so perfectly. Her hand paused just below the deep V of her cleavage.

"Turn off the TV," she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers gripped the tab of the zipper, and slid it down, letting the suit gap open even more.

"Come on, Hugs...I'm not in the mood for more teasing," I groaned.

"So who's teasing?" she smiled, as the zipper stopped just above her panties. She sat beside me, while I stared at her open mouthed. She leaned closer. "I've finally realized that the perfect man for me has been right in front of me the whole time. I've been looking for a man who would treat me with respect, and care, and love...a man who would never hurt me...a man who would drop everything at two in the morning, just because I needed him. Sound like anyone you know?"

"But, I..." I stammered. She stopped me by pressing her fingertip to my lips.

"Yes, my darling brother... " she batted her eyelashes, pressing against me, "... I am well aware of the facts of our relationship. I know it would be wrong, as far as the world is concerned. I don't care. I've seen the way you look at me, and you have told me that you find me attractive. Now we could talk this over until we're blue in the face, but I think we can cut through the crap a bit faster."

"Um, how?" I asked. My wildest fantasies were coming to fruition. But, fantasy was easy. Reality was a bit more complicated.

"Simple. Kiss me. If you don't want me, I'll feel it. Your words can lie, but your lips can't, " she smiled. She was inches from my face, with her green eyes searching for any hint of reluctance.

I had wanted her for as long as I could remember, but now that she was right here, rubbing her big soft breasts against me, and licking her lips in anticipation of the biggest step we'd ever take, I was terrified.

Her eyes shut as she touched her lips to mine. I forced myself to relax. For the next few hours, whatever happened, she wasn't my sister. For the next few hours, she was just a woman, more beautiful than any I had ever known, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Her lips quivered, nervously, as they stayed in contact with my own. Just for a second, I thought she would pull away...until her kiss intensified, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her waist, and pulled her tighter. She threw her leg over my lap, and let me drag her up to straddle me, while our tongues tangled with each other. It was our first kiss. It would most certainly not be our last.

"Whew!" she hissed, looking into my eyes. "I guess that answers that question, doesn't it?" Her eyes sparkled brightly, and she smiled...a smile that outshone the sun...before crushing her lips to mine again, and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. She moaned loudly as my hands found her firm ass, and wriggled her shoulders out of her uniform, letting it drop loosely around her waist. Now only her very brief bra hid her breasts from me, and it put up very little resistance when I pulled the shoulder straps down, and tugged it down off her boobs.

I had seen most of my sisters ample chest on several occasions, but this unveiling of her twin treasures took my breath away. So full and round, they jiggled alluringly as she freed her arms from the straps. Her areolas were a dark rosy colour, just perfectly sized for her large breasts, and surrounded nipples that were deliciously thick and stubby.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, and dragged my hands around to hold her globes. She continued the embrace, and kept her hands on mine, encouraging me to fondle the soft flesh that filled my grip to overflowing. Her hips undulated, grinding against the bulge that had taken residence in my crotch. She broke away from my lips.

"I get the impression that you are enjoying this as much as I am," she smiled as she slipped from my grasp and stood up, posing before me. She undid and discarded her bra, then peeled her sexy little uniform down over her hips. Her panties were soon around her ankles, and she stepped out of them. "Heels off, or on?" she giggled, pointing her toes, and tossing her long, red hair suggestively.

"On," I croaked, looking up at her nude form. My mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Follow me?" she asked. I nodded, and trailed her like an obedient puppy, my eyes following every sexy sway and wiggle of her beautiful firm ass. She sauntered slowly, milking the moment, and setting the hook...except this fish had no desire to escape.

As she reached her bed, she spun around and sat across the corner. Her eyes were ablaze, beckoning me into her grasp, but I had other ideas. As I stopped in front of her, she reached out, and caressed the huge hardness that was my dick, still trapped in its denim prison.

"Ooooo, that's...whoa...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she giggled as I pushed her onto her back. That dry mouth I mentioned? I knew exactly what I wanted to slake the thirst, and dragged her closer to the corner. Taking a kneeling position before her altar, I draped her legs over my shoulders, and gazed at the beauty before me.

She was shaved bare as the day she was born. Her pussy was a tight, neat slit in the area between her thighs, surrounded by a slightly puffy area that stood proud. At the top of this slit was a significant bump, home to her clit, which was beginning to peek out its front door. I inhaled her scent, a fragrance that would be forever etched in my memory, and touched her smooth skin with my fingertips, gently opening the outer lips to view the flower hidden behind.

"Oh god," she moaned, as I pressed a finger into her moist interior. Her inner lips began to swell and darken as she became aroused, and they lengthened, pouting open through the outer labia that guarded them. Her sex transformed, getting wetter and more erotic with every second. I withdrew my finger, and sampled the nectar which had coated it.

Delicious is inadequate. Heavenly. Succulent. Far too good to resist.

"Oh Gig...please don't tease me. I need this so bad," she begged, her voice quivering. "Lick my pussy. Please?"

I got out of a warm bed at 2am, took a walk and a train, just because she asked me to. This request was a no brainer.

I pressed my tongue flat against her perineum, and dragged upward, letting it dip into her damp recess, and trailing upward to finish with a lap around her increasingly aroused clitoris. Erica groaned, and breathed encouragement.

"Oh yessss, that's it, baby...do it again, and don't stop."

I did, going back for more ambrosia with gusto, and burying my face into her gash. My tongue probed deep, joined by a finger, while Erica squirmed and moaned. Fluttering the tip of my tongue over her clit brought a gasp of joy from her, and she spread her legs wider, giving me better access. I felt the points of her heels dig into my back, as she urged me on, so I added a second finger, and latched onto her clit. I sucked, and Erica squealed.

"Aaaaaaiiiiyyeeee! Yessss! Yessss! YESSSS! MORE!" she gasped.

A third finger joined in, and made squishy noises as it plunged into her cunt. My lip lock on her button maintained, I gnawed on it. Her legs began to shake, and she arched her back, while I braced for impact.

"MmmnnaaaahhhhhfuuuuUUUUUCKYESSSSS!" she screamed. I lapped furiously at her snatch, slurping up the honey that flowed like a river of lust from her depths, and she lurched wildly in my hands. "Holy shit!" she hissed, as her body shuddered again, and wilted. I gave her a few parting licks, and rested my chin on her mons, watching her breasts heave on her chest as she caught her breath. She struggled to sit up, propping herself up with her arms. Her face was flushed, and her eyes dreamy.

"Mmmmm, that was different," she moaned, blinking her eyes to clear them. A smile. "Okay, I think it's time for you to reciprocate. You can clearly see everything I've got..." she grinned, gesturing to her fabulous, naked body, which I would never get tired of inspecting. "Come on, baby brother...whip it out. It's my turn to play."

I smiled back, and stood before her, unbuckling my belt, and unzipping the fly. I watched as she licked her lips in anticipation. Undoing the button, I pushed my jeans down, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of the denim that locked my ankles together. A pair of tighty-whities, struggling mightily to contain my erection, remained. I let Erica do the honours, and peeled my shirt off over my head.

"Oh my god, Stevie...is that all you?" she giggled, caressing my hard bulge. "This might be more fun than I hoped for," she said, pulling the waistband out, and peeking over the top. She gasped. "Oh...this will definitely be more fun than I thought! Get ready, little kitty," she smiled, "there's a new sheriff in town!"

I laughed, and she skinned my jockeys down, her mouth agape. Her reaction was very good for my ego, but she wasn't the first to express similar feelings. I don't think I was much longer than most guys, but every woman I had been with had told me that I was much, much thicker. One nicknamed it, calling my dick 'the crippler', after I made her walk funny following sex with me. She even declined a return visit. I hoped Erica wouldn't do the same.

With my underwear discarded, Erica stared at my cock, as it hung heavily between my legs. She took it in her hand, and stroked it softly, then licked the head, tasting the slippery pre-cum that was oozing out.

"Mmmmm, yummy," she giggled, and pounced, jamming as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I was thankful she had a wide mouth, because she swallowed better than half on the first try. It felt amazing

I watched her gobble my knob, her pretty lips stretched around my thick shaft, while she stared up at me. Her green eyes locked onto mine, and she bobbed her head ardently, swinging her long red hair, and big tits as well.

I stroked her hair and moaned softly, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder.

"Oh Hugs honey, you have no idea how long I wished for this moment. I never thought I'd get to feel your mouth on my dick like this. It's incredible," I smiled. She pulled back, extracting my spit soaked shaft from her lips.

"Yeah, well, if I had known you were carrying this thing around, I might have done this sooner," she giggled, and gulped me down again. She blew me for a few more minutes, then withdrew again to add something.

"Gig, I would really like to swallow your load, honey, but I'm not sure I can wait for you to fuck me with this monster. If I suck you off, are you going to lose your wood, or can you keep it hard for me?"

So you want to eat your cake and fuck it too? Well for you, baby, I'll give it my best shot.

"Go for it," I growled, and she smiled, diving back in. She sucked like a demon. My sister gave one wicked blowjob. That blonde Eddie cheated with had better have a solid gold twat, if he chose her over my buxom sibling.

Erica might have also been psychic, because she reached up with one hand and guided my own onto the top of her head. I looked into her eyes, and she winked. When my other hand joined the first in her hair, she dropped hers into her lap, and surrendered her mouth for my use.

It seemed pretty clear she wanted me to fuck her face, and my hips didn't miss a beat, stroking into her drooling maw. Her tongue whirled about inside, teasing my dick to even greater hardness, and she moaned a constant stream of 'mmmm hmmm's, urging me to squirt.

She wouldn't need to urge me for long. Between the exquisite sensation of her lips and tongue, and the view of her incredibly pretty face swallowing my shaft repeatedly, I was being brought to a boil rapidly.

"Mmmmm hmmm, that's it Hugs...suck my cock...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, I'm... gonna... cuuUUUUUUUUMMMMM!" I yelled, emptying my balls into her mouth. I spurted, and spurted, and spurted, while Erica swallowed as quickly as she could, which was just not fast enough. The corners of her mouth began to leak, and twin trails of semen trickled south, dangling obscenely from her chin.

Once I was spent, she sucked a few more times to keep me hard, and gulped the last of it. She released me, and laid back, spreading wide. Her fingers cleaned up the overflow, as she grinned and moaned a directive.

"Okay, baby brother...fuck my cunt! Gimme that big fucking cock, right now!" She scooted onto the bed a bit more, making room for me.

I was eager to do so, and crawled up between her legs, while she grasped my spear with one hand and pointed it at the target. She pulled me in, and rubbed the head between her juicy lips. I pressed in, watching Erica's mouth fly open wide, along with her eyes. She nodded, and I slid deeper, until her hand patted my chest.

"Oh my fucking god!" she gasped. "Hold it there for a second. Give my poor little pussy a chance to open up." I waited, patiently impatient, until she nodded again. "Okay, I'm ready for more... Go for it."

Her pussy was very snug, and I pressed further into the warm crevice. Erica grimaced.

"All the way!" she grunted through clenched teeth. "Gimme all of it!"

I slammed in, balls deep, and held my position, while she whimpered and panted.

"It's not the most comfortable sensation," she groaned, "but I know it will get better. It's like losing my virginity again," she smiled. "You're taking my cherry, Gig. Fuck me. Gently please?"

Pulling out of her cunt's heavenly embrace, I expected her to turn inside out, but her juicy lips slid smoothly along my shaft, until I reversed, and plunged back in.

"How's that?" I asked, watching her face. Her brow furrowed. It was obviously not yet a pleasurable experience.

"Still hurts, but it's getting better," she said softly. "Keep going."

I was torn between my concern for her, and my own, selfish desire to keep screwing her luscious body. I perched up on my arms, so I could watch her expression, and continued gently. I stroked into her pussy as smoothly and easily as I could, and her mask of discomfort gradually relaxed, replaced by a smile.

"Oh, that's much better now, honey," she moaned. "Much better." She smiled, and pulled me down to her, planting a passionate kiss on me. "Make love to me Gig. Show me how you feel about me. Let me feel it."

"Gladly," I whispered, and kissed her again. I began to thrust into her a little more firmly, but still lovingly. Her body responded, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Oh shit, Stevie," she hissed, "your cock is incredible. It rubs all the good spots at once." An ecstatic, dreamy look crossed her face. "Oh god, fuck me, honey. Fuck me."

Happy to be of service, I shifted gears, skewering her deeper and more energetically. Her pussy gripped my shaft tight, and she began to shake in my embrace.

"Cumming, baby! Donnnnnnnnn't stopppppppp! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meee!" she groaned, as her body quaked, twisted and shuddered. "Oh god yes! Don't you dare stop! Fuck me harder! Pound my cunt!"

Who knew my sister was such a sex fiend? Then again, who knew I was? Oh, if our parents could see their two eldest children now, I think the dinner conversation would be somewhat strained. But since Mom and Dad weren't here, I decided to ignore that thought, and fuck my sister the way she asked me to.

I thrashed her, fucking her full bore. My eyes were drawn to her chest, which was wobbling and swaying uncontrollably as her body absorbed my furious assault. Her nipples were no longer stubby, having stood up tall and straight. I saw her eyes roll back, and she came again, but I didn't even slow down as she screeched like a banshee, an unintelligible wail of bliss. I only stopped when she patted my chest again, begging for a break.

"Oh, honey, I need to catch my breath," she gasped. "Slow down for a few minutes."

I had a better idea. Unsheathing my shaft from her tight gash, I grabbed her ankles, and spun her onto her tummy.

"Mmmmm, yes Gig," she giggled, scrambling onto all fours. She dropped her shoulders low, and wiggled her rump in the air. "Your doggy is ready. Mount me."

My god, her ass looked so perfect in this position. I knelt behind her putting a hand on each hip, while her right hand appeared from between her thighs to direct my cock back into her slippery snatch. It went in easier this time, and she pushed back to impale herself fully.

"There you are, back where you belong," she smiled, over her shoulder. "Nice and deep."

I love doggy style. I love to watch my cock disappear and reappear, freshly coated with pussy juice, as I plunge in over and over. I love to watch my partner's ass ripple and shake as I plough into her. Most of all, I love the way it makes my balls tingle, and the feeling I get when I cum deep inside. The prospect of my sister being the recipient was especially appealing.

I fucked her, pulling back on her hips as slammed in, using long, deep strokes. Erica yelped and squealed as I drilled into her, adding to the cacophony of grunts, groans and slapping flesh that filled the apartment. She was cumming, I think, if I read her vocalizations correctly. There was the occasional partial word in there that seemed to indicate she was having an orgasm. Suddenly, her words were crystal clear.

"Cum in me!" she shrieked. "Cum inside my fucking cunt, you fucking stud! Fill my pussy with hot jizz! I want to feel the heat!"

She was pushing back into my thrusts as feverishly as I was. Her boobs were swinging freely, smacking against her arms. It was desperate, raucous and urgent. When she tossed her head back, and her long hair landed in a red wave on her back, I grabbed the reigns, and pulled hard.

"Yessss! YESSSS! YESSSSSSSSS!" she screamed, and shuddered again.

It was too much for me, and I joined her, spewing hot semen inside her twitching cooze. Her arms gave way under the onslaught, and I crushed her into the mattress, grinding deeper into her pussy while still spilling cum from my dick at an alarming rate. We collapsed into a sweaty heap of tangled arms and legs, both exhausted and panting like beached salmon. It took me a minute to gather enough energy to drag myself off her body, and drop beside her.

I laid there, catching my breath, looking into the one eye I could see through her tousled locks. That eye was fuzzy and unfocused, finally finding my face. A satisfied smile organized itself on her face.

"Gig, baby," she breathed, "I think we have a problem."

"Mmmmm? What's that?" I asked, quietly.

"Well, that was the most incredible sexual experience of my life," she smiled, "and I have no intention of it being a one time thing. I want you in my bed, and my pussy, forever. I love you, and I want us to be together."

She was right. That was a problem.

Not from me, of course. I had always loved my sister, and now that the reality of physical love with her had left my fantasies in the dust, I was ready, willing and eager to continue our forbidden relationship. Certainly, while we were living together, no one would be the wiser. She was still a McDonald, while I was a Renner. If she hadn't told anyone I was her brother, our secret was safe.

But...Mom and Dad weren't blind, or stupid. Eventually, the truth would come out.

Until then...

"I love you, too, Erica. I always have, and I want to be with you," I smiled. "I think, until the problem becomes a 'problem'...we should just enjoy ourselves, and be happy. Don't you agree?"

Erica didn't hesitate. She smiled, and nodded, sweeping the hair out of her face. She kissed me softly, and whispered one word...

"Absolutely."

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Now that Erica and I were together, life became much simpler. Also more complex. It just depends on the day.

For example, when Mom calls, we have to pretend we haven't just been fucking each other into oblivion. Usually we just let the answering machine get it, but there were a couple of early pickups that might have gotten us busted. So, more complicated in that way.

Simpler between us, though. Clothing was no longer optional... it was discouraged, unless we were expecting company. Erica would wander the apartment gloriously naked, with her big breasts jiggling and swaying it time to her sexy strides, and I was free to get as many full blown boners as I wanted to around her. I didn't need to hide them or be embarrassed, at all, as she was constantly checking me out as well.

I admit, there was a teenie, tiny voice in the back of my brain that was trying to remind me that the woman I was fucking daily was my sister. That voice was getting harder to hear every day, especially when she was on her knees sucking my cock with such obvious glee, which is what she was doing right now.

Oh. My. God. What an incredible cocksucker my big sister was! The best part was that she often did it completely unannounced, and without any wish for me to do anything but gush down her throat. I know my experience with the subject is limited, but it seemed to me that most women viewed a blowjob as a preparatory exercise, before they spread their legs to accept a good fucking. If they got a mouthful to swallow, it was a disappointment.

Erica quite obviously didn't share that viewpoint, and enjoyed getting me off, to the point where she sometimes had a gentle orgasm of her own. If her fingers were free to probe her gash, that 'sometimes' became 'always', and 'gentle' became 'gut wrenching'.

So, I'm here, sitting on the couch, arching my hips up to meet her lips as she sucks me like no other woman ever has. She's moaning, and stroking me with one slobber soaked hand, while the other is circling her clit furiously. I've got two handfuls of her beautiful red hair, humping her mouth eagerly, and... the phone rings.

If you're thinking 'this would be a time to let the machine get it', you're right. I had no plans to answer, and neither did Erica... but we still listened as the message was left.

"Hi kids... It's Mom calling," she began, while we both tried to continue quietly, as though Mom could somehow hear us. "Just thought I'd see how you two are getting along, since we haven't spoken in a while. Don't be too hard on each other. Give me a call back when you can. Love you, bye."

Erica giggled, and gave me a huge suck, finally flipping my switch. I groaned loudly, and spewed into her mouth, gushing hot semen that she swallowed happily.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Nice timing Mom!" I gurgled, gasping for air. Erica vacuumed up the last few drops, and smiled.

"Don't listen to her," she laughed. "You can be as... hard... on me as you like. In fact, I prefer it that way!"

She winked, and wiggled her ass at me, heading into the bedroom.

"Coming, darling?"

"Already did, Hugs. You, of all people should know that," I laughed. I did eventually follow, once I regained the use of my legs. My steps were unsteady, but there were enough pieces of furniture to lean on along the way. When I arrived at the bedroom doorway, I saw my sister laying back, her legs spread wide, with three fingers busy in her slippery pussy. The motion of her arm made her boobs dance enticingly. Despite having just been pleasured to completion, my dick couldn't ignore the sight, and twitched. It might be a few minutes before I was ready, but I could see a very attractive time killer to fill those minutes with.

All I had to do was get her fingers out of it.

I positioned myself between her thighs, and watched for a few seconds. It was a spectacular show, complete with scents and sounds, a sensory smorgasbord of sensuality. It was really fucking hot, too.

She pulled her fingers out, coated with delicious pussy gravy to the second knuckle. I was perfectly willing to clean them up, but she wanted the job herself, and sucked each digit with a moan of enjoyment. That left me to take care of the source of the mess ; her beautiful, bald pussy, already pouting open, and dripping wet.

Ever since that first night, just a few weeks ago, I had become addicted to my sister's pussy, unable to resist her. Truthfully, I really wasn't trying very hard to resist her. It's difficult to remind yourself that your perfect woman is actually your sister, when faced with the prospect of fulfilling all your fantasies by just excluding that fact. That little voice didn't even bother clearing his throat. He knew there was no winning the argument when I was already between her legs, and was picking his battles.

My tongue tasted her sweet secretions, and I sighed happily. Hugs did the same, harmonizing unconsciously. I went to town, licking, sucking and nibbling on her slippery folds, engorged labia, and aroused clit.

"Mmmmm, you're really good at that, Gig," she moaned. "Who taught you to eat pussy, anyway?"

"I, um... I kind of... Well... I watched a lot of girl-on-girl porn," I admitted with a shrug. "Seemed like another woman would know how to do it best."

I didn't anticipate that my sister would find the revelation funny, but she sure did, and began to chuckle, then it escalated into a full, raucous belly laugh. I actually had to stop tonguing her clit, and ask what she found so humorous.

"Oh, nothing... Except I keep picturing you as some nerd researcher, in glasses and a lab coat, with a clipboard and a pencil... Madly taking notes while some blonde dyke chews on her lover's juicy pussy," she laughed. "Volumes and volumes of notes!"

Ha, ha, ha! You think you're pretty clever, don't you sis? Well, I learned all sorts of tricks from those, um, 'instructional videos', like this one... I pressed two fingers inside her dripping cunt, palm up, and hooked the fingertips upward. There it is. I pressed firmly.

Erica's eyes popped open wide, and she lifted her head to look down at me.

"What the...? Holy shit, Stevie!" she gasped, squirming on the bed eagerly.

I put my tongue back to work on her clit, and she went ballistic. She had two handfuls of my hair, and was holding on tight, obviously not planning on letting me leave until I got her off. Her heels were digging into the middle of my back, urging me to continue. Just in case that wasn't enough to indicate her enjoyment, she was also screeching into the corner of her pillow. Muffled words of bliss filled the room.

I was sawing my fingers rapidly in and out of her slippery gash, maintaining the pressure against her g-spot, just the way the, um, 'instructors' did in the videos. Erica's slightly muted screams grew louder, and she arched her back, as my fingers prompted a flood of warm juices. I slurped them up as fast as her pussy could ooze the delicious honey out. Her thighs were quivering around my head, and her orgasm continued unabated, as did her screams. I kept plunging my fingers home, and she kept gushing ambrosia for me to lap up. Finally, she pulled the pillow away, and gasped for mercy.

"Stop! Please STOP!" she panted, her face flushed red. "Too much! Too much! I give! You win!"

Oh, there's no doubt I win. Every time we're together, I win, and so does she.

During my time between her legs, feasting on her yummy cunt, my cock had risen again, and was now eager to play his part in the festivities. I crawled up her body, dragging my erection up her leg.

"Ooooo, it's awake," she smiled, reaching down and grasping my stiffy. She gave it a few confirmation tugs, and rubbed it between her well lubricated lips, wordlessly telling me that she was ready to go. I pushed, and her pussy stretched open to accommodate my shaft. Every time we had sex, it went in a little easier, and the pleasure replaced the pain quicker.

"Mmnnnagggn! Shit!" she hissed. "Damn, that's a big dick! Does Dad have one like that?"

"I have no idea," I laughed, settling in deeper. "Why don't you ask Mom? Be sure to tell her why you're asking, too."

The fact that she was able to joke about it was proof it wasn't hurting her anymore.

"Yeah, sure," she giggled, holding her hand up in the universal thumb-and-pinky phone gesture. "Hi Mom. So I was fucking Stevie the other day, and I wondered where he got such a big dick. Does Dad have a big one, too? Hello? Mom? Are you there? We'd be going to her funeral."

"Well then the mystery shall remain just that," I smiled, beginning to stroke her gently. She moaned, and pulled me closer, finding my lips with hers.

The source of her beautiful, kissable lips... and the rest of the body I was currently taking great pleasure in penetrating... was much more obvious. Mom was similarly equipped, with even bigger tits than her oldest daughter. The twins were probably going to be equally spectacular.

I hoped I would still be alive when Sarah and Sylvia grew up. Not because I had any designs on sampling them as well, but because I knew if Dad ever found out I was fucking his first born daughter, he'd kill me. That little voice had found a bullhorn, and was trying to make himself heard over the moans and groans that were filling the room. I heard him, but my cock was running the show right now.

"Mmmmm, yeah, baby... Fuck me! It's so good, baby!" Erica moaned, hooking her hands behind her knees. She spread her legs wider, and pulled her knees back toward her shoulders, giving me completely unfettered access to pound her pussy as hard as I wanted, and as hard as she wanted me to.

My sexy sister never did anything by accident. She knew that giving me such a fabulous blowjob before she lured me into bed would lead me to eat her out for a few minutes, while I was recovering. She also knew it would take the edge off my urgency, and let me fuck her for a longer, more protracted period of time. She had set herself up to be thrashed mercilessly, because she liked it that way.

I was happy to give her what she wanted. It was fun to occasionally just cut loose, and use her body as though she was a cheap hooker, but I usually preferred to treat her like the treasure she truly was. As my sister, I had always loved her, but now I had fallen in love with her as well. The complications just kept piling up, but we chose not to see them.

Right now, all I could see was my sister's succulent cunt, stretched open around my cock, and her big, beautiful breasts, swaying joyously as I stroked into her firmly. Her sexy green eyes were focused on my face, and her spectacularly kissable lips were expressing the emotions she was feeling.

I was absolutely screwed, and I knew it. There was no winning in this situation. Sure, I was getting to live out all my fantasies. Sure, I was enjoying a sex life that any man would kill to have. I had a partner who was undoubtedly among the most beautiful and sexy any guy could ever hope for, and she would do anything for me. She loved me, and I loved her, all of which sounds like heaven, because it was.

It was also hell, because I couldn't see a way we could possibly come out of this unscathed. My choices were limited; if the relationship my sister and I were living became known, we were destroyed. Our family would never understand. It seemed the only way to avoid that fate was to stop, and go our separate ways, but that carried with it its own obvious level of pain.

Of course, these thoughts were pushed way down the priority list at the moment, as my brain had no room in it for anything but Erica right now. I could only focus on the pleasure she was giving me, and the pleasure she was hopefully feeling in return. Actually, I didn't need to worry about that part. She was making her enjoyment clear.

"Oh god, baby, yes! Yes! YES! FUCK MY PUSSY! JUST LIKE THAT!" she shrieked, among other expressions of joy that were only partially muffled by the corner of the pillow she was biting on.

My sister was the vocal one, and I usually confined my commentary to the animalistic grunts and groans of sex, at least until the end, when I would sing along side her happily during orgasm. The squeaking bedsprings rang out in the otherwise quiet apartment as I drilled down into her juicy cunt, pummelling her with each stroke of my hips. She liked it slightly on the rough side of the line separating love from lust, and we spent as much time fucking furiously as we did making love.

I watched her tits bouncing, and saw the flush beginning to grow on her chest and neck, marking her climax as it arrived. She screamed, but I just kept pounding her, holding her near the peak and pushing her along from one orgasm to the next, and the next.

I had read that some women never experience orgasm. Most can't have more than one, but my luscious sister was one of the fortunate few who can cum, and cum, and cum, proving that her uniqueness was far more than skin deep. I was so lucky to be able to sample her incredible blend of raw sexuality and striking beauty, even once. To do it every day was like winning the lottery.

We fucked like this for quite a while... long enough that having sex became an extremely effective workout, and caused me to sweat heavily, and that sweat began to drip down onto Erica's equally overheated body. She loved the complex perfume of our combined scents, I must admit I found it pretty hot as well, but not as arousing as she did. What I did find erotically charged was her reaction to it, as she moaned louder, and came again.

I suppose even a multi-orgasmic woman can reach her saturation point, and Erica did, finally melting under me. Her legs dropped to the bed, as did her arms, and her body stopped being an active participant, merely bouncing between my hips and the mattress. Her eyes lost focus, and I knew she was worn out.

It's much more fun to have her with me while we fuck, so I slowed, then stopped my thrusts completely, pulling out to lay beside her. She was still breathing heavily, slowly recovering, when she spoke.

"I need... a break. Wanna... fuck... my tits?... I... love... your hot... cum... all over... them," she smiled.

Hmmm, do I want you to wrap your big, soft tits around my cock, and slide back and forth in that heavenly slice of cleavage until I shoot my load across your face, neck, and chest? Well, gee, I don't know...

I smiled back, and moved to straddle her chest. She was sweaty, and my dick was still lathered with her slippery pussy juice, but she spat on it anyway before sandwiching her boobs on either side of my shaft. We didn't do this that often, and it was still a special treat to feel the resilient flesh of her breasts against my erect penis. It was totally selfish for me, and very, very visually stimulating, watching my cock peek out the soft 'Y' at the top of each stroke.

Erica held her tits together and smiled up at me, her eyes darting from my face to her cleavage and back again. Just in case the exquisite sensation and visual treats weren't sufficient, she was providing a narration that was hot enough to melt iron.

"Mmmmm, yes, honey, fuck my tits," she groaned. "Your cock is so hard, and so hot! I love the way it feels between my boobs, sliding back and forth. Do you like it, baby? See your cockhead? Are you going to cum, Gig? Is my baby brother gonna shoot his hot cum all over my tits? Please, baby, I love your cum on my nipples. Do it! Spray me!"

That about did it. Despite the fatigue this long session had engendered, my hips went on autopilot, moving faster and faster until I couldn't hold back the flood for another second. While I watched, transfixed on her cleavage, the first shot erupted from the soft crease onto her chest, oozing into the pearl necklace formation as I pulled my cock out and stroked myself to completion. She wanted my cum on her nipples, and I had plenty enough left to coat her stiff buds as requested. Finally spent, I shook the last drops out across her full globes, while she began to play with the gooey discharge.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she giggled, licking her fingertips repeatedly. "You taste delicious... not as good as my pussy, of course, but you're a guy. We're the ones made of sugar, spice, and all things nice, so we're supposed to taste better."

The incongruity of that childhood description being used to describe the orgasmic products of our incestuous couplings wasn't lost on me. Yet another reminder that we were on the road to hell.

Then why did it feel like heaven?

Another complication for the pile.

***

My sister came home from work early one night, and found me still up. I was watching TV, and she sat beside me on the couch.

I may not have been the most experienced guy in the world when it comes to women in general, but I did know this woman in particular very well. She didn't say anything, but I knew she was upset. I just wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close. She would tell me when she was ready, and until then, I would just hold her.

Even my patience had limits. Eventually, I had to drag it out of her.

"Rough night?" I probed. "Someone get grabby? Bad tippers?"

Erica just snuggled deeper into my arms, and pouted.

"No," she sniffed. "Everyone behaved, and I did better than usual on tips."

"So what's got you looking so sad? Eddie again?" I asked. He had been appearing on a regular basis, alone, since that first night. There was little we could do, other than learn to accept it, as he wasn't being unruly. His only crime was his presence.

"No, not Eddie again," she said, growing more angry than sad.

"Sorry I asked," I replied. "I'll leave you alone." I began to retract my arm, but she grabbed it and held me in place.

"Don't go. I'm not mad at you," she smiled. "I can always use the hug. I'm sorry."

"No problem, Sis. I just don't like seeing my pretty girl's face looking so down," I laughed, hoping the compliment would lubricate her to speak. It took a few seconds, but did the trick.

"You were close," she finally volunteered. "It wasn't Eddie, but the next worst thing."

I thought that one through. Who would be on the same plane as Eddie? It dawned on me, literally.

"Really? By herself?" I asked, surprised.

"No. She brought a group of her slut friends. I'm sure I was the topic of conversation," Erica growled.

Dawn was Eddie's girlfriend... the one he had cheated on my sister with. The same blonde bitch who had accompanied Eddie at Erica's bar weeks back. Now I could understand her mood.

It made me angry, too, because it appeared that Dawn was doing it on purpose.

I mean, really, what other reason could she have? Sports bars are a predominantly male domain to start with, and sports bars that feature scantily clad women would have to be even more so. I suppose lesbians might find them appealing as well, but it would appear that Dawn was straight, if her involvement with Eddie was any indication. That didn't leave many logical conclusions, except that she was intentionally trying to torment my sister.

I was still stewing about it when Erica twisted in my embrace, and kissed me.

"If you're in the mood, I could sure use some positive image reinforcement?" she giggled.

Make you feel desirable? Yeah, I could do that. Any day, any time. I don't even need a reason.

I kissed her back, and pulled her over to lay on her back across my lap, immediately palming her left breast appreciatively. She moaned, and helped me by tugging her zipper lower. It loosened the tight, metallized black fabric of her uniform, and let it gap open more. She was wearing a sexy pink bra tonight, and I slid my hand inside, feeling the warm, firm weight of her breast.

"Erica, my darling," I said softly, "I hate seeing you upset. You are my best friend, and my sister. I know it's painful to see these people, but Eddie is history. Dawn is history. Try to remember that... and that I always love you."

"I know, and I do remember it, and that you love me," she smiled. "It doesn't upset me nearly as much, now that I know you're here waiting for me."

"Just a phone call away," I laughed, recalling the late night rescue mission of the recent past.

"Yes!" she giggled, "with an ass-kicking ready for use!"

"With great power comes great responsibility," I nodded, flexing my muscles jokingly. The humour helped her relax, and put the day in perspective. That was good for her, and good for me too. I had found that a relaxed Erica was a horny Erica.

"So, Gig, I'm your best friend?" she asked coyly.

"Absolutely," I nodded.

"The sister part is a given. I have a feeling you left something out. Is there anything else?" she prodded, taking a deliberately large breath, causing her breast to rise into my hand fully.

"Let's see," I thought, tapping the fingers of my free hand against my lips. The other hand remained attached to her big, round breast, fondling it absentmindedly. She wanted me to play with her, so I was... just not the way she had it planned. "Nope. That's it. Friend. Sister. That's the whole list."

"You're sure?" she giggled, pressing her hand over mine. "There isn't something more... physical?"

"Gee, no," I replied. She pouted theatrically. "Just kidding, baby. You know you're the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I can't ever get enough of you. I love you."

Erica grinned, and sat up, wrapping an arm around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. She spent several seconds sucking on my tongue. At last, she broke away.

"Thank you. I love you too, now take me to bed, please," she whispered. "I need you."

I picked her up, holding her close. Moments later, I put her down on our bed, and laid atop her. Resuming the kiss, we spent a few minutes rolling around, and peeling off various pieces of clothing, until we were both nude, and under the covers.

I meant what I said about never getting enough of her, specifically her body. She had always been my perfect woman, and the object of all my fantasies. Now that we had decided to be everything each other needed, in the bedroom and in life, I was happy to be her partner.

We made love all night, sleeping when we needed to, and pleasing each other throughout.

Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

***

Nearly a week later, I woke with my sister cuddled deep in my arms. She had come home late last night, and I had barely noticed her sliding into bed next to me. Now I was spooned behind her, my morning wood wedged between her butt cheeks, while I had a handful of her big, soft breasts. I gave her a little squeeze, and she wriggled her bum back against me.

"What's that I feel back there?" she giggled.

"I rather like what I'm feeling up here," I whispered in her ear, fondling her firmly. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but my sister has really nice tits. She turned in my arms.

"I have to tell you about last night," she beamed. "I wanted to tell you when I got home, but you were asleep, and it's been driving me crazy."

"Good news?" I asked.

"Sort of. More like pleasing, if not actually good," she laughed. "It really doesn't effect us at all, but it made me smile."

"Okay," I smiled. "I'm all ears."

"Right. So, Eddie and Dawn were there again last night," she began.

"Son of a bitch!" I frowned. "What's with this asshole?"

"It's okay, honey," she said, touching my face softly. "I'm getting used to it, and besides... I think there's trouble in paradise. They had a fight."

Now I understood her mood. She had no interest in Eddie any longer, other than a desire for retribution. It appears that he might be getting some.

"I wasn't serving them," Erica continued. "All my friends there now know about him, and they swap out tables with me when he shows up so I won't have to deal with him. Anyway, I noticed that their conversation was getting a little loud, and animated. Dawn was definitely not happy with him. Do you remember Amber?"

Let's see... Amber? Blonde... Tall, with huge tits? Yes, I think they, um... she rings a bell.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Well, she had their table, and Eddie was drooling over her every time she brought them a round of drinks," she said. "Most guys do. It's hard to miss those boobs of hers."

True. They were like torpedoes. Very expensive torpedoes.

"I guess he was showing a little too much interest in her tits," she giggled. "Suddenly, Dawn screams at him, slaps him hard across the face, and throws her drink at him. She stormed out, and left him sitting there with the entire room staring at him."

"Good. It's too bad she had all the fun," I laughed. "I would have liked to have a shot at him, as well."

"I'm just glad he's finally getting his just desserts, even if it's from someone else," she smiled. "Perhaps you'll settle for getting a shot at his ex-wife? How about a shot in his ex-wife?"

As I had said, Eddie was history. She pressed her body against mine, reminding me what was important, and what could be left behind. We kissed, and were soon making love again. A small part of me actually felt sorry for Eddie. He would never again experience the joy I did every day.

Okay, it was a very, very small part.

***

The next day, Erica had more news, and it was shocking.

It seems that Dawn was at her bar again, alone this time, and looking specifically for my sister.

"At first, I didn't want to talk to her, but something made me do it," Erica said. "I don't know why."

"What did she say?" I asked.

"Well, first of all, she apologized for stealing my husband. Of course, she claims that she didn't know he was married," she replied.

"Could be true," I nodded. "Eddie's a scumbag. He lied to you, so it's not beyond belief that he lied to her as well. Doesn't really make her an angel."

"No it doesn't. Anyway, Dawn said she knows we will never be friends, and she doesn't blame me for that. She did make an interesting offer, though," Erica answered. "It should come as no surprise that he is now cheating on her. He's been trolling on a dating site, and she caught him."

"That's fair. She should feel it from both sides of the cheating coin. So what's her offer," I prompted.

"She's pissed, and she wants revenge," Erica smiled. "She's offering to let me play a part. I'm considering it. I'd love to see him squirm."

"What's her plan?" I asked.

"She doesn't really have one yet, but she's open to suggestions," she giggled. "I figure between the three of us, we should be able to come up with a suitable punishment. You, me, and our new fr-enemy Dawn."

I'm sure you've heard that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, haven't you? In my limited experience, it's true. It goes without saying that having two women pissed at you, and after your cheating ass, is hell times two, if not squared. Eddie was finally going to get his.

Now all we needed was a plan.

***

It took a few days, but I woke from a nap with a brainstorm. Erica thought it sounded like a good start, but was lacking a little bite. She was probably right, so I mulled it over a bit. I had other concerns about the whole situation.

While exacting a measure of revenge against the asshole who broke my sister's heart sounded like a great idea emotionally, there was a logical conflict. It carried with it an element of danger that I'm not sure Erica had considered. The problem was me.

It occurred to me that there were three types of people in the world. The first and shortest list were those who knew me only as Erica's roommate. They may or may not assume there is a physical component to our relationship, but nothing could be proven. The third and most comprehensive list was those who didn't know me at all. It was the second list that worried me.

That's the group of people who knew I was her brother, and most dangerous among those was Eddie himself. Dawn was on the third list, but under no circumstances should people on list one confer with those on list two. In other words, those who knew me as her roommate, and that we might be intimate, must never know I'm her brother. Those who know I'm her brother must never know that we are intimate. If Eddie found out I was living with his sister, and then heard about her new live-in boyfriend from somewhere, I'm sure he'd rat us out in a heartbeat. Especially after we finish fucking up his life.

"You're right," Erica nodded when I told her my worries. "You need to stay out of it, or at least stay hidden behind the scenes. We really need to compartmentalize this thing. Dawn can't know about you at all. She has to think it's just the two of us girls after him."

"Agreed," I replied. "Now as far as that additional bite goes, I think I have an idea." I explained it to her.

"Oh my god! You're evil! I love it! That son of a bitch is going to be sorry!" she gasped. "I can think of someone to enlist for photos and the meeting, but that last bit is beyond my scope."

"I think I might know somebody. He's even good with computers, so he can do that part, too. I know his secret, so we don't need to worry about him figuring out ours," I assured her. "I'll call him."

"I'll talk to my helper tonight," Erica smiled. "I think we've got it!" I held my hand up, and she gave me a high-five happily. "I'm excited!"

"Hugs, you're always excited," I smiled. "Don't overstate the obvious."

***

Over the next few days, we began to assemble the items needed for Eddie's demise. Dawn had been briefed on the plan, and was on board. She had a few items to shop for herself.

Erica was happy to finally get even with her ex-husband, but not so thrilled at having to partner with Dawn to do it. True, they were both women, and now shared an unfortunate history with the same man. However, forgiveness wasn't in the cards, despite Dawn's apology.

"I'm not doing this for myself," she frowned, deep in thought. "Okay, I am, but not only for myself. Not even for Dawn. In my opinion, it's only fair that she get cheated on; if he cheated with her, how can she be surprised he cheated on her? No, I'm doing this to stop him. The next woman might be a completely innocent soul, with no idea what a monster she's allowing into her life."

I agreed. He did deserve it, and hopefully this would teach him a lesson about deceit.

I was flipping through the photos my sister had taken of her friend at work. Antonia was happy to help, and more than qualified to attract Eddie's attention. A blue-eyed blonde who did a little dancing on the side, she had upgraded her natural endowment to a head turning level, comparable to Erica's fabulous and totally original pair. She wasn't shy about using them, either.

These pictures will get Eddie's juices going, I thought, and with the profile we're putting together, he's almost certain to take the bait, especially since he has no idea he's the fish.

"Nice work on the pictures," I smiled. "Maybe you have a future as a photographer."

"Yeah, well, Toni will take her clothes off at the drop of a hat, so it wasn't hard to talk her into it," she giggled. "She does have nice tits, doesn't she?"

The pictures were taken in the ladies locker room, and showed Antonia in various states of undress, starting in a skin tight t-shirt, and finishing with her bra and panties on the floor. It was more than we needed, but better to have extras.

We were going to set a honey trap for Eddie. Dawn had caught him with a woman he had met online, and she told us he was still on the same site, hunting for his next victim. It was simple enough to merely set up a fictional woman on the site, using Toni's picture, and wait for Eddie to come calling.

That portion of the plan was being handled by a friend of mine, Paul, who was a whiz on the computer. He was going to alter the photos slightly, just enough to maintain Antonia's anonymity, and play the part of the bait online, responding to posts. The character's name was 'Paula'. It was his idea to make Paula's occupation known; she was a 'dancer', and the cleavage in her photo made it clear it wasn't with the ballet.

Paul didn't know Eddie, but he knew men. He was gay, and that was his brilliance. He reasoned that most men would be intimidated by a woman who has enough confidence to dance nude in public. He was probably right. Any man who wasn't intimidated wouldn't be able to resist taking a shot at Paula, for bragging rights alone.

The newest members always get the most activity; if you're only looking for a woman to fuck, why sift through the thousands of long-time members, when there were eager newbies to be had. Eddie wouldn't be the only reply, but her was almost certainly among them. We left it to Paul to sort him out of the chaff.

All of this was just the preliminaries. We were just isolating him, so we could lure him into the real trap. Until then, we waited patiently.

***

It was my job to keep my sister occupied while we waited. It was a task I took upon myself, selflessly sacrificing my wellbeing to keep her happy.

Yeah... I know. 'Keeping her happy'... also known as fucking her brains out... was hardly an onerous thing. Still, I didn't have much else to do, so I took my job seriously. Erica and I went at it like rabbits.

I was behind my sister, watching my cock plunge into her pussy as I fucked her doggy style. I was standing, and she was on her knees and elbows at the corner of the bed. It was very athletic.

"Mnaaaaaahhhn, yes, fuck me, Gig! I just love your big dick in my cunt!" she grunted, bracing herself with two fistfuls of comforter. I had my legs outside of hers, keeping her knees from sliding off the corner of the mattress. It raised her butt higher, and made her tighter as well. My hands held her hips for safety and pulled her back to meet my thrusts.

In addition to the image of my penis splitting her labia wide, I couldn't help but notice the way Erica's tight little butt hole flexed as I stroked her. It made me wonder how she would react if I did... This.

I slid my I right hand across her rump, and ran my thumb over her sphincter. Erica's head popped up in surprise, and her moans changed to a more suggestive pitch. A quick pass through the excess pussy froth that had collected around the base of my dick provided lubrication, and my thumb went back to her back door, pressing in slightly.

"Gig..." she whispered, pushing back against me, "... I've been keeping a secret from you. I didn't want you to think less of me."

It took me a few seconds to put that one together. Once I did, the irony was not lost on me.

"Hugs, are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" I asked. So I'm here, with my cock buried balls deep in my sister's succulent pussy, and she's worried I will think less of her if I knew this secret. It seems my right to be judgemental disappeared the second I first penetrated her. I thumbed her asshole again. "Your ass-cherry has been taken, hasn't it?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"And you like it, don't you?" I added, pushing the tip of my thumb deeper, until the tight ring relaxed, and let it in.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she nodded again, with a groan. "I love it!"

"Do you want me to fuck your ass now?" I questioned, pushing my thumb all the way in.

"Mmmmm, oh yes," she purred, "but I'm afraid. Your dick is so much thicker than, um, uh... well, I'm afraid it will hurt too much. Would you be disappointed if we waited for a while?"

"Not at all, Sis," I smiled wiggling my thumb as I resumed my rhythm of strokes into her dripping snatch. "You tell me when."

"Thank you, Gig," she moaned. "Until then, you can play with my ass. I like it this way."

"You got it," I laughed, pounding her harder. The thought of someday getting to partake in fucking her ass was an exciting one. I hadn't done it before with any of my previous girlfriends, and none of them had such delicious looking posteriors either. It was definitely something to look forward to, but her pussy was certainly enough to keep me happy until then.

Speaking of her pussy, it was clutching my cock tight as she rolled through another orgasm, biting the comforter to mute her shrieks. That snug grip was bringing me closer to the peak as well. It wouldn't be long now.

Erica heard me grunt, and knew I was going to cum soon. She really liked my cum, in her, on her, or dripping down her throat. Where she wanted it was just a question of mood, and she didn't make me wonder for long.

"Cum in me, honey," she smiled over her shoulder. "Fill me with your warm juice."

I slammed into her for a few dozen more furious strokes, until I felt the switch trip in my balls. There was no stopping it now. I exploded, gushing inside her while she moaned softly. I pumped her full.

Erica pulled forward, dislodging both my cock and thumb. She laid on her side, with one leg bent and angled upward. Her pussy gaped open, oozing pearly goo down her thigh, while she looked up at me lovingly.

"Mmmmm, thank you," she smiled. "Thank you for making me feel so good... Thank you for being my best friend... Thank you for being behind me when things are rough. I love you."

"I love you too, Hugs," I smiled back, easing down beside her into her arms. We embraced, more as true soul mates than siblings. We were still holding each other when my phone pinged. "Should I get that?" I asked her.

"Go ahead," she giggled. "I need to hit the shower anyway."

I watched her butt as she strode into the bathroom, then reached over and grabbed my phone. It was a text from Paul. I read it, and rolled out of bed.

"Ready for some news?" I asked, as I joined her in the shower, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She was soapy, slippery, and oh so much fun to hold.

"That depends," she laughed, turning in my grasp. She put her arms around my neck. "Is it good news, or bad news? You still love me, right?"

"Of course," I replied, kissing her softly.

"Then it doesn't matter. What's the news?" she smiled, returning the kiss.

"Eddie has taken the bait," I grinned. "Paul says he wants to meet Paula. All it took was the picture of Antonia in her bra, and he popped up, along with a few dozen other guys that Paul had to weed out. You need to talk to Dawn."

"I'll call her as soon as we get out of the shower," she nodded. Another kiss, and she rested her head against my chest. "We're gonna get the son of a bitch, aren't we?"

When Eddie broke my sister's heart, he made an enemy. Part of me wanted to beat him to a pulp, and say to hell with the plan. It would be more emotionally satisfying, but it would give him the power back. No, the plan was the way to get him without him knowing he was getting got. It was the way to really fuck him up.

"He's ours," I smiled, stroking her hair. "He's all ours."

***

The call to Dawn was placed, and the wheels set in motion. Then Erica called Antonia to check on her availability for the meeting with Eddie. She was looking forward to playing her part. I suppose no woman wants to be cheated on, even those who use sex as part of their occupation. Antonia was nearly as angry with Eddie as I was.

I called Paul and told him to go ahead. He would string Eddie along for a few more days, then finally give in, and set up a date between Paula and Eddie.

The real fun was about to begin.

***

I was going to stay behind the scenes, but there was no way in hell I was going to miss the action completely. Erica and I were going to be there when 'Paula' had her date with Eddie. We'd be hiding behind disguises, and cloaked in shadows, but we would be there to watch him.

It had been years since Eddie had seen me, so it wasn't going to take much to make me invisible to him. Erica was going to take a bit more work. That hair, those curves, and her distinctive eyes, would all make her instantly recognizable.

The night of the operation arrived, and we both felt the curious mix of nervousness and excitement as we headed out. We planned to be in position long before Eddie arrived, and wanted a few minutes with Antonia in advance.

Dawn had booked a room in the hotel attached to the bar where 'the date' was happening, and Paul was up there now, getting Antonia ready. He was helping her with her makeup, but not in the normal sense of the word. Makeup was usually done to improve a woman's appearance, but tonight it would be meant to butch up her looks a little. Just enough to work with the dim lighting and glasses to make her less feminine above the neck, while her breasts kept him from looking too closely.

We met Antonia in the hallway after Paul was done. She was perfect, dressed in a tight sweater that emphasized her breasts, but showed nothing. She was nervous, but ready to set him up for us. She checked her bag for Dawn's other contribution, and found it.

"Thank you for helping with this," Erica smiled, hugging her friend.

"I'm happy to help. Bastards like him need to be dealt with," Antonia said, rubbing my sister's shoulders. "Here goes." She walked down the hallway, and turned to corner into the lounge.

"We'd better get in there, too," I said softly. "Just in case he's early."

"Right. Let's go," Erica nodded, and we followed in 'Paula's' footsteps.

When we entered the bar, we stayed to the right, and took a booth in the corner that gave us a view of the table where Antonia was settling in. I noticed that several other men also saw her at the table, and one of them immediately tried to pick her up. She declined politely, then repeated herself to the next one who tried to do the same. Thankfully, Eddie arrived in time to preempt any others. He recognized her, and took his seat, while she smiled and welcomed him.

"Damn! I wish we could hear what he's saying," Erica giggled.

I felt pretty safe that Eddie wasn't going to even see us, let alone recognize us. I was at the same table as my sister, and I barely knew it was her. Temporary black dye transformed her hair, baggy clothes obscured her magnificent shape, and horn-rimmed glasses hid her eyes. Mom would have a tough time telling it was her. I was wearing a cap, and had let my beard grow for a week. We were invisible.

We picked at the finger foods we had ordered, and kept an eye on things at the centre table. They seemed to be getting along. Drinks were ordered. There was a lot of laughing and touching of hands. Antonia was doing a great job of leading him right where we wanted him, and somehow not throwing up when he touched her.

I saw her gesture to his mouth, and he excused himself to go to the restroom.

"Nicely done, Toni," Erica laughed. "Did you see that?"

"Yup," I nodded. She had implied that he had something stuck in his teeth, and he had fallen for it. Left alone at the table, she was now able to empty the contents of the small vial in her purse into his drink. I don't know what it was, but Dawn said it would put him out for a while.

He came back, and took a sip of his drink.

"Okay. The clock is ticking, Toni," my sister warned. "Better get him upstairs soon, or you'll have to carry him."

As though she could hear us, Antonia soon drew him in, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and clearly suggesting that they retire to her room, which she had rented to avoid any problems with her roommate. It was a plausible story for a woman who was expecting to get laid, and Eddie was certain not to decline the invitation.

Indeed, he paid the cheque, and followed her out the door. We did the same, but we took the stairs up eight floors, rather than the elevator. The plan was to get him into the room for more drinks, until the drugs took effect, and he was unconscious. Antonia would call us when that happened.

Until she called, we were relaxing in our own room, one floor above and just a few doors down from Antonia's. It was a last minute addition, and Erica and I were going to spend the night here after we were done with Eddie. We were able to get close enough that I could pick up the Wi-Fi feed from a small video camera hidden in the other room. Within minutes, we were able to see the goings on between Eddie and 'Paula'.

Eddie was obviously feeling the effects of the drug, and was already a bit unsteady on his feet. Antonia sat on the bed, and he sat beside her, trying to make his move.

Subtle he wasn't, and went directly for her big tits, while simultaneously attempting to taste her tonsils. She took it like a champ, and leaned back letting him follow her down. His hands mauled her boobs aggressively, then slowed and stopped. The drug was doing its job.

Antonia tipped her head up. Eddie was unconscious, laying three-quarters on top of her, with his hand on her left breast.

"About time," she groaned, grabbing his hand like a dead rat and dragging it off her. She pushed his shoulder, and rolled him off, letting her stand up. She patted his face. "Yoo hoo? Eddie? Nope he's out. Good." She put her knee between his legs and gave him a moderate shot to the junk. "That's for cheating on my friend..." a second shot followed, "... and that's for grabbing me, scumbag."

Erica was on her way out the door before Antonia even called.

"If I need help, I'll call you," she smiled. "Keep watching."

As I watched, Antonia unpacked the contents of a small overnight bag onto the armoir; A wig, in her colour and style; one of her bras; two large false breasts. There was a knock on the door, and she answered it, letting my sister in.

"Yeah, he's done," Erica said into her phone. "You should head over here right away. See you soon." She turned, and hugged Antonia. "Thank you so much, Toni. We couldn't have done it without you. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No," Antonia smiled, "I've been groped by worse. So have you, honey, but we usually get a tip afterwards."

"Hmmm, good point," Erica nodded, tapping her lips in thought. "Well, he grabbed you, didn't he? So he can tip you, too." She rolled him over, and fished his wallet out of his pants. She pulled a twenty out, and handed it to Toni, then added another one. "He's a big tipper."

Antonia stuffed the cash between her boobs, hugged my sister once more, and left, her part done. Erica was alone. She walked over to the bed, and stood above him.

"You know," she said quietly, looking down at him with disgust, "just a couple of months ago, if I was here like this, I'd probably claw your eyes out. You hurt me, you piece of shit. But things have changed. I've moved past you now, and I'm happier than I ever was with you. So, you can thank Stevie for saving your eyes. I'm not as angry as I was, but you're not going to get away clean."

"Ooooo, jeez, he's gonna be sore in the morning," I winced, as she kneed him in the balls for the third time. Her words weren't lost on me. I made her happy. What more could I ask?

A few minutes later, Erica answered the door, and let Dawn in, along with Paul. The rest of the evening was in their hands.

Speaking of in their hands, Eddie was. Erica and Dawn dragged him up the bed, and peeled the covers back, while Paul went to work on himself in the bathroom. This is where that extra bite Erica requested comes in.

The girls undressed him. Well, they had both seen it before anyway, so it was hardly new to them. Once they had him naked, they covered him up, and let him sleep. They weren't ready for him yet.

Erica poured a drink for herself, then one for Dawn. They took seats opposite each other.

"I'm sorry," Dawn said, sipping her drink. "I was wrong. What I did to you was unforgivable. I was wrong about him. He wasn't worth it."

"No he wasn't," Erica replied softly. "Actually, I owe you some thanks, for bringing his character flaws out into the open. I hope that someday you find someone who makes you as happy as I am now."

"Right," Dawn nodded. "Someone who won't cheat, and who has a bigger dick!"

"Yeah!" Erica laughed. "He never was any good in bed. Too much about him!"

Paul opened the bathroom door, and stepped into the room. He was made up a little like Antonia had been, and wearing a robe.

"Ready?" Erica asked him.

"Pretty much. What about him?" he responded, pointing to Eddie's slumbering form.

"Just about," Dawn nodded. She fished a bottle of lube out of her bag, and walked over to the bed. She pulled the covers back and squirted some on Eddie's dick... just enough to make him think it had been used.

"Roll him over," Paul said, kneeling on the bed. "I've got just the thing to really fuck with his head." He reached into the robe pocket, and came out with a small jar. He scooped a daub of the contents out with his finger. He grinned.

"Tiger balm. A little of this on his ass and he'll swear he's been fucked by a buffalo," he laughed. "It'll burn for a week, and water just makes it worse." Paul didn't wait for the okay... he just slathered it between Eddie's cheeks. "Take that!"

I heard everyone laughing as the three of them wrestled Eddie into position under the covers. The ladies turned their backs, and Paul dropped his robe, crawling into bed beside Eddie. Everything was ready. Now we just had to wait for him to wake up.

Erica and Dawn took Eddie's clothes into the bathroom, then took their seats to wait quietly and finish their drinks. The room fell silent.

I took advantage of the lull in the action to use the bathroom. My timing was perfect, and as I came back out to check the display on my tablet, Eddie was stirring. The girls hid in the bathroom, and closed the door.

"Oh boy, this should be good," I said to myself, in the privacy of my own room. Eddie was going to freak out, and it was mostly my plan that was going to cause that freak out. I just hoped the batteries in the camera held out, or I would miss the fun.

Paul watched as Eddie became more aware and awake. He rubbed against Eddie's body, and Eddie moaned, draping his arm across Paul's chest. His hand searched for the breasts he expected to find. Even though he had nothing to remember, he had to assume it was Paula that he was in bed with, but there were no breasts. He opened his eyes, and found Paul looking back at him.

"Hi honey," Paul said softly, leaning in to kiss Eddie, the way a lover would.

Eddie reacted like he was struck by lightning, lurching back away from Paul, and nearly falling out of bed.

"Careful, sweetie," Paul smiled. "You'll hurt yourself."

"Who the fuck are you?!" Eddie gasped. "I don't remember... Who... Where's, um, where's Paula?" he finally managed to stammer out.

"Oh, she's over there, on the armoir, honey," Paul replied, gesturing toward the furnishings. "At least until the surgery, then she'll be right here." Paul leaned up, closing the gap to Eddie again.

Eddie recoiled in horror once more, and looked over to where the wig sat on its form, and the bra hung by one strap off the knob of the drawer. The falsies sat like gelatinous blobs next to the wig.

I could see Eddie's wheels spinning, trying to do the math. He kept coming up with an answer he really, realllllllly didn't like.

"No. No... Paula? The blonde with the big tits? Where did she go?" he asked again, not willing to believe it.

Paul just smiled, and fluttered his fingertips at Eddie. I laughed, watching Eddie squirm.

"No!" he gasped again, stumbling out of the bed naked. "No, that's not... No! NO! JESUS! WHY AM I NAKED?! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!"

"Come back to bed, honey," Paul smiled, playing his role perfectly. "We've got lots of time for round two."

"Round two? ROUND TWO?!" Eddie screamed. I assume the pain of the Tiger balm on his ass, and his bruised testicles finally pushed the confusion aside. "JESUS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY ASS?! WHY DO MY BALLS HURT?!" he yelled, trying to cover his crotch with his hands. The stickiness of the dried lube made him look at his hands incredulously.

In my room, I jumped up.

"Do it, Paul!" I laughed, leaning closer to the screen. "He teed it up for you! Do it!"

"Oh honey, there's NOTHING wrong with your ass! It's divine! The best I've ever had!" Paul smiled, crawling closer. He was naked, and his dick was stiff. "Come on. Let's do it again!"

"Home run!" I yelled. "HOME, FUCKING, RUN!" I thrust my arms up in victory, and did a happy dance.

"AGAIN?! I DON'T REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME?!" Eddie screamed, looking for a way out.

"That's okay, honey. I'll remember for both of us," Paul said, blowing a kiss.

"STOP THAT! AND STOP CALLING ME HONEY! JESUS... MY CLOTHES... WHERE ARE MY FUCKING CLOTHES?!" Eddie screamed, searching frantically.

"But we were so good together," Paul pouted.

"You... You... You said you were a woman!" Eddie pointed accusingly. "Jesus! I kissed you!" he spat.

His mind wasn't fighting it anymore. He bought the sting, but was hoping to keep it quiet. He desperately wanted out of that room.

"Where... Are... My... Clothes," he said through clenched teeth. He'd obviously drank to much, because his head was spinning His ass was burning. The wig was just like Paula's hair. The guy in the bed even had lipstick on. Shit! He'd been suckered by a transvestite. How could this happen?

"Do you want me to suck your cock again?" Paul asked, standing up. His erection bobbed before him, attracting Eddie's eyes for a second. "Or maybe you'd like to suck mine again?"

I could see Eddie cringe. That word... 'again'... implied that he had already done so once. He looked ill, and beaten.

"Look, I, um... what's your real name?" Eddie asked quietly.

"Paul," Paul smiled.

"Of course," Eddie sighed. "Okay, so Paul, I, uh, I don't know how this happened. I guess I drank too much, and somehow... Well, Paul, I'm not gay."

"That's okay," Paul nodded. "Bi-sexual is fine with me. I'm going to become a woman soon anyway. It will all work out."

Eddie gritted his teeth again.

"You don't understand," Eddie said evenly, looking away from Paul's nude form. "I'm not trying to work things out. I'm saying that I don't want this. I can't believe this happened. Paul, where are my clothes, please? I'd like to leave."

"Okay, fine," Paul shrugged. "You came out of the bathroom naked before I sucked your cock, so I suppose they're in there."

Eddie cringed again at the thought that another man had sucked him. It was almost as good as if it actually happened.

He walked to the door and opened it.

"Hello, Eddie," Erica smiled, flipping the light on as the door swung open.

"Fuck! What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, startled. Then he saw Dawn, and knew he was fucked.

"Hi Eddie," Dawn snarled, moving around him. "How's your ass? I gotta say, you took it in the back door better than I did the first time. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Yeah, I'd say you have," Erica said, uncovering the camera. "Maybe after we post this online, someone will recognize you and tell us all about it."

"So, that's how it is, huh? You're together on this?" Eddie asked, eyeing the camera.

"Yup," Erica nodded. "You know, I always thought it was just a cliché, but the enemy of my enemy really is my friend, or at least a tolerable acquaintance. So how's it feel to get fucked with?"

"Yeah, whatever," he snarled back. "Give me the camera."

"Not a chance. Besides, it's not mine to give you," Erica shook her head. "And even if I did, and you destroyed it, you don't think we'd be stupid enough to let you at the recording, do you?"

"No," Dawn chimed in. "It's being recorded elsewhere. In fact, we're all getting a copy. You're not getting away with it this time, you shit stain."

Of course, there really wasn't anything to record, other than our deception, and his apparent acceptance of it, but he didn't know that. I suppose we could post his naked ass for a giggle, since he was still walking around starkers.

I watched Erica scoop up the pile of Eddie's clothes. She appeared ready to hand them to him, but when he reached for them, she spun away, and whipped open the door to the outer hallway. With a flourish, she unceremoniously tossed them out of the room. Paul and Dawn pushed Eddie out into the hallway, and Erica slammed the door.

"Good riddance!" she giggled, and exchanged high fives with Dawn and Paul.

It was done. Even though it didn't really happen, Eddie thought it did, and that just might make him think twice before cheating again. At the very least, both Dawn and Erica could say they got the better of him this time, and we did have video of him in bed with another man. A little creative editing could make that very difficult for him to dismiss, if it came to that.

Personally, I hoped it wouldn't. I would be happy if he would just disappear, and leave my sister alone.

***

Dawn was checking out Paul's dick. In truth, he was more bi-curious than fully gay, so perhaps he and Dawn would make use of the room after Erica came back to ours. I suppose she deserved some fun.

The three of them exchanged hugs and congratulations were dispensed all around. After enough time had passed that Eddie was probably gone, Erica opened the door carefully. The coast was clear, so she said goodbye, and headed my way.

By the time she arrived, I had a new interest in the view from the camera. Indeed, Dawn was making a move on Paul, and was on her knees, stroking his erection with both hands in preparation for sucking it.

"What are you...? Oh my! Dawn! You slut!" Erica giggled. "Turn it off. They obviously forgot about the camera. Give them some privacy."

She was right. Besides, we had our own fun to have. I turned off the screen.

"Honey?" she said softly, wrapping her arms around me from behind. "Now that you don't need to hide anymore, could you do me a huge favour?"

Of course, Hugs," I nodded.

"Shave," she smiled. "I prefer your skin on mine, without the stubble."

I smiled back, and went into the bathroom. When I came back, five minutes later, Erica was naked. She was also watching Dawn and Paul, who were now fully engaged in an energetic fuck, while her fingers played with her pussy.

"Give them some privacy?" I laughed.

"I did say that, didn't I?" she moaned. "It's just so nasty. I couldn't help myself. Here..." she giggled, handing me the tablet and rolling out of bed, "... you watch for awhile. I'm going to wash this shit out of my hair, unless you want to fuck a brunette with big tits."

"I'll take the original version, thank you," I nodded.

"Good answer," she grinned. "Whatever you do... don't cum. Your dick is mine. I'll be back in five."

Actually, she took more like ten minutes. She missed Dawn taking Paul's load in the face after a few minutes of doggy style. As porn goes, it was pretty tame, because there were no closeups. I did as asked, saving myself for her, and was waiting patiently under the covers.

"No more entertainment?" she asked, towelling her wet hair, which had been restored to its natural red.

"They finished," I replied. "Maybe they'll go for more later."

"Oh well. I guess we'll just have to entertain each other then, won't we?" she smiled, easing into my arms. Her lips were soft, and found mine quickly. There was an undeniable passion in her embrace, as though a part of her that had been missing was back. It was a palpable change, and I liked it. So did she. "I feel free. Thank you so much for helping."

"I didn't really do much," I told her. "I just watched."

"Nice try, mister humility, but I remember whose idea this whole thing was," she reminded me, a playfully naughty look on her pretty face. "I would have just kicked him in the balls."

"I think you did that, didn't you?" I laughed.

"Oh, you saw that, did you?" she giggled. "Well, he deserved it."

"No doubt. I might have hit him harder," I said.

"I almost did. Anyway, he's done, and out of our lives, so I don't want to talk about him," she grinned. "I'd much rather talk about us, or better yet, not talk at all."

Yes, there are times when conversation is overrated. We were alone, naked, in each other's arms, in a nice, comfortable bed. This would appear to be one of those times.

Our tongues danced with each other, and our hands caressed with reverent passion. Soft sounds of desperate need came from her as we rolled about the bed. She took the top position, and her hand reached down to find my soldier more than ready for action. She straddled me, and rubbed the head across her dripping wet opening, before inserting it between her lips.

"Need your cock, now," she breathed, a quiver of urgency in her voice. She sat up and impaled herself smoothly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessss," she groaned. "I have been waiting for this all day."

Now that she was fully stuffed, she leaned forward, resting her incredible breasts on my chest. I had always loved the sensation of those full, resilient globes squashed against me. She kissed me softly, and toyed with my hair as she looked into my eyes.

"How can anything that feels so right be wrong?" she asked rhetorically. "You're the only man for me."

With that, her hips began a slow rhythm of gentle strokes, rising and falling amid her soft moans of joy.

"Oh god, honey, your cock fills me so perfectly," she whispered, a look of bliss on her face. "Promise me you'll never stop, Gig. I need you with me, forever."

Hmmm, let's see. If I were to look at this logically... Gorgeous partner, who already fulfils all my fantasies, and will soon grant me access to her ass, versus the rest of the female population. Seems to me that the 'bird in the hand' rule should apply. Perhaps it's more of a 'bird on the cock' rule, but either way, I'm not stupid. There was only one negative, and though I tried to ignore it, it was a big one.

She was still my sister, no matter how perfect she was for me.

Oh... Fuck it!

"I promise," I smiled.

"No matter what?" she asked, sitting up again. She shook her tits at me, as though I needed enticing.

"No matter what," I nodded.

"Good," she smiled. Her eyes closed, and she braced her hands on my chest. "Such a nice, big cock. So thick, and hard..."

Her words trailed off as she concentrated on her task, fucking herself harder on my shaft. I just let her set the pace, and other than a few strokes here and there, I was happy to watch her. She went faster, and harder. It was a wonderful sight, with her huge tits bouncing unfettered in response to her movements. She was moaning louder now, obviously enjoying herself.

I was enjoying herself, too. The earlier peep show from Paul and Dawn had primed the pump, and now my sisters succulent pussy and fabulous, dancing boobs were moving me ever closer toward the mountaintop. A little too close, and a little too fast. I clenched my jaw, and tried to hold back, hoping to last until she came.

Ah, there she is now. Erica sat up taller, and ground her clit hard against my cock, one of her favourite finishing moves.

"Oh god," she hissed. "OH FUCK YES! YESSSS! YESSSSS!" she shrieked, cumming hard. I was only a heartbeat behind her, and pumped my load up into her clutching cunt. She smiled. "Mmmmm, yes baby. Cum inside me. It feels so nice."

She laid forward, resting on my chest while I held her close. Our breathing returned to normal gradually, and now that Eddie was out of the way, so would our lives.

Normal for us, anyway.

I couldn't help wondering how we would deal with the next roadblock. If we were going to stay together, there was no avoiding it.

We would have to tell Mom and Dad.

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