Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Blackmailed Brother by Lubrican Copyright(C) 2022 by Lubrican Chapter 3 Apparently paying attention to driving allows one -(TM)s erection to finally wilt. I was soft when I parked the car. She got out and went in without saying a word. She went to the kitchen, presumably to finish baking a pie to thank her shining knight with. I -(TM)d found an old overstuffed chair on the curb at the frat house and brought it back to my place. It was comfortable, if a little beaten up. -Key lime! - she yelled from the kitchen. -That -(TM)s fine, - I yelled back. I had a decision to make. If I went one way, she probably should move out. I could imagine living with a girl I was lusting for, but who I knew would never do anything with me. That hadn -(TM)t happened to me, but it wasn -(TM)t hard to conceptualize that I -(TM)d be miserable. She -(TM)d probably get over it. I mean it was her first crush, you know? But she -(TM)d get over it by herself and who knew what hijinks she -(TM)d get up to while she replaced me as her fantasy lover. The thought of her coming on to other guys made my blood boil. And that -(TM)s what led me to the other potential path. Giving in. If I gave in ... what then? That picture in my mind was out of focus, but involved a beautiful naked girl with a naked guy. It was the kind of picture you wish wasn -(TM)t out of focus because you could tell the fuzzy naked girl ... and naked guy she was with ... were doing something interesting. Fascinating. Enthralling. Captivating. I brought up the image of her breasts, with their rosy caps. I knew what I -(TM)d do with them. That wasn -(TM)t fuzzy or out of focus at all. I tried to imagine her bush ... or lack of it. I hadn -(TM)t ogled that because it made me feel guilty to even think about looking. Her breasts were impossible to ignore but the rest I -(TM)d tried to be circumspect about. The fuzzy picture got clearer, enough that I could tell he was leaning back, like on a couch, and she was on top of him. Their faces were close together. For a kiss? Was he in her? I realized I was hard again. Fuck! I admitted to myself that that fuzzy picture was Oz and me. We were about to kiss and I was in her. There was a clatter from the kitchen. I got up. I went to the kitchen door and stood there, leaning against it. My bone was making a tent in my pants again but I didn -(TM)t adjust it. I just looked at her, stirring something pale in a bowl. She had a nice ass and it jiggled just a little bit as she stirred. I went to stand beside her. -You know, if we do this, and it doesn -(TM)t work out, it -(TM)s going to fuck everything up between us, - I said. She stopped stirring and set the bowl down. Then she turned to me and put her arms around my neck. -Kiss me, - she said. I leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. -Not like that, you idiot, - she said. -Kiss me. We should know pretty quickly how things will work out if we kiss. - So I kissed her. It had been a while since Shantelle, who was a dynamite kisser, by the way, which might be why I kissed Oz like she was Shantelle. And she kissed me back, with tongue, and I knew right then and there I was lost. We were going to do it. I was going to fuck my sister. I do not know how long that kiss went on. I really don -(TM)t. I wouldn -(TM)t even make an estimate. She was the one who finally pulled her lips away. Her arms were now fully around me and her soft-yet-hard body was pressed firmly to mine. -I knew it would be good, - she breathed. -We -(TM)re in a lot of trouble, here, - I moaned. -No we -(TM)re not. This is the way things are supposed to be. It -(TM)s fate. - -It -(TM)s not fate. It -(TM)s the fact that my little sister has perved out on me. - -You weren -(TM)t fighting to get away from that kiss, - she said. -I think you liked it. - -Okay, I did. I admit it. While you were perving on me I was perving on you. - -Perfect! - she said with a grin. -What if somebody finds out? - I asked. -How would they? We -(TM)re not getting another roommate. Whatever we do will be in the privacy of our own home. Neither of us is Catholic. - -Catholic? - -Confession, - she said. -Oh. - -Now, stop pestering me. I have a pie to finish. - -Me? I -(TM)m pestering you? - -I cannot make a pie with you all over me. Go do something else. - I realized my arms were firmly around her, too, and let go. I stepped back. She looked down at the tent. -Don -(TM)t do anything with that, - she said, pointing one manicured fingernail at my bulge. -Why? - -Because we -(TM)re going to work on that when I get finished, - she said. She made shooing motions. -Go! Be gone! Depart. Take a shower. - -Take a shower? - -Yes. I -(TM)m going to lick you all over. - -Fuuuuck, - I groaned. She grinned. -We might do that, too. Maybe. We -(TM)ll see. - They say anticipation is half the fun. That -(TM)s what slinky lingerie is all about. The woman gets all dressed up for the sole purpose of then getting un-dressed. Foreplay is based in biology, in terms of getting both persons ready to mate, but foreplay can be extended to create anticipation. I wasn -(TM)t enjoying any anticipation, though, because my mind was a mess. It was going to happen! Was I ready? Would I be able to perform? She was a virgin. What if I did it wrong and hurt her? What if she bled and I had to take her to the ER? Did I have a condom? I went to my bedroom and ransacked it, looking for a condom. Nothing. I went back to the kitchen and leaned in. -Sorry to bother you, but I need to go buy some condoms. I can -(TM)t find any. - She looked over her shoulder at me. -No. - -No? - I blinked. -Do you have some? - -No. - -Then... - She cut me off. -The first time has to be all natural. It -(TM)s the way I -(TM)ve always envisioned it. I want to be as close to you as possible, and the closest thing you can do is leave part of you in me. - -Oz, if you get pregnant, this will all blow up. - -I -(TM)m not going to get pregnant. Not right now. It -(TM)s the wrong time of the month for that. - -You know those Catholics you mentioned? They use the rhythm method. Have you ever noticed how big their families are? - -They -(TM)re married. They make love frequently, a lot, all the time, and sometimes that means they do it at the wrong time. We -(TM)re not going to do that. - She sounded so sure that her confidence infected me. -Okay, - I said. -Did you take a shower? - -Not yet, - I said. -Then wait. - -Now you want me to wait? - She gave me what could only be called a smoldering look. -I -(TM)ll take one with you. I want you to lick me all over, too. - I stood there, just outside the kitchen. My ears heard the soft sounds she was making as she put the crust in the oven to bake and finished stirring the filling, but my mind couldn -(TM)t concentrate on anything except what she -(TM)d said was about to happen. It was surreal because I felt like I had in the past, when I was going out with a girl and thought I might get lucky. It wasn -(TM)t like when I knew I was going to be with Shantelle, and knew we -(TM)d have sex. That was what twisted things up in my mind, because I knew I was going to have sex with my sister, except I still couldn -(TM)t believe it was real. I thought back to her hand on my cock, in the middle of the night. I had thought that was accidental, a product of some dream she was having, but now I knew she -(TM)d done it on purpose. The world I had thought I was living in had become a different world, somehow. Like I -(TM)d stepped into a different dimension. Then, suddenly, she was there, standing right in front of me. -We can -(TM)t start yet, - she said. -The crust only has to be in there for a little while, and I don -(TM)t want to rush things. Can you wait a little longer? - My mind jangled. Could I wait? Sure. I could wait. I wasn -(TM)t even sure, at this point, if I could get hard! I wasn -(TM)t hard then. It was the first time in my life where it was possible I was going to have sex and wasn -(TM)t already hard! She knelt in front of me and her hands went to my belt, and then the button that held my jeans closed. I just stared at the top of her head as she tugged my pants down about ten or twelve inches. -There you are, - she cooed to my penis. -I can -(TM)t play with you too much right now, but I will soon. - Her fingers manipulated my dick and I stared at it. It was hard! It wasn -(TM)t rock hard, but it was at least half awake. She leaned forward to kiss the tip and I actually saw it stiffen more. Her hand gripped and moved, peeling the foreskin back off the head. -I -(TM)ve wanted to see you for a long time, - she said, still talking to my penis. -You look different than I expected, but you -(TM)re still very handsome. - She looked up at me. -I -(TM)ve never done this before. You -(TM)ll have to help me ... teach me. I want this to be perfect for you. - With that she leaned forward and put her mouth on it, sealing her lips just behind the crown, where the thickness lessened. She gave a tentative little suck and I gasped. She pulled off instantly and looked up again. -Don -(TM)t cum yet, - she ordered. -Okay, - I gasped, weakly. She stood up, leaving my pants around my thighs. -I need to check the crust. You go get the shower started. Make it warm, but not hot, okay? - -Uh huh, - I said. My voice sounded strange to my ears. -I -(TM)ll be right there, - she said. -Five minutes, max, okay? - -Uh huh, - I wheezed again. She turned and went back into the kitchen. I had moved ten feet before I thought to reach and pull my pants back up. I don -(TM)t actually remember getting the water running and adjusting the temperature, but I know I did it because it was going when she got there. She arrived stark naked. She must have taken her clothes off in the hallway. -You -(TM)re still dressed, - she said. I felt chastised. She frowned and, suddenly, the last thing I wanted was for my little sister to be unhappy with me. I tore at my clothes and almost tripped as I got my jeans to my ankles and they got hung up on my shoes. I hobbled to the toilet and sat down to get my shoes off. When I stood, I was as naked as she was. -I love you, Bobby, - she said, looking at me with serious eyes. -I -(TM)m going to be honest with you, - I said. -I have no fricking idea what -(TM)s going to happen. I feel like this isn -(TM)t even real. - -It -(TM)s real, - she said. -I -(TM)ve waited so long and now I -(TM)m impatient to get what I -(TM)ve wanted all those years. But I don -(TM)t want to hurry. I want to savor it. - -Okay, - I said. She got into the shower and held the curtain open, staring at me. I finally was able to concentrate on what she looked like. Her pink nipples were stiff and looked so long that, if she -(TM)d been wearing a shirt, they -(TM)d look almost pornographic. She was standing at an angle, waiting for me, but I could still tell she was as bald as a baby -(TM)s butt, between her legs. I couldn -(TM)t see her pussy lips and I found myself leaning, trying to change the angle so I could see them. -Are you coming? - she asked. There was just a hint of impatience in her voice. I think what made this situation so different was because our roles had been reversed. She was making the decisions, telling me what to do. I, the older one, who had always been in charge in the past (at least until she started blackmailing me), was just floating along on a river I still didn -(TM)t know how I -(TM)d gotten into. I knew I shouldn -(TM)t be doing this with my sister, but that knowledge was far in the back of my mind, shoved there by the immediacy of what she was orchestrating. I got in and she hugged me. She just stood, with her hair wet, and put her cheek against my chest. My hands found her smooth, naked back and I marveled at how it felt no different than Shantelle -(TM)s back. She moved and I felt her hand grip me again. She looked up, blinking as the water peppered her forehead and face. -If I suck it more will you cum? - -Probably, - I croaked. -Then I -(TM)ll do that later. - She took the soap and lathered her hands, moving me so the shower spray hit the back of my head. She knelt to run soapy hands up and down my legs, over my balls, along my cock, and then upward. She had to get more lather to do my chest and shoulders. Then she turned me around to do my back while the shower rinsed my front. I reached to make sure water got all around my cock and balls and found an erection I still couldn -(TM)t feel. It was rock hard and rarin -(TM) to go. I finally woke up and took the soap from her. My reservations had been muscled aside and now I was a willing participant. I washed her all over and she made humming sounds. When I got to her bare pussy I could feel a slightly different kind of slipperiness between her nether lips. -Oh, yeah, - she sighed as I rubbed one finger up and down between her labia. I washed her back and pushed a fingertip against her rectum. She went up on her toes, but didn -(TM)t complain. I turned the shower off. -I know you don -(TM)t want to hurry, - I said, as water dripped off of us to make little splatting sounds on the shower floor. -I want to eat your pussy for hours, but if I don -(TM)t fuck you very soon, I might actually pass out. - She embraced me again and lifted her lips for a kiss. It was a repeat of the one we -(TM)d had in the kitchen and I felt precum oozing through my penis. I shoved her out of the shower and grabbed a towel, which I just brushed across my body. I didn -(TM)t get actually dry. -Bedroom! - I groaned, as she did a better job of drying herself. She passed me and went to my bedroom. I got there just in time to see her crawl onto the bed. Her ass actually looked heart-shaped, except the point at the bottom consisted of fat, glistening pussy lips that actually moved against each other as her right thigh went forward, followed by her left thigh doing the same thing. She rolled to land on her back and I was already at the bed, with one knee on the edge and my hands beside it. She reached for a pillow and then the other one, propping her head up on both. -I want to watch as you go in me, - she panted. I think it was that one, little comment that made me slow down. If she hadn -(TM)t said that I would have jumped on her, humped like a rabbit, and then fallen to one side. That would have been bad. Wham, bam, thank you, Ma -(TM)am would have disappointed her something fierce. For perhaps the first time in my life, Oz being disappointed was the last thing in the world I wanted. I moved slowly between her legs as she spread them apart. She was just staring at my cock, which was staring back at her with its one, tearful, Cyclops eye. It was so hard it was parallel with the surface she was lying on. Mother Nature made it this way, of course, because it was perfectly aligned with the tube it was about to enter. I was holding my weight on both hands. -You -(TM)ll have to aim it, - I panted. Her hand darted to my cock. She had to lift her upper torso to reach it, doing a crunch, of sorts. She lay back down as I moved forward. I was looking down and the top of my head bumped her chin. I realized that if I was looking, she couldn -(TM)t, so I raised my head and looked at the wall. I felt the tip impact her body and the warmth of her body on the tip of my cock. -Do it! - she hissed. There was no shred of reluctance in her voice. I moved my head to one side and then down to look. My foreskin was bunched between her fat lips. Almost carefully I pushed and she gasped as an inch of me sank into her. I pushed another inch, staring as, for the first time in my life, I actually watched my penis penetrate a girl. Her hands came to my sides and slid down toward my hips. She couldn -(TM)t reach them, but she pulled at the flesh she could reach. At that point I couldn -(TM)t go slowly any longer. I just couldn -(TM)t. I pressed against her tightness and actually grunted with the strain it took to push the rest of the way into her tight sheath. She grunted right along with me, but her hips pushed upwards. It was the most erotic, sexual thing I -(TM)d ever done. Even after I was all the way in her and we couldn -(TM)t see anything except my pubic hair pressing against her mons, I kept trying to push deeper. Shantelle had taught me to rub back and forth when I was buried deep in her like this, so I did that. -Ohhhh, fuck, - Oz groaned. -I knew it would be good. Fuck me, Bobby! - I pulled out and it felt like a fist was gripping me, trying to prevent me from moving. I slammed right back in and rubbed some more. She was making noises, but they weren -(TM)t words. My efforts turned into a sort of disjointed rhythm where I pulled out and slammed back in three or four times and then stayed deep to rub. I felt her fingernails causing pain in the flesh just above my hips and, suddenly, the most important thing in the world to me was to hear and feel her have an orgasm. The problem was, I didn -(TM)t know how to give her one. I knew how to get Shantelle to cum. I could play her like an instrument. But this was a new lover, a stranger in one sense, and I was worried I wouldn -(TM)t be able to get her there. From somewhere unknown, the idea came to me to go in circles, instead of just rubbing sideways. When I did that her body moved in a small circle, too, sliding sideways and then up and then sideways in the other direction before my cock went towards her toes and came out maybe an inch. I felt the urgency in her body and knew she was getting more and more excited. She still said nothing, but her moans and groans told me I was doing the right thing. Then she drew blood as her hips almost lifted us both off the bed. -I -(TM)m cummmmming! - she whined. Her pussy walls writhed around my prick and, without any conscious thought on my part, my cock erupted inside her. As she squealed and moaned, I whined like a little girl as I came hard. I had always enjoyed cumming in Shantelle, but it was nothing like this. I wanted my whole body to liquefy and be shoved through my penis and into her body. I wanted to stay hard for the rest of my life and just fill her with my essence for hours. Orgasms don -(TM)t work that way, though. All too soon I -(TM)d given her everything I had to give. I kept rubbing, just to hear her happiness. Her orgasm lasted much longer than mine. Her claws retracted, but her hands kept me moving long after I felt the inevitable softening of my manhood. I looked down at her face. She was flushed and her eyes were closed but they opened as I looked at her. She was gasping for air and I lifted, realizing that I had, at some point, rested my whole weight on her body. -How long before you can do that again? - she panted. Oz was happy with the way things had gone. I felt like things had been rushed, but she didn -(TM)t complain. Well ... except to harp on the fact that my cock wouldn -(TM)t get hard again fast enough to suit her. While we waited, I engaged in the foreplay we -(TM)d foregone. I sucked her nipples and she liked that a lot. I fingerfucked her through two orgasms as I got her nipples three quarters of an inch long. Her fingers kept going to my dick, testing, squeezing. She finally moved, sitting up and then crawling to get to my penis. She had no reservations about sucking it with her own juices on it. It was that attention to it that made it stiff again and she was obviously proud and delighted that her efforts had paid off. I had her get on top this time because I had processed all this enough to arrive at the conclusion that I was going to fuck my sister a lot. Or, to be more nearly precise, she was going to demand that I fuck her a lot. While that prohibition to incest still lurked in the back of my mind, she had no reservations whatsoever. To say she was unrepentant is like saying the surface of the sun is warmish. I also put her on top because I knew I could last longer that way and she could go for as many orgasms as her heart desired. She may have overdone things a little. Pubic hair might feel soft to the fingers, but when it -(TM)s ground against tender, shaved skin, those little hairs can almost cut that skin. She rubbed through at least five orgasms before she stopped and just sat there. -I -(TM)m sore, - she complained. -You were a virgin, - I said. -I -(TM)m not sore inside, - she said. -I could go all day with you filling me up. It -(TM)s the outside that -(TM)s sore. - -I have some Vaseline Intensive Care lotion, - I offered. -I know, - she said. -I -(TM)ve used some of it before. It really tingles. I -(TM)m afraid it would sting if I put it on down there. - -Well, get off to start with, - I said. -I don -(TM)t wanna, - she moaned. -You can do this again in the future, - I said. -It -(TM)s not like it -(TM)s ice cream that -(TM)s going to melt and go away. - -You -(TM)re so nice and hard inside me, - she complained. -How come you haven -(TM)t spurted again? - -There -(TM)s less stimulation for me in this position, - I said. -That -(TM)s why I told you to do this. It lets you go as long as you want and I stay hard. - -I want you to spurt in me again, - she said. -Okay. Why? That -(TM)s the dangerous part for you, - I said. -I was kind of distracted the first time, - she said. -I remember feeling it, but I can -(TM)t remember what that was like. I want to know how it feels when I -(TM)m not distracted. - -Let me get on top, - I said. She rolled to open herself wide. I wanted to lick her pussy like it was the ice cream cone, but instead I slid into her again. This time we didn -(TM)t make love. I didn -(TM)t try to give her an orgasm. I just used her tight pussy to get off. She -(TM)d been filled for a good half hour or more, but she was still very tight. I had no trouble getting to the point where I knew I could cum. -I -(TM)m going to do it soon, - I panted, still moving in and out. -Tell me when it happens, - she said. She -(TM)d caught her breath and her voice sounded normal. I looked at her and, in that instant, it struck me that I was fucking my sister. I know that sounds strange, because I -(TM)d been fucking my sister for over an hour. But it didn -(TM)t sink into my brain until that moment. I was fucking Oz. She was beautiful and sexy and she wanted me to do this. -Now! - I gasped, going in deep and stopping while my groin muscles did their thing and I shot her full of incestuous brother cum. -It -(TM)s warm, - she sighed. -Ohhh, Bobby, I love it when you do that. - -I love it, too, - I gasped. -I don -(TM)t want to make your belly swell up, though. - -You won -(TM)t, - she said. I felt better. At least until she spoke again. -We need to wait a few years before I start having your babies. - Chapter 4 -You can -(TM)t have my baby, - I groaned. We were dressed, again, though all she had on was one of my T shirts and all I had on was running shorts. -I know that, - she said, her voice reasonable. -Not yet. - -You can -(TM)t ever have my baby! - I yelped. -Of course I can, - she said, just as reasonably. -All you have to do is get your sperm in me at the right time and I -(TM)ll get pregnant. - -I know that, - I gasped. I felt like my blood pressure must be high enough that a stroke was imminent. -We can -(TM)t let that happen! - -Not now, - she said, calmly. -Not now, not later, not ever! - I grunted. -We -(TM)ll see. It -(TM)s much too soon to be talking about that, anyway. I need to get my degree first and you need to have a job before we do that. - -Oz, you -(TM)re talking crazy, - I said. -If you get pregnant, Mom and Dad will kill me! - -If you got me pregnant now, they -(TM)d kill you, - she agreed. -But in three or four years, we -(TM)ll have been out of the house long enough that they can -(TM)t say anything about it when it happens. - -Of course they can say something about it! - I argued. -Incest is against the law, Oz. They could have me thrown in jail! - -Not if they don -(TM)t know it was you, - she argued back. -I want to have your baby some day, but I know only you and I will know you -(TM)re the father. I -(TM)ll just tell them it was some random guy I was dating. They -(TM)ll be upset because I -(TM)m not married, but they won -(TM)t be able to do anything about it. - -You -(TM)re insane, - I sighed. -I -(TM)m in love, - she countered. -Get that through your head, Bobby. I know I can -(TM)t marry you, but that doesn -(TM)t mean I can -(TM)t live with you and have a family. - -You said babies, as in plural, - I said. -How are you going to explain that you were stupid with some random guy more than once? - -I -(TM)ll cross that bridge when we come to it, - she said. -Now. I -(TM)m starved. That was way more work than I thought it would be. You want a piece of pie? - -Pie, - I sighed. -We just turned the world upside down and you can think about pie? - -I can! - she said, brightly. -I need to go online, too, to see if there are any recommended remedies for a sore pussy. I don -(TM)t want to be sore when we go to bed tonight. - I looked at her like she -(TM)d grown a third eye, but she was already headed for the kitchen. When I got there she was cutting the pie into wedges. She -(TM)d obviously put the filling in the crust when she took it out of the oven and then put that in the fridge. I have to admit, it was good pie. She was hunched over the laptop, taking a forkful of pie every once in a while, while still staring at the screen and clicking with the mouse. I was halfway through a second piece of pie when she padded into the kitchen. -Do we have any zip lock bags? - she asked. -Third drawer down, - I said, pointing at the cabinet under the counter. She got one out and got out the ice cube trays I -(TM)d filled a couple of hours earlier. The cubes weren -(TM)t frozen solid, but she was able to get something cold in the bag. -The internet says icing it down will help, - she said. -It also says a few hours without sexual activity will make things all better. - -You -(TM)re going to put an ice pack on your pussy? - I said. -Not directly on it, - she said. -I -(TM)ll wrap the bag in something. I have some reading to do for Psychology. I -(TM)ll do that while I cool down what you got all hot. - -Aliens have taken my sister away and put somebody else in her place, - I groaned. She came to embrace me. -I -(TM)m still your sister, she said. -That -(TM)s the problem, - I replied. -The only thing that -(TM)s changed is that I don -(TM)t have to hide what I feel for you anymore. I -(TM)m still just Oz and you -(TM)re still just Bobby. Yes, we -(TM)re going to have sex - a lot of sex - but nothing else has changed. - -Everything has changed, Oz, - I moaned. -You -(TM)re just stressed out about this, - she said. She pulled my head down for a kiss. It was quite mild, compared to the ones we -(TM)d recently engaged in. -Calm down. Breathe. Everything will be all right. - -I don -(TM)t know, - I said. -Well I do. Now, go do something. I need to read and cool down my poor, sore pussy. - -Think about what you just said, - I commented. -Think about you, Oz Hoskins, saying that to me, Bobby Hoskins ... your brother ... and tell me things aren -(TM)t weird. - She blinked. -You -(TM)re right, - she said. I relaxed a little. -I should have said, -~Bobby? Will you help me ice down my pussy, please? I can get all comfortable with my book and then you can put the ice pack where it needs to be. -(TM) Yup, if I -(TM)d said that then things wouldn -(TM)t be so weird. - She made me do it. She treated her nudity like it was the norm and spread her legs shamelessly for me to -treat her. - She said it was my fault, anyway, because I -(TM)d caused it. But the odd thing was that, by treating her nudity so overtly, it actually seemed like it was normal. I got a good look at her pussy for the first time. Her pussy lips weren -(TM)t tight or firm. They looked like my balls look on a hot day. They -(TM)re still balls and they -(TM)re still in the sack, but they look as relaxed as they are. Her lips looked like that. They were pale, but not colorless, as if a dark shade of pink lipstick had been used on them. As I hovered over her I noticed that the reddish looking place was above her pussy, on her lower mons. I leaned closer and saw a hair sticking to her skin. Neither of us had taken a shower after we had sex. Food had been more important at that point. It made no sense for there to be a hair there, especially a relatively long one. It was maybe half an inch long and curled against her skin. -What are you doing? - she asked. Her head was propped up again and her textbook was on her stomach. -There -(TM)s a hair right... - I pointed and touched her mons, -there. - -There better not be. I shaved especially for you. - -Oh? - I looked at her eyes. -What made you think I like shaved pussies? - -I used to sneak into your room to look at your stash of magazines, - she said. -They all seemed to have bald pussies in them. - -You little sneak! - I said in mock anger. -I should spank you. - -There you go, talking about spanking again. Marlene Jeffries says she knows a girl who loves it when she gets spanked during sex. And no, she didn -(TM)t say who it was. - She stared at me over the tips of her breasts. -I -(TM)m not so sure I -(TM)d like that. If I want to try that I -(TM)ll let you know. - -If I spank you it will be because you deserve to be spanked and you won -(TM)t have anything to say about it. - I grinned. -Except -~ow -(TM). - -Did you like the sex we had not so long ago? Because if you did, you -(TM)ll never spank me against my will, - she said. Her face was calm and firm. -I doubt there will come a time I need to spank you, - I said, backing off without seeming to back off. -If you get slutty with boys I might, though. - -Why would I get slutty with boys? - she asked. -I have you to get slutty with. - -Oz, you still have to go on dates, or at least make some male friends. It will seem odd if you don -(TM)t. You need to be able to tell Mom and Dad that you -(TM)re dating and just haven -(TM)t found the right guy. - -I know, - she said. -I -(TM)d much rather spend the evening at home with you, like this. - She bumped her hips upwards. -You gonna put the ice on my poor, sore pussy or not? - I looked at the hair again and tried to pick it up. It was stuck to her skin with a crusty kind of glue I realized was my dried semen. That was when I saw the little crisscrossed reddish lines all over the bulge of her mons. If that hair hadn -(TM)t been there I -(TM)d have been mystified. -You know what? - I said, scraping the hair off with my fingernail. I picked it up and put it in front of her face. -I think I know why you -(TM)re sore. Hang on. I -(TM)m going to do an experiment. - I ran a finger between her labia and pushed it back and forth, so each lip moved. -Is that sore? - I asked. -No. It feels funny, but it doesn -(TM)t hurt. - -How about this? - I rubbed two fingers over the hump of her mons. -Yes! - she said. -It -(TM)s not as bad as it was, but that -(TM)s where it hurts. - -I think my pubes cut you while I was grinding on you, - I said. -Then you need to shave, too, - she said. -If you shave that won -(TM)t happen again and we can make love for hours at a time. - -Guys don -(TM)t shave, - I snorted. -Why not? I mean if we were still in high school and you had to take showers in front of your friends, I -(TM)d get it. But nobody -(TM)s going to see if you have hair down there or not. You need to shave so I don -(TM)t get sore again, Bobby. - Things were getting weirder and weirder. Not only was I in what looked like was going to be an ongoing fuck fest with my own sister, now she was talking about my pubic hair and how it might make her unhappy. -I know how to shave my chin, - I said. -I -(TM)m not sure those skills will transfer down there where there -(TM)s stuff in the way. - -I can do it, - she said. -I -(TM)ve been shaving since I was a junior in high school. I can do it with my eyes closed. I don -(TM)t think you will offer a huge challenge. - -Not until you cut off my penis, - I said. -I love your penis, - she said. -I -(TM)d never cut it off. I won -(TM)t even nick it. I -(TM)ll teach you how to shave me and I -(TM)ll shave you and we -(TM)ll keep ourselves nice and soft so we can fuck like bunnies, except for hours and hours at a time. - -I don -(TM)t know about hours, - I sighed. -I hate to admit it, but I kind of like cumming in you. - -Why would you hate to admit it? I love it when you cum in me. It makes me feel so special. I get to have part of you inside me that no other girl gets to have. - -I have to keep dating, too, - I said. -Even if it -(TM)s just for appearances. - -That doesn -(TM)t mean you have to be in a position to cum in them! - she snapped. -It -(TM)s kind of ... expected ... at frat parties, - I caged. -Why do you think I didn -(TM)t want you to go to one? And why do you think I went looking for you when I couldn -(TM)t see you? - -I admit I was a teensy bit bull-headed since I got here, - she said. -I couldn -(TM)t think of a way to get you in bed with me and it was driving me crazy. I may have acted out a little. - -Yeah, you did. - -Whatever, - she said, flippantly. -My point is that if I -(TM)m not going to have sex with other guys, I don -(TM)t think you should have sex with other girls. - -There are some girls who will know something -(TM)s up if I don -(TM)t come on to them, - I said. -Okay, just tell everybody you have a girlfriend back home, - she said. -And when nobody sees me go visit her? - -We -(TM)ll go home for Thanksgiving and Christmas and all that, - she said. -It would be a lot more convincing if I dated some girls from here, - I said. -Okay, then, here -(TM)s what I propose. We -(TM)ll both go on dates. After the dates we -(TM)ll talk about what happened. We have to be honest. I -(TM)ve been in love with you since forever, but I still thought lots of the guys in school were cute and interesting. I know I -(TM)m going to be attracted to some of the guys here. It -(TM)s already happened. I can just tell them I -(TM)m saving myself for marriage. Anyway, anything you do with a girl on one of your dates, I get to do with a guy on one of my dates. That -(TM)s how it has to be. I -(TM)m going to try not to be jealous, but I already know that will be hard, too. I hated every girl you went out with in high school. - -Look, - I said. -I get it that you love me. It -(TM)s kind of crazy how you want to express that love, but I love you, too and I had a good time, too. And I know you have fantasies about babies some day but we both know that wouldn -(TM)t really work. Unless Mom and Dad die they -(TM)re going to be in our lives for a long time. I -(TM)m guessing you want to live together after college, and if you start popping out babies while you keep living with me, somebody -(TM)s going to tumble to the idea that I might be involved. Especially if you can -(TM)t identify some other male as the father. - She started to speak but I held out a flat hand and waved my index finger back and forth. -The fact is that you need to be married to have a family like that. I -(TM)m not unique. There are lots of guys out there like me. You need to find one of them, eventually, and fall in love with him like you -(TM)re in love with me, and have his babies. - -We -(TM)ll see, - she said, as if she hadn -(TM)t listened to a word I -(TM)d said. -Now, put the ice pack where you said I -(TM)m scratched. - I laid the bag of ice (which was already just really cold water), wrapped in a wash cloth, on her mons. She made shooing motions with her fingers and picked up her book. It was unbelievable how hard it was to walk away from my naked sister, lying there with her legs spread, her pussy on display. All I could think of was that, quite recently, my penis had been in that pussy, had cum in that pussy. I felt myself getting hard again. I looked away, finally, and left to go eat another piece of pie. I thought it would get weird. I know that sounds stupid, considering how weird things had already gotten. What I mean is that as crazy as things already were, I felt okay with all that. Oz obviously wanted this new kind of relationship, and I had to admit to myself that I did, too. I hadn -(TM)t known I would, but the fact of the matter was that my reservations were gone. What I expected to make it uncomfortable and weird was her talking about having my baby again. I fully expected her to do that and I knew that would drive a wedge between us. While I was okay with climbing on top of my soft, willing sister and fucking the daylights out of her, I was not willing to impregnate her. That was too much. Too much could go wrong. But it didn -(TM)t get weird and that -(TM)s because she never talked about having my baby again. She went to the university clinic and got a prescription for the pill and for the month it took until they were fully effective she would only let me fuck her when it was safe (according to the Catholics) to do that. She had all kinds of control, like she could turn her libido on and off as if there was a simple switch that controlled it. And when she had it off, there was nothing I could do to turn it on. If I got behind her and groped her breasts, she -(TM)d lean back against me and say, -Mmmm, that feels nice, - but nothing else would happen. If I tried to get my hand in her pants, during daylight or darkness, she -(TM)d push it away and say, -I -(TM)m not in the mood, Bobby, - or maybe -Not tonight. Not yet. Be patient. - But that only lasted those initial thirty days. After that, I was the one who complained that I had to study, or was tired. After she got on the pill, we may as well have been married, because an outsider who didn -(TM)t know us couldn -(TM)t have told the difference between a married couple and us. We ate together, we walked to class together and, of course, we slept together. And almost every night I slid my very happy penis into her molten, tight vagina and spurted until my balls ached. Usually she had an orgasm or two first, but once in a while she could tell I was too excited and she -(TM)d whisper for me to cum in her before she got her cookies. She knew she could get me hard again, later, so she wasn -(TM)t really losing anything. The next four years were like that, before we graduated. If you -(TM)re doing the math in your head and coming up with five years for my program instead of her four, you -(TM)re right. I extended my course of study, taking fewer hours than she did each term, so that we would graduate together. And that was because of the plan she came up with which would let us keep living together after college. Oz is a mover and shaker. I -(TM)m more of a reactive kind of person, rather than a proactive one, like her. My major was political science. I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I didn -(TM)t have dreams of running for office. I just wanted to be involved in the process by which we choose our leaders. Taking a lighter class load also let me work more, which gave us the funds to go out and do fun things, now and then. Oz went through five majors before she finally settled into non-profit management. While I was taking courses on history, debate, social science, and macro economics, she was taking courses in public relations, event planning, ethics, and corporate philanthropy. What neither of us knew, during those college years, was that our educations would go hand in glove for what Oz finally came up with to get what Oz wanted. I make it sound like Oz got what she wanted at the expense of other people, but that wasn -(TM)t true at all. She just had something in mind and she always worked toward her goals. She could see connections between things that I missed. Our parents were clueless. Rather, I suspect it was a situation in which we were out of sight and out of mind. Not that they didn -(TM)t care, or never thought about us. I -(TM)m sure they were interested in our lives and worried about us. All parents do that. Instead, I think they had this false sense of security that, because we lived together, we were taking care of each other. That was true in every sense of the concept. We did take care of each other. We simply did that in ways that would have blown their minds. We talked to them on the phone once every couple of weeks. I didn -(TM)t know it but Oz frequently sent emails to Mom, nattering on about this or that course she was taking, and about how her dating life wasn -(TM)t measuring up to what she -(TM)d hoped it would be like. She made it sound like she was too picky, maybe, but then Mom wasn -(TM)t in a hurry to become a grandma, so she wasn -(TM)t concerned that her little girl hadn -(TM)t found a man to settle down with. My status as our parents -(TM) -errant, red-headed step child - had softened over the years, but I -(TM)d gotten in so much trouble as a teen that they were just happy that Oz was -making me behave. - That was more important to them than me finding a nice girl to settle down with. The other part of that was that our folks were old fashioned in the sense that they thought I should have a good job before I started looking for a wife. They came to our commencement ceremonies and were proud, like all parents are proud. Their questions about -What now? - were met with vague answers. That vagueness, on my part, was because I didn -(TM)t really have any firm plans. I figured to get hired onto somebody -(TM)s election (or re-election) campaign and that, until that time, I -(TM)d take whatever job came along to pay the bills. Oz had much more specific plans, which she kept secret from both our parents and me. Those plans involved contacting several nonprofit organizations to see what kind of work was available in an overseas environment. The response would change our lives yet again. It wasn -(TM)t until our parents went back home that Oz sat me down at the kitchen table and said, -I have an idea. - Her idea was for both of us to hire on with an outfit called -The Haverson Foundation - which was a 501(C) (5) outfit. She had to explain that a 501(C) (5) is the kind of nonprofit that is classed as a labor, agricultural, and horticultural organization. They had fingers in things all over the world, teaching people how to manage crop land, grow foods that were better suited for the kind of land people had, and that sort of thing. Judith Haverson was dead, but her legacy was that she left her billions to her foundation. She -(TM)d had one child, but that child had died somehow. The Haverson Foundation needed employees to go to all those places scattered around the globe and spend Judith -(TM)s money, and they had offered Oz and me positions. -I don -(TM)t know anything about growing crops, - I pointed out. -Neither do I, but that -(TM)s not an issue, - she said. -They -(TM)ll train us to do what -(TM)s needed. - -I don -(TM)t think I can take a six week course on agriculture and do a good job of advising people on what crops to grow, - I said. -You won -(TM)t have to. Your degree is useful in the human relations side of things. - -I don -(TM)t have a degree in HR, - I said. -No, but you understand how to bring people together and get them excited about a plan to make their lives better. I can help manage the program while you get people on board. It doesn -(TM)t take a rocket scientist to know that some people will see us as interlopers, foreigners who will live there for a while and then go away. They have to live there forever, so why should they listen to us? Well, that -(TM)s your job. You -(TM)re the member of the team who will communicate to them that it -(TM)s their program, and all we -(TM)re there for is to provide resources. - -This sounds like some kind of pipe dream, Oz, - I said. -Bobby, we can go wherever they send us together. - She peered at me. -As in we get to keep living together? - Then I got it. She -(TM)d had this idea all along. Once again I -(TM)d been blindsided by my little sister. -Why would they send us together? - I asked. -Because I told them we -(TM)re married, - she said.