Fax and fantasy: Chapter 2

By Will Wanton (for feedback use feedback page on the website)

This story contains: Hetero MF; nosex; incest (brother / sister); dirty
talk; exhibitionism.


This is for Fax, a girl who e-mailed me laying out her fantasy to me
which resembles the work I did in "Without Restraint".


Chapter 2

It was three days after having gotten herself off on her brother's bed,
and a warm summer's day, that Jo decided the panties she was wearing had
ripened enough.  She had been wearing this particular pair for three days,
making the garment filthy and ripe for her brother, the next time he
decided to grab a pair from her bedroom floor for one of his masturbation
sessions.

Jo felt sticky and filthy still wearing those panties.  With it being
warm, the garment had soaked up sweat from her crack, along with having 
accumulated the remainders of piss and cunt juice from the past few days.  
Jo hadn't bothered to be as thorough in cleaning herself as she usually was,
for the specific purpose of making her panties a real treasure for her hot 
brother.
She had also kept them pulled up into the crack of her arse as much as
possible, and didn't pass up an opportunity to let rip with massive farts
whenever the moment arose.

Jo thought to herself that the filth of it could probably be 'wrung out'
of them by now, and giggled to herself.  Would her brother go for it?  Or
would he opt out and possibly wait for a cleaner pair.  It was something Jo
simply needed to know, in order to know how to proceed.

She looked out of her window, noticing her brother sitting in a chair
sunbathing near the pool, and saw more opportunities.

She stepped out of her sticky panties, which proceeded to 'plop' to the
floor, heavy as they were with the absorbed wetness, and proceeded to take
a fresh shower before choosing out her skimpiest swim suit to go sun
tanning close to her brother.

Looking at herself before going down and out to the pool, she regarded
herself in the mirror, and saw a 5'10" tall 17-year-old with hair dyed
blond, dressed in nothing but a very small bikini, barely covering her
areolas, and thong bikini panties tightly hugging the bulge of her cunt in
the front, and a narrow strip disappearing into the crack of her arse in
the back.

'Let's see how I can go in showing him his sister's goodies,' Jo
challenged herself.

She had a feeling she would be able to go far; and as it turned out, she
was right.

***

Jo stepped out the backdoor, and immediately felt the hot sun on her
skin.  Holding her hand over her eyes to block the sun, she pretended to
look around, yet was merely interested in seeing if her brother Michael had
noticed her presence.  He had.  Underneath her fingers she could see him
raising his head and opening his eyes in a squint, looking in her
direction.

Jo could see his mouth opening, and realized he couldn't stop himself
completely from being openly stunned at how skimpy the swimming wear was
that his sister had decided to wear.

Licking her lips and scanning for a chair, Jo remained standing in her
spot, arching her back somewhat and sticking her chest forward.  'Take a
good look at my fucking tits, brother,' Jo thought to herself as she felt
on display for her sibling, almost feeling his gaze on her skin.

Finally she walked to the nearest chair, and dragged it toward a spot in
the sun, close to her brother.  She positioned the chair in such a way that
it would be facing her brother.  Being satisfied with it, she walked to the
pool and jumped in to cool off.

In reality Jo wanted her swim wear to become transparent by the wetness,
as it would (she selected it for that purpose), as well as having the cold
water stiffening her nipples.  No move she made was without its purpose;
everything was meant to be for the benefit of putting on a display.  Around
her brother, Jo became an exhibitionist.

The 17-year-old climbed out of the water, and after walking to her
chair, sat down in it.  She adjusted the back so she would be in more of a
horizontal position, and after putting on a pair of sunglasses, she laid
back, her legs apart as far as they could without them falling off the
sides.

Looking through her shades, Jo watched Michael without him knowing it.
At least, without him knowing it for sure.  His eyes were closed, and the
girl used the opportunity to pull the crotch of her bikini thongs up, so
more of it ended up in her cunt slit, and it no longer covered up her whole
mound.  Looking down, she could see some of her pubes sticking out from the
sides as well as the shape of her slit being visible where the material had
been pulled into her cleft.  The transparency from the water also
moderately revealed some of her meats behind it.  Feeling particularly
horny, she finally manipulated her top in such a way that one of her stiff
nipples was partially revealed, which was easy enough with the top being so
small and covering so little.

In the knowledge that her brother could see some of her muff hair and
some of her nipple, Jo laid back, her hands on her stomach, and feeling her
cunt burn with sexual tension and anticipation.  In the position that
brother and sister were in as they sat tanning in their chairs, if Michael
were to open his eyes and look at his sister, he would see her sitting
perfectly with her feet in his direction, and reclined back, with her legs
spread more than a lady should.  He would be able to peer between the soles
of her feet and her legs and thighs, to where they joined at her crotch. 
He would see the point where the backsides and part of the insides of her
thighs were separated by her buttocks with a crease.  He would see how her
butt cheeks were pressed flat by her weight as she was laying on them, and
how it made them press tightly against each other, so that a slit was
clearly visible that ran up to right under her cunt.  He would see how the
thin strip of her thong would come out of that slit between her butt
cheeks, and widen so it would cover her cunt, although in this case some of
that cunt was visible as the crotch was slightly pulled into the cleft, and
some of Jo's dark pubes were sticking out from the sides.

In short, if Michael would look, he would get almost the same kind of
view of his sister's that he would get if he would be laying on the floor
on his back, and his sister would be standing over his head and he would be
looking up between her legs.

And just as in that situation, in this situation too, he would be able
to see his sister's cunt bulge out against the crotch of her thongs.

As Jo realized all of this, a shiver of perverse delight coursed through
her body.  It was such a nasty thought, and such a lewd, unladylike
position to be in so close to her own brother, and she loved every second
of it.

Jo lay with her head back somewhat, but was able to keep an eye on her
brother the whole time.  And it wasn't long before she could see him open
his eyes and see his sister.

Without him knowing it, she watched him look at her.  She could feel his
eyes glide over her body, and it made her toes curl inwardly.  As a matter
of fact, it made the muscles in her entire lower body clench up, from her
cunt to her arsehole.  She could feel the entrance of her snatch as well as
her anus tighten up and her buttocks clenching more tightly together. 
Immediately she hoped Michael would notice some of it, and he did.  The
goose bumps spread over her body and her nipples tightened and stiffened to
the maximum, and instantly she remembered that some of one of her nipples
was exposed.

***

From his end, Michael was staring at his sister; his sister that seemed
to be coming on to him more and more as the days went by.  If she wasn't
his sister, he would have probably bent her over a table already.  But she
was his sister, for Christ's sakes.  He may have become extremely sexually
attracted to her, to the point of having the kinkiest, most perverted
fantasies about her, but she was still his sister and he had to remember
that.  Flirting, jerking off thinking about her, using her yellow-and-brown
stained panties on his cock, even.  But not actually fucking her, or
anything else going too far like eating her out or having her suck his
prick.  No matter how appealing the thought was.

He looked at Jo, and saw her lying back, her face lifted upward somewhat
but still not being able to see her eyes under the rim of her sun glasses.
Did she even know how much of her goods she was putting on display?

The way she was laying there, he might as well have been lying down and
looking up between her legs, but it wasn't just that.

He slid his stare slowly over her body.  He looked at the soles of her
feet, from her pink heel, over her wrinkled soles to her inwardly curling
toes.  His eyes wandered over her long legs, over the top of them and along
the insides of them; they looked thick and muscular but Michael knew it was
because they were lying on the leg rest of the chair.  He looked up her
legs and between them, seeing the slit where her buttocks were pressed
tightly against each other, and seeing her thong appear as if out of
nowhere from between them.  It was a silly thought, but it was on moments
like this that he wanted to be a thong more than anything in the world.

He realized it was his sister he was looking at when he looked at the
crotch of Jo's bikini thongs and the blood rose to his cheeks, making them
burn.  The crotch seemed pulled up into his sister's slit to the point
where he could see the shape of it, and he could clearly see that his
sister didn't shave, as her dark pubic hair was visibly sticking from the
sides.  The damn thing even seemed to show most of her cunt right through
them.  He wondered if Jo knew how easy it would be to see through that
material when it became wet.

Looking further upward, across her tight stomach, her smallish but nice
tits were hardly covered by her bikini top.  As a matter of fact, with one
of her tits, the triangular shaped material that would hardly cover her
nipples anyway, had shifted somehow to the point where half of her areola
was visible, and a stiff, pink nipple stuck out right outside of it.  For
fuck's sake, he could actually see his sister's nipple, all stiff and pink.

He could see her nipple; he could see her pussy hair, and even what he
couldn't really see he still could, somehow, simply by the shape of it.  He
thought he could even see his sister's buttocks tighten up and loosen,
again and again.  It looked so fucking hot, so inviting, he just couldn't
help it.

Michael's cock started to stir, and within moments his swimming briefs
had begun to tent without him even being aware.

***

Jo clenched her muscles again and again, not entirely voluntarily.  The
lust surging though her hot body made her feel anxious, and it made her
cunt twitch, and her bum hole with it.

She had been watching her brother for some time now, and he was openly
looking at her, most likely not even being aware how openly.  She felt his
gaze everywhere and she revelled in it.  She could it feel every step of
the way, how his eyes would focus on her feet, her legs, her crotch, her
tits and her face.  Whatever body part she felt he was looking at, started
to tingle as she imagined his mouth on it.  His saliva covering it, sliding
over it; down it; in some cases, in between or into it.  She imagined his
mouth on every part of her body and being covered with her brother's warm
spit. Completely sticky, warm and wet with her brother's spit.

Jo didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold out like this;
she was driving herself nuts with her own thoughts.  She was going nuts
thinking about what Michael would do to her as she watched him staring at
her body.

It was at about this point that she noticed it.  She noticed the huge
bulge in the crotch of his swimming trunks.  He was hard!  Her darling
brother was looking at her and had a hard cock.  She couldn't help licking
her lips and moving her arse on the seating of the chair.  She pretended it
to be for adjusting herself, but what Michael didn't know was that she just
couldn't help moving her arse because she was turned on beyond belief at
the sight of her brother having a stiff dick from looking at her.

They were now turning each other on with their bodies, although Jo was
the only one to know the other was looking at her.

The 17-year-old girl couldn't stand it anymore.  She had to take care of
business.  There was hardly anything else to do with her brother still
being unaware she was doing things on purpose.  If only he could give him
some view of something he hadn't seen yet.  Her arsehole.

Yes, she had to figure out a way for him to see some part of her anus
before going upstairs and wanking herself to a climax.  She knew how to do
it.

So Jo stood up from the chair with a seductive sigh, noticing her
brother quickly closing his eyes and still not aware of his own bulge, and
jumped into the pool for a few laps.  Right before getting out, she reached
back between her arse cheeks and pulled the thong up, tightly into the
crack of her arse and even more into the cleft of her cunt.

She climbed up, grabbed her sun glassed, and walked toward the side of
her brother.

"Michael..." Jo said, a nervous tremor in her voice, "You want anything
to drink?"

Michael opened his eyes, looked up to his sister, trying to avoid
looking at her crotch and the nipple still sticking right out of the side
of the patch that was supposed to cover it, and said: "Uhhh, sure.  I'll
have a coke."

Jo turned around, 'accidentally' dropped her sun glasses, and bent
forward to pick them up as slowly as she could.  She bent slowly through
her knees in a slight squatting position, so that her arse was practically
as the same height as her brother's head.  And as she took her time picking
her sun glasses up, she could feel the sun, as well as her brother's eyes,
burn in the sweat-slick crack of her arse.

What Michael was looking at, not knowing that Jo knew, was a pair of his
sister's spread globes, the crack of her arse and the thin strip of her
thong running through it, and it covered her anus so sparingly that only
the opening was covered by it.  Michael could, however, see the darker
colour of the skin around her anus, as well as tiny hairs surrounding it
and even the wrinkles of her arsehole on both sides of the strip of
material of her thong.  Before she got up, Jo clenched her muscles once,
pulling the anal muscle tight into a puckered ring and making the wrinkles
even more clearly visible as they were pulled together into the pucker that
was only barely covered.

Jo hoped her brother was able to get a good, long look at her shit hole,
insofar as he could see it, and finally walked inside the house to get her
brother his drink.

After having given her flushed, hard brother his coke, she smiled at him
and walked back into the house, at which point Michael finally noticed how
visible his arousal was.  And yet, he didn't really care, if only because
it was too late to do anything about it anyway.

Jo had quickly gone upstairs to her room.  She leaned out the window so
she could see her brother and put a pair of his boxers in her mouth.  She
put one foot on whatever was there so she could keep her legs apart, and as
she watched her brother, she had one hand in her crotch and one in her
crack.  And as she looked at her brother from the open window she wanked 
her needy cunt and hungry arsehole.

Within minutes she would muffle the scream from her orgasm with her
brother's underwear in her mouth, as her tight holes contracted around her
greased, smelly digits.

Panting and satisfied, she allowed Michael's boxers to drop from her
mouth, and slid her fingers from her holes, and as she kept her eyes on her
brother, she sucked her fingers clean from cunt and arse juice, imagining
the whole time that it is her brother doing the sucking, and that it is her
brother who was tasting the rich, tart flavours of her cunt and her crapper.

***

Having frigged herself and releasing the tension, Jo could now go back
down and sun bathe.  With her own needs out of the way, she could tease her
brother to her heart's content.

But she hadn't been lying on her chair for a whole minute, when she
could hear someone in the house, and it wouldn't be long before her mother
Jane came walking out of the house in her own bathing suit.

Jo suddenly felt pissed at her mother.  Why the fuck did the woman have
to disturb her fun with her brother?  And that outfit, virtually as
revealing as her own.  She did know she was dressed like that in front of
her own children, didn't she?

What kind of mother would sun bathe in something that revealing in front
of her own son and daughter?  With jealous contempt Jo looked at her
mother, whom she loved dearly otherwise.  But she was fucking up her plans.

Jane was babbling something to Michael that Jo didn't pay any attention
to, as the girl watched her mother find a chair and drag it to a spot in
the sun not far away from the two of them.

Jo was steaming, and it wasn't alleviated when after a couple of minutes
Michael lay tanning with his eyes closed, and she noticed her mother
looking at her son in a way that seemed off.  She seemed to regard him
unlike a mother as she was oiling up her thighs with lotion, her eyes on
her son's body and seemingly not his head at anytime. Jo could see a faint
smile on her mother's face as her hands greased up her inner thighs, near 
the bulging crotch of her dark bikini bottoms.

'How disgusting,' Jo thought, 'for a mother to check out her own son,
right in the vicinity of her daughter as well.'

Jo had had enough.

She got up, and said: "If you need me, I'll be at Jill's place," before
walking into the house and out of sight of a brother and mother who didn't
even notice Jo's mood.

***

It was a few hours later, deep in the afternoon, when Jo came back.  She
had gone to her friend Jill's place and they had gone to the mall just to
hang out.  Jill was there obviously checking out the boys although Jo
really wasn't interested in anyone but her own brother.  Jill was no dummy,
she knew something was up, and sooner or later she'd find out the deal.

Coming home and walking straight to her bedroom, Jo crashed to her bed,
but it wasn't long before she suddenly remembered the scene at the pool. 
She got up quickly and looked out of her window, noticing that her mother
was sun bathing, but her brother was gone.

He wasn't in his own room, because the door was open and nobody was
inside.  So he must be at one of his mates.

Looking around her room absent minded, she suddenly noticed something.
Her panties; the filthy panties she had worn for days and had left on the
floor earlier were no longer there.

That meant they could only be in one other place!

Knowing that her brother wasn't home, and her mother downstairs outside,
Jo quickly walked into Michael's room, knowing exactly where to look.

She lifted his mattress and indeed, there they were.  Her worn panties.

She picked them up, smiling, and realizing how nasty they were, and that
her brother might have already used them.  Her cunt was starting to leak at
the thought.

Turning them inside out, the smile on her face disappeared and her mouth
opened in surprise.  She found the stains to be gone.  The thing was wet as
hell, but there was hardly a trace left of her bodily fluids.

In her mind, Jo knew how it happened and she pictured it.

She pictured her brother wanking his fat, juicy cock, a slimy film of
pre-cum oozing from the piss hole and covering the purple head of it, 
thinking about the sight of his sister at the pool this afternoon, and 
having her used, filthy panties in his mouth.  
She pictured him cleaning her filthy panties by sucking the dirty stains 
right out of them.  Sucking the yellow cunt-juice-and-piss stain from the 
crotch, and sucking the brown arse stain from the rear.  She pictured his 
large, hairy balls erupting and his cock spewing jizz like a fountain, his 
hot cum landing all over him from his thighs to his chest, even his face, 
as he sucked his sister's dirt from her panties and his mouth was filled 
with the unmistakable, rich, tart flavours of his sister's cunt and shit hole.

And Jo's knees buckled, an orgasm thundering through her loins.