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yourself in to the thought police.  Even thinking about sex is dirty and 
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game that ends with a body count in the high four figures.  Death and 
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©1997 losgud.  Personal use just fine.  Archiving okay.  Absolutely NO 
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to discourage repeat offenders.  We cut your fucking hands off!
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Note:  This story is like great sex--a long build-up and then ... and 
then ... and then ... !  Enjoy!


CLOSING UP THE COTTAGE  

It started out as another case of me-and-my-big-mouth.  I was down at 
my parents' and had wandered into the livingroom in time to catch the 
last snatch of a conversation.  My sister Ria was saying stuff about 
closing up her cottage for the winter.  Figuring that to be a pretty 
tough sport and feeling full of false magnanimity, I volunteered, "Well 
gosh, Ria, I'd certainly come out and help, not that I could get time 
away from the kids or afford the airfare."  I really would have been 
just as satisfied with myself if I'd just thought about offering.  
Unfortunately there was a roomful of family to witness my words.
	
I hadn't seen Ria in a couple of years and didn't expect to see her 
again for a couple more.  That was the standard schedule since we'd 
become adults.  Ria and I were not at all close.  As children we had 
fought like monsters all the time.  Sometime in our early teens came a 
cease-fire, both of us independently deciding it would be less hassle to 
simple ignore the other.  Now that we'd both crossed the threshold into 
our thirties, things between us were civil enough.  Though neither of 
us felt obliged to words if we wound up alone in the same room.
	
It was like some sort of conspiracy.  Less than a month later my wife 
announced that she and the kids were driving for a week's stay at her 
parents a state and a half away.  Instead of being torn between desire 
and duty--can I stay or should I go?--I was directed towards a third 
choice.  She and them were off to her parents, while mine had mailed me 
the plane tickets out to Ria's.  Somehow I didn't feel much in charge of 
my own destiny.
	
I boarded my airplane, found my seat and sat down.  I pulled the in-
flight magazine out from the pouch on the back of the seat ahead of me.  
It was not a far reach.  I thought to myself _This is insane!_  My sister 
was a virtual stranger.  There was this cottage, out in the country, up 
in the mountains, something like that out in one of the western states.  
I had no clear idea what she did with her life.  I had not even seen a 
photograph of this _cottage_.  I didn't know if she owned or rented or 
just somehow _inhabited_ this cottage.  There was something about a 
roommate going abroad for some long stretch of time.  My sole 
knowledge of this person was her gender.  Were they roommates or 
friends or lovers?  As for my sister's sexuality, I could state with some 
certainty that she was female.  All the sorts of details that make up a 
life, and so few did I know.  It was all information I didn't care about.  
I could see no reason in the world why I would be on my way to help 
her out.  Blood isn't _that_ thick.
	
The pleasure of my flight was mitigated by the circumstances of having 
been booked on the cheapest airline still up in the air.  The only 
refreshment they offered was water, and for that you had to go back 
and suck it from the bathroom spigot.  Carry-on luggage was restricted 
to purses and briefcases because there were no overhead bins, so my 
similarly sized duffel had to go into the belly of the beast.  I didn't 
really need the book I'd neglected to retrieve until I discovered that all 
the magazines were actually thickish catalogues of cheap goods.  My 
favorite was the catalogue catalogue, a huge lavishly illustrated 
catalogue of all the catalogues you could possibly want to order.  I did 
a total tally.  For only almost $1000 I could have many hundreds of 
worthless catalogues I didn't want delivered to my doorstep.  The 
prospect was thrilling.  The exercise got me past those first ten minutes 
when the plane is suddenly rumbling into the air, going up steep fast.  
My fear of flying is restricted to these minutes, and their companion 
ones at the other end of the flight, when, statistically, most planes tend 
to crash and burn.
	
During the descent I silently waxed poetic about the grand old days of 
air travel.  When your plane landed, by god you were where you were 
going.  And you had to worry about dying only twice.  My modern 
flight sort of hopped across the landscape.  Each subsequent airport 
was smaller than the one before.  And at each we as well traded down 
for the next smaller aircraft.  It got to the point that as we were once 
again nosing back down to earth, all I could really imagine ahead was a 
sort of lawnmower with wings.  Out the window all I could see us 
approaching was what looked like a failed subdivision out in the middle 
of nowhere.  The sad lines of merrily named streets leading to nothing, 
making tracings in the bulldozed mud sea surrounding.  The roads 
anchored to a small solitary building, the model home/sales office.  We 
landed there, and it didn't look much different from the ground.  The 
building was the tiniest terminal that was ever built.  Luckily it was the 
end of the line.  I was where I wanted to be, or rather, where I was 
supposed to be.
	
Amazingly, the flight arrived on time.  Nothing else did.  I spent the 
hour Ria kept me waiting trying to locate my duffel.  She finally caught 
up with me at an out-of-the-way counter where a gleaming young woman 
was filling out a missing tracer for me.  Well, she was noting the 
information on the backside of a napkin with a snapped pencil.  "So 
just come back in ten days to check," the woman was telling me with a 
winning smile.  
	
"I'll be back in four," I snapped, "That's when I leave.  Preferably with 
the duffel."
	
Ria came up and greeted me.  She stopped ten feet away and barked, 
"Where's your bag?"
	
I turned back to Miss Perfect Career Choice and asked, "How many 
cities does your fine airline serve anyway."
	
"Thirty-eight," she gave a cheery chirp.
	
I turned back to Ria.  "Take your pick.  Now I sort of know why my 
bag is late.  What's your excuse?"
	
"I'm here now," she shrugged.  "You ready to go?"
	
The cottage, when we got there, wasn't really much of a cottage.  It 
wasn't a shack, but it wasn't a cottage.  It was a house in the way a 
cave can be called a home.  It could be called a cabin, except cabins 
generally aren't clapboard with little trims around the rims.  It didn't 
look at all new.  Thank god, I thought, it wasn't some listing double-
wide trailer dragged up the hills.
	
It was really rather nice inside.  One big central room, the livingroom, 
with vaulted ceiling and a wide stone hearth.  A hallway led off to a 
pleasant little bedroom opposite a full bath, ending in the kitchen at 
back.  I retraced my steps and headed for the great room.  In the 
middle of the room, facing the fireplace, there was one of those frame 
things that folds a futon up into a sofa.  I was on it in an instant.
	
Ria was on me before I could get comfortable.  "What do you think 
you're doing?  Come on! get up!!  We got a ton of work ahead of us."
	
"Coffee," I groaned.  "First comes coffee."
	
"Coffee?" she gave me a queer look.  "I don't drink coffee."
	
"Well I do.  You could be nice, or just tell me where everything is and 
I'll make my own."
	
"I said I don't drink the stuff.  The closest coffee you'll find is down 
in town."
	
"Then get your butt down to town and get me some!" I cried.  "I'm not 
moving 'til I've had my fix.  Get me a pound, ground, and something to 
brew it in."
	
Ria took my look of exasperation and multiplied it.  She went off in a 
huff, but she did go off.  Without another word she was out the door 
and in her truck.  I guessed it to be at least a twenty minute trip each 
way, nestling my head languidly down into a pillow.
	
In fact I got to snooze for well over an hour.  But then my nap ended 
with that terribly disorienting sort of jerking way.  It was like my body 
shivering awake at the presence of a cat sitting on my chest staring at 
me while I slept.  The cat was Ria.  "Wake up and smell the coffee," she 
gently cooed.  I couldn't imagine how she had gotten into that position 
without me waking straight off.  She was straddling me and half lying 
atop me.  It was a familiar posture from childhood, but any adult 
interpretation tended to involve complete lack of clothing.  Of particular 
embarrassment for me was that she'd caught me at some stage of sleep 
where I had an absolutely throbbing erection, a condition complicated by 
being twisted up in my underwear.  The warm soft pressure of her 
crotch was hardly the dash of cold water I needed.  I tried to think of 
all the most horrifying things I could to make my tide subside.  What 
more wilt-worthy material was there than the thought that your own 
sister might feel your accidental erection?  But it was my own sister on 
top of me and there was no way she could mistake what she was sitting 
on, and Ria really was doing nothing to abate the situation.  If we'd 
been naked, the sweat alone would've sent me filling her to the hilt.  
Her breasts hung unhampered in her shirt, sometimes swaying against 
my chest.  The view down her shirt was always excellent.  I of course 
could not linger on the scenery without appearing quite obvious.  It 
really was much harder on my neck to keep my gaze up at her eyes.  
Ria's smile seemed to be quietly laughing about my quandary.  She 
crushed them against me as she swung her leg back over me, pushing 
off me to stand up.
	
"Coffee's ready," she tossed off.  "Drink up!"    
	
It was the worst cup of coffee I'd ever had.  It was like she had gone 
to the clandestine and unscrupulous open coffee market and been 
suckered into buying a bag of dried used grounds disguised as freeze-
dried instant.  The best course of action seemed to me to be stoic and 
obey orders.
  	
The first order of the day was to put in all the storm windows.  There 
weren't all that many windows, but it didn't sound like an interesting 
chore to me.  But if I was going to do any griping, I should have done 
it by keeping my yap shut weeks ago.  It was a great time-saver that 
Ria already had the logistical end figured out.  One of us would climb 
up the ladder, while the other would hand up the big panes of glass.  
We took turns which helped vary the task.  And either way, I had a 
great view.  Divorcing the sights from the fact that it was my sister.  
It gave my mind something to do while the rest of me hefted away.  I 
mean, I'd be a liar to deny that Ria's got a luscious ass, and there it 
was, sort of pushed out, just a few feet from my face.  Or else I was 
looking down deep into some mighty fine cleavage.  Looking down there 
because that was where I had to look down to reach down and grab the 
glass.  I mean, Ria's my little sister but she's a big girl now; she can 
dress herself.
	
The problem that arose was that due to warping in the frames, it was 
stupidly difficult for the person on the ladder to hold the window fast 
while reaching up to secure the fasteners.  I was up top when Ria 
decided the best thing was for her to follow up the ladder, reaching 
around me to hold the window steady while I busied around with the 
latches.  She couldn't help but mash her breasts against me a few times 
while she got set.  In all my wriggling around there were some 
contortions that required I brush back against them.  I was hoping Ria 
wouldn't notice how much I was blushing as I tried to avoid the touch.  
I let my manner be matter-of-fact, and thought it best to mention not a 
word of it.  But it was driving me crazy, every now and then, that 
brush of hot breath on the back of my neck.  And then back down the 
ladder.  Next was the worse way.  I followed her dancing ass up the 
rungs and then had to become a true contortionist.  Leaning in enough 
to hold the glass flat while keeping my pelvis kept cocked way back.  
Maintaining that posture, and affecting it as natural, required true 
talent.  If I'd been in a calmer state I wouldn't have minded nestling on 
up when the job required it.  But really, my idlings had left me with a 
big hard thing in the front of my pants which I really did not want to 
be rubbing up against my sister's ass.  On several occasions, exactly 
that did happen.  I was flooded with self-mortification, a weird sort of 
fluid in my veins and stuff which served to push even more blood into 
the offensive member.
	
I was so relieved when the job was done and it was time to go in and 
make sandwiches.
	
But then afterwards we filled the back of her pickup with tools and 
drove down the drive to the road.  Down there a big gate could be 
swung closed and locked, blocking the drive.  Apparently some errant 
rural postal carrier had swerved bad and knocked the gate posts to 
their current strange slants.  Ria had the new lumber ready.  We 
weren't righting the posts.  We were there to replace the old 4x4s with 
8x8s, sinking them about a yard down and setting them in concrete.  I'd 
used a post-hole digger before in my life, and wasn't exactly thrilled at 
the repeat.  Again, the labor was equitably divided.  Down there, the 
ground revealed itself to be about three inches of top soil covering an 
unending bed of large rocks glued together with clay.  It was hard, hot 
work, and soon enough Ria finished off the buttons on her shirt and 
hung it on one of the tilted old posts.  Ria's breasts were now covered 
by only the pale lacy pink wings of a giant butterfly.  I couldn't tell if 
it was a sorry sort of halter, or bikini top, or more intimate upper 
apparel.  Whatever the function, the material made the contents sway as 
easy as a sweet summer breeze.  They jiggled quite smartly when Ria 
plunged the digger down in the hole, repeatedly, seeking purchase.  
The whole scene seemed orchestrated, choreographed really.  She'd move 
halfway around the hole so that by the time it came to bend low and 
take the big bite, well, I would want to bend low and take a big bite 
myself.  _Hey, that's your sister_, I had to keep reminding myself, _and 
she doesn't particularly like you in the first place_.  Like she'd be 
terribly thrilled to turn around and catch me drooling over her ass.  
Keep your eyes on the concrete and your hands stirring the shovel, I 
made that my motto.  But not soon enough, for as soon as I took over 
on the digger, Ria bitched at me for not attending to the concrete.  
	
"You let it start getting _hard_," she snapped.  No doubt!  "You should 
have stirred it more."  No doubt!!  
	
Her remonstrations did act nicely as a bucket of cold water, leaving me 
in much less of a state when we got down to the tugging and grunting 
of getting the posts set in place.  Difficult though it was, I kept most 
of my mind on the job holding the posts steady while Ria twisted and 
turned, shoveling the concrete from the wheelbarrow into the holes.  
The posts stood up straight and tall and proud.  "See," I said as we 
cleaned up, "everything worked out fine.  They're poking up like poplar 
trees."  Ria, I swear, blushed.  And it was that that made me decide 
that her nipples really were erect.  Well, we'd been working pretty hard 
and gotten hot and sweaty, and now as we loaded up the truck the 
afternoon was fairly done and the air was taking on the chilly cast of 
evening.  Something else was starting to poke up again as well, but I 
was feeling pretty cocky having discovered that, come untucked during 
our labors, my shirt was plenty long enough to keep all that quite 
hidden.

I couldn't figure out why I was so blasted horny.  It probably was some 
bizarre combination of a good honest day's work and the vast lungsful 
of clean mountain air.  At any rate, I figured once I got my turn at the 
shower just the mild touch of soaping myself up would take care of the 
problem.  I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do about the matter 
of my sole set of clothing being soiled.
	
As to be expected, Ria seized first shot at the shower.  Only there 
wasn't a shower, just a bath.  She was off in the tub splashing away 
for hours like a child.  When she emerged she was flushed from the 
heat, trotting to the bedroom in just a towel.  "_Woo!_ It's chilly in 
here," she squealed.  "Why don't you hop in the tub while I get some 
dinner going, and then we'll attend to the fireplace."
	
Actually, the thought of a long hot soak held great appeal.  It'd been a 
long hard day for all of us, and even my penis was pretty tired.  I 
turned on just the hot tap and started taking off my clothes.  It didn't 
occur to me until I was nearly done that Ria had left her clothes exactly 
as she'd shed them.   They lay on the floor like land-mines.  I wasn't 
about to touch them.  Maybe she'd arranged them _just so_ to know if I 
had.  I didn't need to bend down to know how fragrant the panties 
would be so I didn't.  It was enough to see that they were these tiny 
sheer lacey lavender things that I seriously doubted any woman would 
wear as _everyday_.  I resisted the temptation wholly, except for the 
old letch between my legs, who certainly rose up for a good long look.  
I decided that at my imminent and immediate leisure I might start 
feeling rather sexy.  I was working out the logistics of not splashing 
too obviously when I realized the only washcloth around was Ria's, flung 
atop the soap unwrung out.  The bath, as I shut off the tap, didn't 
seem inspired to steam the window much less the mirror.  I stepped in 
and it was absolutely tepid.  Ria's bath had been no doubt very toasty.  
Mine hardly had the warmth to make soap work.  I sat down in the 
water and nearly burst into tears.  
	
Almost immediately Ria burst through the door.  There wasn't any time 
to grab the washcloth.  She paid me no real mind, "Just thought I'd 
throw your clothes in the wash while dinner's going."  She stooped to 
gather the laundry and I got a very clear view that under her not-
very-long t-shirt Ria was barely clad in a pair of panties that did 
indeed make the pair on the floor look like _everyday wear_.  Her hair 
all tucked into the turban of the towel completed her exotic look.
	
"So yeah and hey thanks for leaving me so much hot water hey okay?"  
I was feeling pretty cocky having snagged the washcloth.
	
Ria gathered up the bundle, turning back to me as she paused in the 
doorway, "Looks to me like you're about to make all the hot water you 
need."
	
I couldn't believe my ears.  Then again I couldn't believe my eyes.  
While I was covered, the washcloth hung down limp from some point in 
the air as if I was performing some trick of levitation.  I stayed in the 
tub as long as I could stand it, which wasn't long at all.  My next 
dilemma was that in all of the bathroom there was just one very small 
hand towel.  It wasn't even big enough to wrap around my middle.  I 
just sort of held it around the front of me, hovering at the cracked 
doorway calling, "Hello? hello?"  I kept up my cry as I skirted around 
the room and scooted up the hall to the kitchen, where Ria finally 
acknowledged that I was talking to her.  "Towel? towel?" I cried.  
	
"Oh?" she answered.  She stayed at the stove and gestured to the back 
of a chair at the table.  "Use mine.  Everything else is packed away.  
Sorry."  She made no move to fetch it, leaving it for me to get clear 
across the kitchen.  I sort of danced my way there doing a modified 
hula.  She turned to watch the whole show.  "Geez you goof," Ria 
snickered, "I'm busy with dinner, I'm your sister, and I've seen it all 
before."  
	
I scurried back to the bathroom to the sound of her laughter.  The 
towel was mostly damp, but there was enough dryness for me to finish 
my business.  Actually I found the towel pretty intoxicating, with all its 
smells of soap and water and clean skin, the fruity scents of shampoo 
and conditioner.  I had the towel over my head rubbing my hair when I 
encountered a completely different odor.  The pheromones went like 
lightning bolts to my brain.  My goodness, so that's what all the 
splashing had been about!  Ria didn't use this towel to just dry off, she 
used it to mop up!  Just as I was contemplating all this Ria was rapping 
on the door.  "What!?"  
	
"Are you still alive in there?"  
	
The problem was that I was very much alive, and waiting to die down a 
bit before I came out.  "I'm drying off!"  
	
"Hate to rush you, but could you hurry?  I'm about to pee in my 
panties."  
	
I managed to strap myself down with one end before winding the towel 
around my waist.  "Oh and hey, are my clothes ready?"  
	
"They're in the livingroom.  But I haven't fired up the drier yet."  
	
I was curious.  All our clothes from the day were hung on a wooden 
rack off to the side of the dark hearth.  "What?" I cried.  
	
"What did you think?  Usually I go to the laundromat in town."  
	
"I can't sit around in a wet towel all night!"  
	
Ria laughed from behind the closed door, "I put some clothes out for 
you on the bed."
	
She wasn't kidding about it being chilly in the bedroom.  I couldn't find 
the light switch but the bed was easy enough to bump into.  I groped 
and grabbed something that turned out to be a t-shirt of sorts.  The 
neck scooped low and was faced with piping and a trim of lace.  But at 
least it was plenty long, which fast became a factor.  The only other 
item was a delicate pair of panties.  While skimpy, they were substantial 
enough to be worth my wearing.  I jumped into them when I heard her 
in the livingroom.  Had to give her credit:  she invested in silk.  By 
now my eyes had adjusted to the dim light.  I could see that indeed 
there was nothing else on the bed.  It was stripped bare to the 
mattress.  It was a curious feeling, standing there in that cold dark 
bedroom wearing a pair of my sister's panties.  Cross-dressing has 
never been one of my sexual imperatives, but I have to admit that 
wearing them felt very nice.  By the time I crossed back into the 
livingroom, I was starting to feel much nicer than I really wanted to.
	
Ria was kneeling in front of the fireplace stuffing it full of wood.  I 
managed to make it to a leaning sort of stance behind the sofa back.  "I 
thought you said there were some _clothes_."  
	
"_Sorry_.  I'm not prepared for visitors who don't bring their own."  
	
"But I feel like a twelve-year-old girl at a slumber party."  
	
"So, enjoy the feeling.  Like I've said, everything's packed away.  I 
mean, there is a party dress in the closet, but to be honest, it covers 
up less than that shirt."  
	
"How do you know?" I sunk a few more inches behind the couch, "I'm 
behind the couch and you haven't even looked."  
	
"Believe me," she turned a grin my way, "I know what my clothes 
show."  Such as, I wondered, that her shirt had ridden up above the 
top of her panties a good five inches of bare back.  Or that her panties 
were stretched so taut that when she leaned into the fireplace to light 
the kindling I could see the fullness of her vulva down to the cleft.
	
"There," she stood up satisfied.  "Why don't you drag that coffee table 
over here in front of the sofa while I go get our plates and stuff.  
Might as well enjoy the warmth.  Have a nice dinner by firelight."  I 
waited for her to pad off into the kitchen before I moved.  Fortunately 
by the time she returned I was in a decent state.
	
Ria delivered forks and bowls of a rather simple but utterly delicious 
stir-fry served over brown rice.  The portions were just perfect.  I was 
far enough away from full that I could have easily eaten another whole 
bowl.  The trade-off was that when the food settled, I didn't have to 
fall down asleep.  As well, Ria had prepared a pair of ample glasses of 
wine.  Instead of napping, I wanted a fill-up on the wine.
	
Ria cleared away the dishes and after a banging of door returned with 
the bottle. She handed it to me to pour--nudging her glass--for the 
both of us.  The bottle, I visibly shivered, was quite well chilled.  
"Fresh from the back porch," she answered, "the best nighttime fridge 
ten or nine months of the year."
	
The evening turned into one of the most pleasant I've had in a long 
while.  We just sat there in front of the fire drinking wine and talking 
in a way we'd never really gotten to talk before.  I quit worrying about 
the fact that the lightly clad pout of her mound was clearly within my 
view.  The texture and pressure of my panties kept me constantly semi-
erect, which had to be just as visible to Ria as she was to me, but if I 
just didn't think about it my cock stayed within manageable proportions.  
As the evening drew to a close, I stepped over to put another log on 
the fire.  "You should wear rose-patterned pink silk panties more 
often," Ria commented to my backside, "you do look terribly cute in 
them."  I whipped around to see her face split by a huge grin.  I stuck 
my tongue out at her, a gesture she returned as she stood up and 
stretched.  That sight was dessert to me.  The breasts thrusting out 
against the shirt from her arching back was very pleasant as was the 
full view of her panties pulling up into her crotch, but what really took 
my breath away was the exposure of her slightly rounded tummy.  I 
wanted to lay my head there and use it for a pillow.  "Hate to break up 
the party, but I think it's time for this old gal to turn in.  Tomorrow's 
going to be a _long, hard_ day."  After she returned from the bathroom, 
I went in and peed and used her toothbrush.  Stepping away from the 
fireplace, the rest of the house had gotten downright frigid.  
	
When I returned to my seat in the room, Ria was cramming the fireplace 
full of logs.  She had moved the table, and there were pillows and 
folded sheets and blankets atop it.  Then she stood up and poked at my 
thigh with her toes.  "Come on, stand up so I can pull that out into a 
bed."  
	
"Oh, you don't have to go to all that bother.  Just a pillow and a 
blanket and I'll be fine."  
	
"I don't think you'll be very comfortable."  
	
"Why not?"  
	
"Because that won't leave me any room except directly on top of you."  
Ria must have read my confused look exactly.  She glanced at the 
bedroom door, which had been closed.  "You're crazy if you think _I'm_ 
sleeping in there.  No bedding and the furnace is turned off.  You're 
more than welcome to spend the night on a bare mattress in a freezing 
cold room, but don't you ever tell anyone that it was my idea."
	
With the arrangements thus clarified, I stood up and helped unfold the 
frame and pull the futon into place, put on the sheets and things.  I 
decided to go pee one more time.  When I got back, the only light left 
in the room was the roaring glow from the hearth.  Ria seemed to have 
gone instantly asleep.  I slipped under the covers on the vacant side of 
the bed.  At first I thought there were far too many blankets on, but 
quickly I realized how right Ria had been.  I started getting pretty 
chilly even there in the bed.  Ria was no doubt a bit snugger, having 
seized the side of the bed facing the fire.  She was even turned away 
from it.  I was thinking of sort of slowly scooting over towards her, 
strictly to pick up some of her warmth.  Instead she cuddled up against 
me.  That was just perfect except her hand came to rest along my flank.  
With the every rise and fall of our breathing, the movement of our 
bodies seemed to cock the wrist a bit more, eventually threatening to let 
her hand drop directly over my crotch.  After a few minutes I gently 
lifted the hand up to my shoulder.  A few minutes after that Ria stirred 
slightly, snuggling, nestling up completely against me.  In the process, 
her hand dropped directly in my lap.  I couldn't figure out what to do 
next.  My penis is no different from any other--it _likes_ to be touched.  
I tried altering my breathing in relation to hers, but that didn't do 
much to keep her hand from lightly brushing against me.  And then, 
after not much longer, I had to quit pretending it was all because of 
our body motions.  Her hand was _rubbing_.  I whispered her name but 
she didn't answer.
	
"Ria," I hissed, "what are you _doing_?"
	
"Mmm, I'm stroking a nice big hard cock, what do you think I'm doing."
	
"I _know_, but what I mean is _what are you_ doing?"
	
"I think it's the same nice big hard cock I've been looking at all day 
long.  What have you been thinking about all day long, hmm?" she 
rolled my pelvis flat and slid her hand under the elastic.  "You've been 
walking around with quite a hard-on all day long.  I call this the 
original all day long dong.  And I want to suck it."
	
"_Ria_, what are you doing?"
	
"What?" she mock pouted, "don't you want me to put your stiff penis in 
my warm, wet mouth?  Think how luscious my tongue is."  Ria sort of 
twisted and turned and sat up, legs tucked under, leaning my way.  
The warm length of her thigh pressed against me from midway of mine 
on up past my waist.  My panties joined the crowd of covers in 
retreating past my knees.  She leaned and caressed the full blown 
length of the shaft with both hands, fingers lingering with a spidery 
dance atop the crown.  "Your lips," she downright cooed, "say _no! no!_, 
but they're really not very good liars, are they?"  That said, she 
dropped down upon me with her mouth.  She went to town so bad so 
fast I thought she wanted to bring me off within seconds.  My sperm 
were safely buckled into their fleet of rockets when she stopped cold.  
What came out of my mouth was not a very brotherly groan.
	
"Did you think _this_ wouldn't have an effect on me all day long?  I 
_thought_ about you while I was taking my bath.  Mmm, to be honest, I 
thought about you _twice_."
	
"I had, uh, kind of guessed that."
	
"Was I . . . _loud_?" she sat astride me, rubbing her silky crotch up 
and down my shaft.
	
"There was a lot of splashing, but really, it was, uh, the towel.  I 
_smelled_ you on it."
	
"So did I.  And I was hoping you would.  Say," she started sliding her 
way up my torso, "you haven't told me how _I_ look in my panties."
	
"Well, there's not really a lot there to discuss."
	
"Maybe you just need a closer look," she growled.  With that she inched 
over my arms.  Her pussy lips were so flushed the narrow strip of silk 
couldn't wholly contain them.  I snapped from the sensory overload.  I 
couldn't maintain the facade that I was having a slumber party with my 
sister.  It _was_ my sister and it was the start of one hell of a _party_, 
but we were fast heading to the opposite end of the spectrum from 
anything to do with slumber.
	
"Do you like my pretty cunt?"
	
"Ohh, Ria.  _So-o-o-o_ good."  Not only was the fabric so sheer, but wet 
as it was it went nearly transparent.  Whenever Ria shifted her hips I 
could hear the squishiness of her.  My brain was going crazy over the 
swelling smell of her sex.  As she lowered herself more I lifted my head 
and let my tongue come out to make introductions.  I could nearly touch 
her and I could certainly taste her.
	
I don't know if they tied at the sides or if Ria just ripped them at the 
seams.  The result being that the panties came off.  And dropped right 
down on my face.  For the brief instant before she slithered them off 
away I experienced first-hand the shroud of the Man Who Died the 
Happiest.  And then the curtain was lifted.
	
"Oh _god_, Ria, your cunt is _so_ beautiful!"  I could think of no 
greater honor than having my sister lower her love down upon me for a 
long sticky kiss.
	
"Ohhhh, yeaaa.  Lick your little sister's slit.  Mmmm, don't you love her 
creamy little pussy?  Oooh yea, suck her clit! oh god yea, make her 
come all over your face."
	
One thing I've learned in life is how to follow directions.  Ria ground 
her hips down, thighs squeezing my head while her pussy humped my 
face.  She gave a scream they probably heard way down back in town.  
My face was awash in her delicious nectar when she lifted herself off 
me.  I reached up and grabbed her hips, my fingers fondling the firm 
flesh of her behind, and pulled her back down.  It was just such a 
lovely sight, Ria's sex full in the bloom of arousal.  I wanted to kiss it 
again.  And I did, deep French, full on the lips, lingering long, lips 
parted, my tongue spelling out the vocabulary.  Much quicker than I 
expected I felt the roils of thunder roar up her thighs.  Ria had one of 
the most cataclysmic orgasms I've ever witnessed.  While she recovered, 
I covered her cunt with the lightest of kisses, our lips like the wings 
of butterflies brushing.

Ria raised up and slid down, twisting our legs into a knot of crotches 
humping thighs.  She leaned down and seized my head and began 
kissing wide circles around my face.  After awhile, my tongue got sort 
of scared of her tongue.  Then she grabbed ahold of me full, dragging 
me on top of her as she rolled onto her back.  Her legs were wide and 
our parts were touching anyway.  Ria had recovered her voice to just 
above a pant.  "Please," she stated, "fuck me now."
	
"It will be," I honestly answered, "my greatest pleasure."
	
Which, exactly, it was.  She reached down to guide me in, and once I 
was started on my heavenly journey, I inched my long way in so-o 
exquisitely slow.  We were a pair of unending moans.  Ria came again 
low and crazy as I buried the last measure to the hilt.  I bit my tongue 
to the taste of blood to back away from the edge myself.
	
"God," she groaned, "why weren't we doing this twenty years ago?  
Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me crazy all night long."
	
I'd barely started to oblige when Ria came again, effortlessly and 
extravagantly.  I thought it might be nice to turn her into a slightly 
different position, but she pulled me back down.  "We have time enough 
for _everything_," she whispered.  "Right now I want you pinning me 
down and plunging away.  _Ravish me_, now!"  Her ankles locked behind 
me, buckling me in for the ride.  And forever we fucked like crazy.  I 
paced myself well, not wanting it to ever end.  I felt like a surfer, with 
Ria my crashing ocean.  I rode her from crest to frothy crest.  I was 
off in some sort of universe where pleasure constantly expanded but 
never peaked and ended.  But then Ria groped back and found my 
balls, giving them a gentle squeeze while grunting, "_Now!_"
	
I'm sure I didn't deposit but a nearly invisible fraction of a gallon of 
semen in her cunt, but it sure felt like I was giving her full measure.  
I trickled off forever, matched by her own diminishing quavers.
	
Even then she wouldn't let me go, just sort of gently rocking me in her 
cradle, her cunt kissing my spent cock.  The soothing coos as she 
caressed me with the tips of her fingers and tongue.  Her hands 
magically made my shirt disappear.  She rolled us over, removing her 
own.  She reached down and gingerly cupped me, stroking me, then 
brought her fingers to her lips.  "Mmm, you and me together."  She 
shared the secret with a kiss.  "The way it was always meant to be.  
I've wanted you for as long as you've wanted me.  What do you think it 
was that set us against each other's throats so early on?  I was eight 
when I hazily understood the idea of what fucking was.  And I wanted 
only you to do whatever all that was to me.  To me and only me."
	
No longer joined, Ria was free to shift and give me the treat of a 

perfect view of her breasts.  "Here's what you've been trying to see all 
day.  And funny thing, I've been trying to get you to see them all 
day."  I watched mesmerized as her hands played with their fullness 
exactly as my hands wanted to.  Then she placed my hand on one of 
them and bent down, her other hand offering the other to my mouth.  
The hand that had guided mine retreated down my chest, the fingers 
tickling through my pubic hairs until it reached her destination.  I 
hated to even hint at doing anything else, but the night was not 
unending and I was exhausted from the day, and exhausted from just 
thinking about another full day's labor.  
	
"Um, I thought you said we had a long hard day ahead of us tomorrow."
	
"I did," she giggled, "but I didn't say that any of it involved anything 
that had to do with getting out of bed.  Nothing we did today was 
anything that needed to be done.  Just _this_.  Everything else was 
setting the stage."
	
The sounds of Ria went throaty and deep as she pressed her breasts 
back and forth against my hungry lips.  I managed to free up a hand 
to play down at the juncture of her legs too.  She growled and 
whimpered, "I have you all for my own for four days.  I'm finally going 
on my honeymoon."
	
"What about afterward?" I wondered aloud.
	
"I guess I'll just have to follow you home and seduce your wife."
	
"Oh yea?!"
	
"Sure.  Once we get comfortable with being a writhing snake pit of 
adultery and lesbianism and incest, I'm sure we'll all be always having a 
_wonderful_ time."
	
I gave Ria a big blank look.  I couldn't imagine how she could maintain 
her levity.  Already my fingers were knuckle deep in her froth.  "Us 
girls are good at sharing.  I'm sure she won't mind letting you pump 
my pussy, not when I bury my face between her thighs and show her 
my appreciation."  She chuckled, "What you have to realize, _big_ 
brother," the emphasis on the amazing activity going on in the pumping 
of her clenched hand, "is that after I get four days at you, you won't 
be able to survive without me.  I know I've already had too big a taste 
to do without you."
	
Ria straddled me and sank down long and low and luscious.  Our moans 
rode down in the same elevator.  Once we really got going, Ria was 
slinging herself around in the saddle.  One of her hands went waving 
above her head like it needed to be twirling a lariat.  I was more than 
willing to be her bucking bronco all night long.  I surrendered 
completely, grabbing her ass and grinding her down tight against me, 
lifting my hips and sinking myself as deeply as possible into her 
sweetness.  "Oh yea, ride me wild, baby!  Go _crazy_."
	
We were fornicating like a pair of prairie dogs out in the wilds of the 
west.  As in every great Western, Ria rode me off into the wild sunrise.  
Ah, sunrise, sunset, it got to where I couldn't tell the difference.
                                                                    
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