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ｳ SISTER'S SECRET URGES ｳ
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ｳ A Story of Illicit Love by Day Dreamer ｳ
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Robert Livingston had been a widower for about six months.
He and his wife had been completely devoted to each other,
and not once in their twelve years of marriage had either
been unfaithful. "Compatible" is hardly a strong enough word
to describe their relationship--their interests were almost
identical, and they were truly friends who cared about each
other. They were extraordinary lovers, too. They liked to
do just about everything, with no guilt or embarrassment even
when they sometimes engaged in the kinkier kinds of sex.
Even though they had given Nature many opportunities, they
had had no children. She always wanted them, but it never
seemed to happen.

Robert's six months of widowhood had been a very difficult
period for him. He had managed to continue working, but the
first couple of months were basically a loss. His boss was
sympathetic, though, and allowed him to work his way through
his grief, knowing that when it was over he would return to
being a good worker. Robert did get control of his emotions
and confirmed his boss's faith in him. He was far better, in
fact, than before. He used his work as an outlet for his
emotions and helped sublimate his grief by throwing himself
into his job, working long and hard hours. What he was doing
was obvious to his boss, and after a while he counseled him
about his workaholism and persuaded him to ease up. After
that, Robert leveled out and became more like his old self.

Even though his boss had helped, Robert's older sister Libby
had been the biggest help of all. Libby was only eighteen
months older than Robert, and like him, she was widowed. She
and Robert were the only children of now-deceased parents,
and they had maintained very close family ties.

Libby kept in close contact with Robert in the period
following his wife's death. She made sure he had clean
clothes and ate and slept well. She came and cleaned his
house every week and took care to stock his pantry with easy-
to-fix foods. She checked on him almost daily to assure his
coping was progressing in a satisfactory manner. Through it
all, though, she didn't nag, crowd him too closely, or make
her concern too patronizing. She gave him enough space and
time for healing to take place.

Because of his emotional state, Robert didn't recognize at
first that Libby was giving him the same treatment he and his
wife had given Libby when her husband had died those three
years previously. They had given her just the right balance
of love, concern, and space she had needed, and Libby knew it
was a good formula. It had worked very well for her, and now
she was giving it back to him.

Libby's approach seemed to have worked because Robert had
survived the hard times emotionally intact and appeared ready
to put his life in order. He was ready now to think of the
future, not dwell on the past. Although he wanted to avoid
any situation that might lead to an early remarriage, he was
ready to be around other people, to once again enjoy
friendship and good company.

After a while, Robert reached the point that he recognized
the role Libby had played in his recovery. He realized that
Libby had been more than a nurse or even a loving sister--she
had given him the friendship, strength, and companionship
needed to carry him through those difficult times. He not
only loved Libby as his sister and for what she had done for
him, but he truly LIKED her as a person. She was level-
headed, had a pixie's sense of humor, and he enjoyed her
company more than that of any of his other friends. He
usually spent several evenings a week at her house, watching
TV, listening to music, but mostly just talking and
relearning how to laugh. Often, he would leave late, getting
back to his lonely house only in time to sleep. He had been
living a monk's life as far as sex was concerned, though, and
sometimes his sexual urges would be so great that he would
have to masturbate in order to relax enough to sleep. This
usually was done quickly, without any real satisfaction
derived.

One evening when he was leaving Libby's house to return home,
he remarked about how he was so sleepy it was a shame he
didn't have some clothes there so he could just spend the
night. Libby told him that she had already been thinking
about that, that she thought it was a terrible waste for them
to be living in separate residences, each one just rattling
around in a big house like a pea in a pod. She said she
thought one of them should lease their house and move in with
the other. After all, both houses were large and had three
bedrooms and two baths, so it made good sense to do something
like that. Robert, surprisingly, agreed, and they sat down
right then and there and worked out the details. They
decided that he would lease his house and move in with her.
He insisted on paying half the expenses, and not only that,
pay her half of what profits he might reap from the lease of
his house. She wasn't interested in receiving money out of
the deal, having been left at least financially comfortable
by her husband, but agreed in order to set the wheels in
motion. Robert moved his things over the following week-end
and had his house leased within a week after that.

The consolidation of households turned out to be an excellent
arrangement. They both slept better, knowing someone else
was in the house. Libby cooked for Robert, so not only did
Robert eat better, but so did she, having to cook for more
than just herself. Although he offered to continue using a
commercial laundry, she insisted on doing his laundry and
ironing. It was almost like they were married, but without
the sex part.

Robert still relieved himself by masturbating whenever he got
exceptionally horny. Now that he was getting over his grief
and returning his thoughts to more normal activities, he
found that those occasions came more frequently. Soon he
found himself practicing the solitary art almost nightly.
During his shower was the usual time--that way there was
enough noise that Libby couldn't hear him if he caught his
breath or moaned at climax.

He often wondered how Libby handled the sex thing. Even
though she was very much a lady and had a certain reserve
about her, she'd never been prudish or puritan in her
attitudes, and she was certain to have sexual urges. In all
their conversation about so many matters, though, the subject
of sex had never come up and he didn't know how she stood
with respect to meeting her needs. <Did she masturbate, too?>
Robert wondered. <If so, how and when did she do it? While
she was at home and he was at work?> He had never heard any
suspicious sounds, so he had no inkling. Even though those
questions passed through his mind, he never voiced them to
her or intimated in any way that he wondered about her sex
life.

Robert didn't think much more about Libby's sexual situation
until the day he accidently saw her nude. He had gone into
her bathroom to see if she had some spare deodorant, and
while looking into the cabinet he glanced into the side room
that contained the shower. To Robert's complete surprise,
there stood Libby. She apparently had already finished her
shower when Robert came in, so he hadn't heard her. Libby
had her back turned to him and was completely nude, in the
process of drying off. He was truly amazed about how good a
body she had--slim waist and hips and very nicely rounded,
tight buttocks. Each one had a dimple at its bottom that
utterly fascinated Robert. His wife had been a few pounds
overweight, most of it in her hips and buttocks, and he found
Libby's slenderness a sharp contrast. Even though he knew it
was his sister he was looking at, he couldn't help but react
to the sight. Though he resisted it, his cock rebelled and
grew erect. He had gone so long without any sex except the
self-administered kind, that the sight of Libby's nakedness
aroused him like he hadn't been for a long time.

Robert knew it was wrong for him to keep looking, but he
couldn't make his eyes turn away. When she bent over to dry
her legs, the whole space between her thighs was exposed and
he could see soft fur and the clearly distinguishable
features of her sex. < Well, she's obviously a woman> Robert
thought to himself. <She might not be using it, but all the
equipment is definitely in place.> He was mesmerized, and
could hardly breathe because of the surge of arousal that
seeing her had caused. Then, without warning, Libby turned
around and saw him standing there, staring at her fully
exposed body. He was totally embarrassed at having been
caught out, and stammered, "Gee, Lib, I'm sorry. I didn't
know you were in here--I was just looking for some
deodorant."

Libby was slow in reacting, and Robert had ample opportunity
to get a complete view of her frontal nudity before she
attempted to cover herself with the towel. In those brief
seconds, Robert was able to see the lush triangle of fur at
the juncture of her thighs and see that she had very nice
breasts--full, but still firm and well-nippled. She didn't
appear to be upset or embarrassed at Robert's voyeurism.
Indeed, if anything, she seemed merely amused. Laughing, she
said, "Robbie, you're red as a beet. You're a real nut case,
do you know it? C'mon, get out of her and let me finish my
bath."

That night, Robert felt more sexually alive than he had since
before his wife's death. In the shower, rather than his mas-
turbation being done quickly like taking a dose of medicine,
he lingered over it, savoring the good sensations, fondling
his cock rather than quickly jerking himself to climax.
Though he felt guilty about it, the picture of Libby standing
there wet and fully nude filled his mind's eye as he brought
himself to the most enjoyable orgasm he had experienced in a
long, long time.

The following Friday was Libby's birthday and Robert had
invited her to dinner to celebrate. They made it a festive
occasion, dressing for an evening on the town and going to
one of the best restaurants. The food was excellent and the
drinks they had before eating had relaxed them. As they were
leaving, Robert noticed that the restaurant had a club with a
live band playing good dance music. "It's still early, Lib.
Want to go in and have an after-dinner drink and listen to
the band?" Robert asked.

"Sure, why not. Let's you and me live it up, little brother.
After all, it's not every day I turn a legitimate thirty-
nine."

They found a table and ordered drinks. When the drinks came,
they sat and sipped and listened to the band. They were
playing nice slow ballads, and Libby moved her head slightly,
keeping time to the music. Robert hadn't danced in a long
time, but he had a sudden urge to do so. "That music's too
good not to dance to. C'mon, Lib, you game enough to see if
you can keep your toes out of the way?"

For just a few moments, Libby's face was serious, as if she
were pondering serious matters rather than Robert's simple
question. Then she gave him her pixie grin and said, "Yeah,
I think I'm game enough. Lead on, McDuff."

Robert and Libby danced at a decent brotherly-sisterly
distance from each other, a little stiff at first, but then
loosening as the good feeling of dancing took over. They
danced two dances and then returned to their table and
finished their drinks. Their faces were slightly flushed, as
much from the sheer fun of the evening as exertion. Neither
was ready to quit, so they ordered another round of drinks.
After the two drinks and continuation of good music, their
bodies overcame familial restraints and soon they were
dancing cheek to cheek, her head on his shoulder and the
previous gap between their bodies now nonexistent.

Even though Robert used every bit of will power he could
muster, he couldn't prevent his cock from reacting to Libby's
body being pressed so closely against his. Soon his erection
was full, reaching down his leg like a hard rod. Libby
pressed herself against it and whispered into his ear, "Feels
like you're really missing Ann."

All Robert could do was sort of mumble, "Yeah, looks that
way, doesn't it?."

"You mean 'feels that way,' don't you? That's okay. I
understand, and it doesn't bother me. I know what it's like
to miss someone too, you know." With that she gave Robert a
gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered, "You know, I was
almost afraid to dance with you at first. After seeing your
reaction to me fresh out of the shower, I was afraid that
dancing might cause you to get in this condition. Now I'm
glad it happened. I wasn't sure I would, but now I have to
admit I kind of like it--it brings back old memories." To
emphasize her words, Libby pressed herself up against
Robbie's groin, squirming her hips side to side and giving
his hard shaft a massage. She gave him a little shy smile
and said, "Oh, Robbie, don't be embarrassed. After all, we
are brother and sister. If we can't be frank with each
other, then who do we have?"

Libby and Robert stayed at the club and danced until close to
midnight. They danced about half the dances and Libby never
backed away from him on any of them. In fact, almost as if
to prove what she had said, she continued to mold her body to
his, pressing her crotch against his hard-on all evening,
sending pleasure waves whenever she squirmed herself against
his throbbing cock. Robert figured that she must have really
meant it when she said she "kind of liked it."

When they got home they both were still slightly wired,
mellowed out, but still wide-awake. He got a bottle of
chilled wine from the refrigerator and they sat in the living
room, sipping wine and enjoying the after-glow of their
evening. Robert still felt aroused and Libby's face was
still slightly flushed. Even though they both could feel
that the atmosphere was still charged with the sparks of
sexuality their evening together had generated, neither
seemed willing to talk about it. Finally, Libby broke the
ice by saying, "It was good dancing again. Like I said, it
brought back old memories."

Following through, Robert said, "You and Zack had a good
marriage, didn't you?"

"Yeah, the best. As good as you and Ann."

"It's been three years now. Do you still miss him?"

"Well it's getting better, but the missing never goes away.
Having you here in the house helps a whole lot, though--gives
me more purpose in life." Then with a wry laugh, she said,
"Of course, dancing with you this evening made me realize I
miss some things more than others."

"You miss the sex, too, then?" Robert asked.

Libby then completely surprised Robert by telling him about
how good her sex life with Zack had been. She didn't show
any embarrassment about talking about the subject, almost as
if she had been waiting for someone who would be a good
listener. She revealed that they weren't above doing kinky
things themselves. She admitted to going down on him and
liking it. She said they even had anal intercourse every now
and then to give zest to their sex life when it seemed to be
getting dull. Finally, having gotten her story off her
chest, she said, "Oh, God, I guess I really DO miss Zack."

She looked at Robert expectantly and he knew she was waiting
for him to tell her about Ann and himself. Robert took his
time, telling her that his marriage had been almost the
mirror of hers, that the sex he and Ann had was very, very
good and that he was missing the sex part, too.

Almost as if the telling of their stories were a signal,
Libby stretched and said the wine and the late hour were
getting to her and that she was going to bed. She kissed
Robert on the cheek, leaving him in the living room. He sat
there alone for a few minutes, contemplating the evening's
turn of events, and then went his room and to bed. It was
too late and he wasn't in the mood for his usual before-bed
shower.

Robert lay in bed wide awake. Libby's uninhibited story had
excited him and he was aroused even more than before. Unbid-
den, the scene of Libby standing nude before him sneaked into
his mind and he couldn't drive it out. He realized that he
and Libby were essentially in the same boat. She had so much
as admitted that she felt real sex needs and urges just as he
did. The way she had pressed against his erection that very
evening, obviously enjoying the contact of her pussy with his
cock, would have made a lie of any other story. <God> he
thought <Who am I to talk. I enjoyed it as much if not more
than she did.>

Wryly, Robert thought about the irony of the situation. Here
they were, he and Libby, both needing sexual love in the
worst sort of way, sleeping in the same house, but in
separate beds, and kept apart by the taboo against siblings
making love. Maybe it was a good rule--he could think of
situations where it was good to have such a stricture. But
it sure didn't apply very well to him and Libby. They were
both adult, well aware of consequences. If they chose to
make love, who would be hurt? They surely wouldn't. It
would just be an extension of the love they had experienced
all their lives. They would be helping each other, meeting
each other's needs, not harming each other.

Robert's rationalizations were interrupted by a slight sound
and a movement in the doorway. There in the darkness, Robert
could see Libby, standing silently, just inside his room.
"Robbie, are you awake?" Libby whispered.

"Yeah, I'm wide awake. I've been having a hard time going to
sleep."

"So have I," Libby said as she walked forward and stood by
the side of his bed. Even though the room was darkened,
Robert could see that she had on a thin nightgown that clung
to her body, revealing the dark circles of her nipples and
the shadow of her pubic fur. She reached down and pulled
back the covers and slipped into bed beside him. Moving up
against him, she said, "Hold me, Robbie. Please, just hold
me for a little while."

Robert turned on his side and pulled Libby up close, wrapping
his arms around her. Her cheek brushed up against his and he
could feel the wetness of tears. She wrapped her arms around
him and they pressed against each other, bodies in full
contact. They remained that way for minutes, silent, each
grasping the other and holding tightly. Finally, Libby said,
"I'm sorry, Robbie, but I just needed someone to hold me.
Our conversation tonight really got to me. Suddenly I felt
very lonely, very much in need of someone to hold me. I'm
sorry I'm such an old sissy."

"Shhh, Libby," Robert said, kissing her gently on her cheek.
"That's why I couldn't go to sleep. I need someone to hold
as bad as you do. Dancing with you made me realize how much
I miss that part of my life."

Libby didn't speak, but just moved even closer to Robbie,
pressing herself closer against him. After a few moments,
she kissed him on the cheek and murmured, "Thank you, Robbie.
Thank you for being here."

The heat of Libby's body pressing against him, the warm flow
of her breath on his cheek, and the feel of her breasts firm
against his chest all combined to work their magic on Robert.
His cock slowly erected, pressing out the front of his boxer
shorts, and prodding against the softness of Libby's thighs.
In seconds, it was a full-blown hard-on, throbbing against
the flesh of his sister. Her only reaction was to squirm
herself against the hardness, returning his prodding with her
own. In the process of moving, Libby adjusted her body so
that instead of pressing against her thighs, the hard rod
nestled in the indention of her sexual center, filling the
vee between her thighs. Once it was there, she pressed even
harder, pushing her sex against his. Her hands stroked his
back, moving up and down from his shoulders to his buttocks.
Robert had been aroused before, but now he was carried to
even greater heights.

Robert remembered the sight of her firm, dimpled buttocks and
moved his hands down and caressed them through the fabric of
her nightgown. He could feel its hem right at the bottom of
her firm globes, and he slowly pulled the gown up, allowing
his hands to make direct contact on the smooth, warm flesh of
her ass. She murmured "Mmmmm" and squirmed herself harder
against his pulsating manhood, driving it deeper into the
hollow of her sex.

Libby whispered into his ear, "You know this is wrong, don't
you? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to act like this
with each other."

"Yeah, I know. But all we have is each other, isn't it?"
Robert answered.

Libby didn't answer except by her actions--she took hold of
Robbie's shorts and pushed them down to below his hips.
Uncovered, his cock jutted out straight and proud, jerking
and throbbing in time with the rapid beating of his heart.
Libby's front was still covered by the barrier of her gown,
so she worked on it too, pulling it up to her waist and
leaving her belly and pubis bare. Now, flesh met only flesh,
and she pressed hers against his, lodging his hard rod in the
deep cleft of her sex. He pushed forward, the head of his
cock spreading Libby's labial lips and driving into the warm
wet depths of her multiple folds of flesh. She embraced him
tightly and murmured, "Oh, God, Robbie, it's been so long...
such a long, long time."

They remained locked together in that position, just gently
working their hips to and fro, tasting to their fullest the
marvelous sensations so long absent from their lives. Robbie
had both hands on her buttocks, one in each palm, and stroked
and kneaded them gently, pulling her against his cock, moving
the wet heat of her vaginal crease over the full length of
his cock. He moved his hands into the deep valley between
her cheeks and delved downward, insinuating his fingers into
the secret, nethermost parts of her body. There they found
heat and wetness--the whole area between her legs was coated
with her slick feminine secretions. <Oh, yes> Robbie thought
<She's so wet! She's as hot as I am...she's as hungry for me
as I am for her.>

Libby's hands were busy, too, moving up and down his back,
one hand caressing the back of his neck, the other the
clenching and unclenching muscles of his buttocks. She moved
her bottom hand below his ass cheeks and rubbed little
circles, little fluttering strokes across the area between
his anus and scrotum. He jerked involuntarily in reaction
and groaned at the triggering of pleasure evoked from the
touching of one of the most erogenous areas of his body.
"Oh, God! Ummmmnnnn, Oh, Libby, Libby," he muttered as
shivers ran up and down his thighs and across his buttocks.

Robert's heretofore suppressed libido raged white hot as
Libby's touches raised his passion to mountainous heights.
The heat of her labia clasped around his throbbing cock, the
smoothly meshing friction of wet, slick flesh was taking him
to near-orgasm level. He was breathing in near-gasps, almost
panting in pleasure. He knew that if they continued at that
pace, his cock would soon be spewing a geyser of white sperm.

Libby, too, was scaling Alpine slopes of lust. It had been
three years since she had experienced a man's touch, and
Robbie's hard cock sliding in short back-and-forth motions
over her clitoris and nudging down to the opening of her
cavern, was stirring her long-buried passion to a new
renascence, a rejuvenation of the ecstasy that came from the
union of male and female flesh. She knew that soon she would
be caught in the irresistible clutch of orgasm, carried over
the crest and plunged into that shimmering, flashing deep
well of pleasure. "Ohhh, Robbie...I'd forgotten how good
this is," Libby murmured, rotating her hips and twisting her
wet channel around Robbie's cock.

Wanting to make the pleasure last, by sheer force of will
Robbie pulled his hips away from Libby and withdrew his cock
from the vee of Libby's warm flesh. Libby murmured "Mmnnnn?"
indicating her reluctance to break the pleasurable physical
contact. Drawing himself up on his knees, Robbie knelt
beside Libby. He remembered how she had looked nude, fresh
out of the shower, and he wanted to look on her again, to
renew the pleasure that the sight of a nude female body
gives. Even though the room was dark, there was still enough
light from the window to see fairly well.

Putting his hands on her hip and shoulder, Robbie gently
turned Libby so that she was on her back. She lay there
quietly, eyes shining softly in the dim light, awaiting with
expectation whatever Robbie's next action would be. His
touch, the contact of his hard staff of manhood with her
labia and clitoris, and the sheer eroticism of their actions
had aroused her to a fever pitch of sexual heat. She knew
Robbie was excited as she and that they were exploring areas
of sensuality that were new to them both. Whatever lay
ahead, she welcomed it. Desire, so long forgotten, inflamed
her, and she sensed that she and Robbie would carry it to its
culminating act.

Robbie gazed down at Libby. Her gown was pulled up to her
waist and the lush triangle of her pubic fur contrasted
starkly with the creamy white of her skin. Her breasts, not
large, but firm and uprising from her front, were still
covered, but the dark areolas surrounding the nipples showed
dimly through the thin fabric. Robert reached down and
stroked the soft globes, rubbing his thumbs across the
nipple nubbins at their centers. Taking hold of her gown, he
lifted it even higher, up above her breasts so that they were
completely exposed. The sight reached out to him and drew
him as a magnet, and the lowered his mouth and licked and
suckled on the nipples that rose erect and hard. Libby
arched her back and uttered soft little mewling sounds of
pleasure.

One of Robbie's hands began an exploration of Libby's soft
belly, smooth and softly rounded. He found her navel and
drew circles around it with his fingers, just lightly touch-
ing with gentle, butterfly-like motions. His hand moved
downward, down the slope to Libby's Mount of Venus. At first
he encountered just soft, barely distinguishable fuzziness.
Then his fingers were into her fur, soft strands of hair that
covered her vaginal area. Exploring further, his fingers
touched the top of her feminine cleft, the beginning of her
labial lips. Extending his fingers, he delved downward,
tracing the line of warm, moist flesh where his cock had just
nestled. There he found the firm swelling of her clitoris,
her ultra-sensitive lovebud. Libby uttered incomprehensible
sounds, almost gurgles, as he lightly stroked the hard little
nubbin, pulling its protective sheath back and touching it so
that almost unbearable sensations of pleasure flowed over
her. She jerked her hips upward and clamped her thighs
together, locking Robbie's hand so that it couldn't move.
"Oh, God, Robbie! Your touching that spot is too much to
bear," Libby said in a strained voice.

Leaving her over-sensitive clitoris, Robbie delved his
fingers deeper and found her vaginal opening, wet and slick
with her woman's sexual secretions. Stiffening a finger, he
plunged it into the cavern, probing until it was completely
swallowed in Libby's tight sheath. She rocked her hips up,
pressing them against the intruder, seeking to have the
channel filled even more. He put another finger in alongside
the other, and her hole was crammed full, clinging tightly to
the deeply buried digits. "Oh, Robbie, I had forgotten what
it feels like. Ummm, oh, soooo nice."

The room had filled with the odor of their sexual arousal,
the scent of male and female stimulated to high levels of
passion. Robbie detected the muskiness emanating from
between Libby's legs and knew that its taste matched its
scent. He could remember how much he loved to taste Ann's
pussy and how the taste of her secretions acted as a
stimulant that built his arousal upward and upward. Longing
for a renewal of that taste overcame him and he withdrew his
fingers from her vagina and replaced them with his mouth.
With lips spread to their widest, he licked and feasted on
Libby's wet flesh, slurping and lapping with abandon,
uncaring as to the obscenity of the sounds.

Libby arched her hips and almost snarled, "Oh, God! Oh, yes,
yes!" Her buttocks were completely off the bed, thrusting
upward, heaving her wet sex against Robbie's lips and tongue
as they went about devouring all the area between Libby's
thighs. Robbie was carried away with the sensations: the
musky taste of her female lubricant, the heady aroma of her
desire-engorged vulva, and the tactile feel of his lips and
tongue against her hot, liquid flesh.

Robbie's cock was throbbing, reacting to the bombardment to
his senses and the way she was responding to his love play.
Libby's hand, which had been grasping and clutching at the
covers, found the rigid rod and encircled it. Slowly she
worked her fingers over its full length and then up its
rounded, pulsating head. It was covered in pre-come, its eye
drooling slick man juice with each jerk and throb. Libby's
fingers lightly stroked the sensitive glans, and Robbie
jerked his hips back and forth, moaning, "Oooooh, God, that's
so good. I'm getting so close...so close."

"Robbie, it's time," Libby whispered. "I need you in me. I
need to feel you inside me. I want you deep inside me when
you come. Do me, Robbie. Do it to me now."

Robbie needed no coaxing. He was aching with desire, to
plunge his sword into Libby's sheath, to feel once again the
wet heat of female flesh around his cock. He took his mouth
away from Libby's vagina and once again knelt beside her.
His face was wet with her juices and its aroma filled his
nostrils. He looked down at Libby and was filled with such a
combination of tenderness and lust that his breath caught in
his throat. He looked into her eyes and said, "Libby, you're
so beautiful."

Libby responded, "Humph," and pulled on his arms, tugging him
to her body. He fell on top of her, his cock lodged in her
wet labial channel and her breasts pressed firmly against his
chest. She groped one hand down and took hold of his shaft
and stroked it up and down the wet, slick crevasse.
Finally, she moved it down to the bottom of her labia and
lodged its head into the opening of her cavern. It was so
warm and wet that Robbie had to have even more. He pushed
his hips forward and Libby reciprocated, their thrusts in
perfect synchronization. Extending his thrust, Robbie pushed
his rod inch-by-slow-inch into Libby's waiting receptacle.
At the end of the thrust, his rod was completely engulfed in
Libby's hot flesh, buried deep inside her belly.

Robbie watched Libby's reaction as he drove his cock into her
pussy, waiting to see if her pleasure matched his. Libby's
eyes widened as penetration deepened. When he was finally
all the way in, Libby whispered, "Robbie, you're so BIG!"

"Does it hurt?" Robert asked, concerned.

"Noooooo!" Libby moaned. "Oh, God, no, it doesn't hurt.
It's just that you're so much bigger than Zack was. I feel
so full. I've never been this filled before, and it feels
good. So gooooooood."

Robert was also experiencing pleasure like he had never had
before. The incredible feel of Libby's tight flesh grasping
and clutching at his rod was almost unbearable pleasure, but
finding that he was giving Libby pleasure like she had never
had before increased his pleasure many times over. He leaned
forward, rubbing his chest lightly across the hard pebbles of
Libby's nipples and she mewled in reaction. She looked up
into his eyes and maintaining eye contact until their lips
met, she silently put a hand behind his neck and drew his
mouth to hers.

It was their first kiss as lovers. Before then, their kisses
had been merely chaste expressions of brother-sister
affection. This kiss, though, was open-mouthed, deep and
sensual as only lovers kiss. Libby's tongue reached out and
extended under his lip and around the inside of his mouth.
As Robbie extended his tongue in response, she engaged it
with hers, swirling around and around it. She clutched the
back of his neck and worked his head back and forth, moving
his mouth over and around hers. Their kiss made liquid
sounds as each of their tongues and lips sought to devour the
other's.

Libby's hips began to move, a rhythmic motion that caused her
vagina to move up and down on Robbie's cock. He groaned
at the inexpressible pleasure of having his hard flesh
embedded and sliding in and out of Libby's slick, warm
vaginal embrace. Libby's legs spread out even further,
seeking to allow room for even deeper penetration of Robbie's
hot shaft. She brought her knees up and then extended her
legs and wrapped them around Robbie's waist. Libby's pelvic
motions continued, increasing in intensity as her pleasure
mounted to ever higher levels.

Robbie put his hands on Libby's ass cheeks, gripping them and
using their leverage to match her counterstrokes to his as he
pounded his rigid cock in and out of her flesh. Used to
Ann's broader and fuller hips, Libby's ass felt strange but
very satisfying to have in his hands. The way her tight
muscles clenched and unclenched as Robbie stroked her with
long, full strokes spurred him to even deeper and longer
plunges in and out of Libby's grasping, slickened cavern.

Each of them was caught up in their own private paradise of
pleasure, savoring the renewed sensation of hard, driving
lustful sexual love. <My God> Robbie thought, gasping and
panting, <I'm fucking Libby. It ought to be wrong, but how
can anything this good be bad.>

Libby, too, was aware of what was happening. <Zack, forgive
me. . .I need this so bad. Oh, thank goodness for Robbie. I
could never have done this with anyone else.>

That they were brother and sister was now irrelevant. They
were merely male and female, man and woman with urges that
needed desperately to be satisfied. Their long-suppressed
fires of sexuality had been fanned to where they were a
roaring conflagration and that they were of the same family
was now of no significance. All that mattered was that they
loved each other enough to give what the other needed.

Robbie felt as though a balloon were swelling inside him,
growing larger with each second, nearing the bursting point.
Each slide in an out of Libby's wet, warm flesh sent waves of
pleasure washing over him. He could feel the walls of her
vagina clinging and clutching at his cock as it plunged in
and out, and each stroke brought him closer and closer to
that no-returning point. He was building up to an orgasm
like none he had ever before achieved. He and Ann had had
great times together, but only on rare occasions had he felt
an intensity of pleasure even close to what was now
overwhelming his senses. He moaned softly with each stroke,
unable to contain his pleasure within himself.

Libby's pleasure matched Robbie's, and she was filling the
room with the sounds of love. Each time Robbie thrust
himself into her, burying himself completely inside her, his
pubis pressing hard against her clitoris, Libby uttered "Oh!"
Soon her sounds were almost continuous, a steady stream of
"Oh, oh, oh...." She arched her back completely off the bed,
pushing her hips up ever higher to meet Robbie's downward
plunges. Even though Robbie had hold of her buttocks and was
pulling her toward each of his strokes, Libby placed her
hands under her back and pushed with each stroke, driving
herself harder and harder into each of Robbie's deep
penetrations. She had her head flung back on the pillow,
twisting it from side to side, her eyes tightly closed. "Oh,
God, Robbie! Oh! Ooooohhhhhhh!" she shouted, the words
almost incomprehensible as they came from deep inside her.

Robbie felt Libby's buttocks begin to quiver and jerk as her
whole pelvis went into spasms. The hard muscles of her ass
which had been clenching and unclenching in timing with each
of his strokes suddenly clenched hard, twin knots of hard
flesh drawn tightly together. Libby's hot love channel
clamped down on Robbie's shaft, grasping it in a fluttery,
jerking grip. "Oh, God! Robbie! Robbie!" Libby wailed, her
whole body jerking against Robbie's.

Robbie's peak arrived at almost the same instant as Libby's.
He managed to pull his cock from Libby's clasping grasp and
plunge one final time into Libby's flesh. He could feel his
scrotum draw up as his love offering shot up through his cock
and erupted into Libby's waiting receptacle. His hot thick
sperm filled her cavity and flowed around his cock, adding
even greater pleasure to the ecstasy. The hot lubrication
allowed him to continue to plunge in and out, each stroke
yielding another spurt of the evidence of his passion.

Robbie's vision turned shimmery as ecstasy took control of
his body. His body was wracked by spasms, and his stomach
muscles drew up tight. Gradually the spasms slowed to where
his cock just jerked and throbbed in the gradual decrease of
orgasmic movement. Then, he was limp, his body drained of
all except the exquisite slide down from the plateau of
pleasure. He relaxed and fell against Libby, crushing her to
the bed. His mouth found hers and they kissed, slowly, and
languidly, their kiss matching the orgasmic after-glow that
saturated their bodies. "Oh, God, Libby," Robbie managed to
whisper, moving his lips against hers.

Libby's body which had thrashed about so much only moments
before now lay still under Robbie, only an occasional flutter
of her vagina breaking their immobility. After a few more
moments, even that motion ceased and they merely lay clasped
in each others arms, breathing deeply, recovering their
breaths. Robbie rolled off Libby and lay on his side next to
her. She turned toward him and put her hand out and caressed
his cheek. Neither said anything, reluctant to break the
spell under which they had seemed to be. Then, Libby
whispered, "My God, Robbie, what happened to us?"

"I don't know. All I know is that nothing like that has ever
happened to me before. Nothing has ever been that good."

"Me, too," Libby answered. "I thought I had had orgasms
before, but they were nothing compared to what we just had.
I know it's been three years since it's happened to me, but
sex was never that good before."

"That's your first orgasm since Zack died? You mean you've
never relieved yourself during all this time?"

Libby shook her head from side to side and said, "I thought I
had buried sex with Zack." Smiling shyly, she continued, "I
guess we just proved how wrong I was. Thank you, Robbie."
She curled her hand behind Robbie's head and pulled it toward
her own. Their lips met and the kiss was soft and tender,
reflecting both their feelings.

Libby's hand roamed across Robbie's chest, caressing it in
the same way her lips were caressing his. She moved her
touch down to the hard ridges of his midriff, rubbing in
little circles of tenderness. Gradually, her strokes worked
lower, down into the soft damp curls of Robbie's pubic hair.
She ran her fingers through the tresses, teasing and swirling
them around her finger. Two fingertips explored lower and
encountered the base of his shaft, still somewhat firm and
engorged from their encounter. She curled her fingers around
his flesh and twisted them gently around and around the
circumference of his manhood, the movements just barely
perceptible. Slowly and tantalizingly, the hand moved upward
until she took the whole of Robbie's still half-hard cock
into her palm. It began to react to the touch and swelled,
filling her hand even more than it was. Soon, his cock was
fully erect and standing out from his body, proud evidence of
his response to Libby's tender caresses. As she squeezed and
fondled it, she took her lips away from his and said, "I just
can't get over how big you are. I guess I'm going to have to
stop calling you my 'little brother.'"

Robbie smiled and drew Libby's mouth back to his. This time
their kiss was not so tender--it was more demanding, more an
indication of arousal being rekindled. Libby's tongue snaked
into Robbie's mouth and caressed his lips. Below, her
fondling of his manhood became less of idle fondling and more
of stroking. She took her mouth away from his and whispered
into Robbie's ear, "Would you think I'm a slut if I said I
was ready to do it again?"

"No, I would just think you're as horny as I am."

"You're REALLY horny again?"

"You've got proof of it right there in your hand."

"Then CAN we do it again? Right now?"

Robbie smiled and said, "I think I'm ready, don't you?"

Instead of answering, Libby sat up in bed and pulled her
nightgown over her head, tossing it on the floor. Then she
got up on her hands and knees and scooted down to Robbie's
feet. There she reached up and pulled his shorts which were
still around his knees completely off and cast them on top of
her gown. Wrapping her hand around his cock once again, she
said, "I'll make sure you're good and ready."

Slowly Libby dropped her head down to where her mouth was
poised just over the round knob of Robbie's cock. She stuck
out her tongue and barely touched it on the slit, dipping her
tongue into the beginning of a new flow of pre-come that had
just appeared. She drew her tongue back into her mouth,
appraising the fruit of her explorations. Satisfied, she
extended her tongue all the way out and licked across the
whole head, lapping all the flow that was now oozing out of
Robbie's cock. She licked the head completely clean and then
moved down to Robbie's shaft, moving the broad side of her
tongue up and down the sides of his now rock-hard and rigid
cock. Then, opening her mouth wide, she engulfed Robbie's
cock in her mouth, first just sucking on the knob but then
moving down so that half his shaft was inside her oral
cavity.

Robbie lay back and enjoyed Libby's ministrations. It had
been a long time since he had experienced oral sex, and he
savored the work Libby's mouth and tongue were doing on his
cock. He especially enjoyed oral sex, but didn't get too
many blow jobs. Ann enjoyed his eating her, but didn't get
too big a thrill out of going down on him. He knew that she
did it only to please him, not because she enjoyed it, so he
usually avoided situations where she might feel obligated to
eat him. Libby, though, had admitted that she enjoyed eating
Zack and the way she was going about eating Robbie showed she
had been truthful. She bobbed her head up and down, using
her mouth as a substitute pussy. As she moved her head, she
used her hand to stroke up and down on the part of his cock
that was still exposed. Even though he had just had the most
intense orgasm of his life, he could feel the pleasure waves
building up, climbing higher, carrying him to a new peak.
His hips moved up and down involuntarily, matching Libby's
oral actions and the way she was stroking up and down on his
cock. Sensing the level Robbie was reaching, Libby lifted
her head, slowly letting his cock come out of her mouth. It
throbbed and jerked in Libby's hand, and new pre-come oozed
out and pooled up on the head.

Sitting up again, Libby smiled and said, "There, I think
you're about ready now."

"Ready? Good Lord, thirty seconds more of that and I
would've been coming in your mouth."

"Hmmmnn, not a bad idea, but I have other plans for this
monster," Libby said, straddling Robbie so that her wide-open
gash was just over the wet, glistening head of his cock.
Reaching downward, Libby used one hand to spread the lips of
her pussy even wider and the other to guide Robbie's cock
into her opening. "I need Mr. Monster right here," she said,
as she slowly lowered those wet lips down to meet his cock.

Robbie felt his cock being slowly absorbed into Libby's body,
moving in inch by inch as she lowered her hips and her pussy
swallowed it up. <Oh, God, but she has a tight pussy> Robbie
thought as she impaled herself on his cock. <Ann's pussy was
good, but it never fit this tight. Libby's pussy fits my
cock like we were made for each other.>

Libby corkscrewed her hips around and around, lowering
herself on Robbie's rigid shaft. <Oh, it's so good and big>
Libby said to herself. <It's completely filling me. I'm
stretched to the widest possible. He's touching me in places
Zack never reached. Oh, God, it's so GOOD!>

Before Libby even reached bottom, Robbie's hips were
thrusting upward, trying to speed his cock's journey into
Libby's deepest depths. Her downward movement and his
thrusts soon accomplished their purpose and they were
completely joined, their pubic hair intermingled. Robbie
could see her now-uncovered breasts, quivering slightly as
she breathed deeply in reaction to bottoming out on his cock,
and he reached up and took them in his hands. "Oh, yes,"
Libby muttered, pushing her creamy globes into his hands. "My
breasts are so sensitive. I love it when you play with
them."

Libby showed her appreciation by raising her hips upward,
sliding her pussy upward over Robbie's cock. She lifted up
until just the head was inside her and then dropped her full
weight on him, driving his cock deep into her belly with one
swooping motion. "Oh, that's fantastic," Robbie said,
thrusting his hips upward to meet her descending stroke.
Soon their motions were in perfect harmony, a symphony
orchestrated by Eros, and each stroke was met by counter-
stroke, each sigh echoed by a sigh from the other.

Libby covered Robbie's hands with her own, pressing them even
harder against her breasts. She had her eyes closed tightly,
her attention solely on the pleasure that emanated from the
point where their flesh was coupled. Her motions became even
faster, her hips moving up and downward as fast as she could
move them. Her moans became louder, filling the room with
the sounds of lust. They were making liquid, squishing
noises as their organs coupled and uncoupled, as they drove
in and out of each other's bodies. Robbie could feel little
spasms begin in her pussy, her flesh shivering in
anticipation of the climax that was swooping in to claim them
victim. Suddenly Libby shouted, "Oh, God, I'm COMING! Oh,
oh OH!"

Libby flung their hands away from her breasts and leaned down
on Robbie, her mouth hungrily seeking union with his. Their
mouths met and more liquid sounds filled the air. Her tongue
was a wild thing, thrusting into his mouth, licking around
it. She drew his lower lip into her mouth and sucked on
it and laved it with her tongue. Her pussy was pulsating,
clasping and unclasping around Robbie's cock. Her hips moved
up and downward, little short strokes now, limited by the
clenching of her vaginal muscles. She gasped and moaned into
Robbie's mouth, completely caught up in ecstasy.

Robbie moved his hands down and took hold of Libby's hips.
He lifted her up and then down on his cock. Just that one
stroke more was all it took. Like white-hot lava, Robbie's
sperm shot upward, bursting out of his cock in spurt after
spurt. Still filled from Robbie's first love deposit,
Libby's pussy soon overflowed. With each stroke, come was
forced out of her pussy and down onto his cock, flowing
downward and bathing his balls and all his groin in a flood
of their combined love juices. As each spurt shot out, more
flowed down and covered their bodies with its slick, warm
coating. Soon both Robbie and Libby were awash and what had
been merely liquid sounds before became a chorus of drenching
flesh meeting other drenching flesh. The aroma of their
liquid flows rose and filled the air. All that could be
smelled was sex, sex, and more sex.

Soon, Libby relaxed and she lay fully on Robbie, covering him
with her limp body. Their mouths were still joined in their
kiss, but it was just soft and tender, passion now spent, and
mere love taking over. Robbie's now flaccid cock fell free
from Libby's pussy, falling limply between them. Libby
stirred, and with a soft moan, rolled off Robbie and lay
beside him. Libby whispered, almost inaudibly, "God,
Robbie."

Robbie answered back and said, "Yeah, me too."

Libby said, "I've never been this wet before." She felt down
to Robbie's groin, feeling the accumulation of their flows
that were pooled there, and said, "You're even worse than me.
I'll get a wash cloth and clean you up."

Libby returned with a wet cloth and gently and lovingly
cleansed and dried the love juices that covered him. She
felt down to the sheet under where they had been and said,
"I've heard of wet spots before, but this has to set a
record. It's a lake here." She spread the towel she had
brought with her over the wet spot and then got back into bed
with Robbie. She crept over close to Robbie and nestled her
body spoon-like against his. "Do you know it's two a.m.?
I've never felt so relaxed and sleepy in my life. Goodnight,
Big Brother." Within seconds, Libby was sound asleep.
Robbie was asleep only moments later.

* * * *

When Robbie woke the next morning it was 9:00 o'clock and
Libby was already up. Even though he and Libby had made love
the night before, he still felt a need for modesty and picked
up his shorts from the floor and put them on. He could smell
coffee and bacon frying, and he knew Libby was fixing
breakfast for them. Following his nose, he entered the
kitchen. There stood Libby, clad in a dressing robe, hair
still damp from a shower. When she heard him she turned and
said, "Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty. It's a good
thing you got up. I was just about to come in and roust you
out for breakfast. Here, sit down. I'm ready to put it on
the table."

Libby and Robbie sat and ate breakfast in silence. He eyed
her warily from time to time, uncertain as to how she might
feel about the previous night. When they had finished, she
said, "Go take your shower. After that, you and I need to do
some talking."

Robbie didn't know what to think. Libby hadn't revealed any
indication of what her feelings were. All sorts of thoughts
ran through his mind. <Was she feeling guilt? Remorse?
Would she kick him out of the house? Surely not. She had
been as active a participant as he. After all, she was the
one who came and got into his bed.> Still at a loss, Robbie
took a quick shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around
his waist, Robbie stepped out into his room. To his
surprise, Libby was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting
for him. As he stepped through the bathroom doorway, Libby
patted the bed beside her and said, "Sit down, Robbie. We
need to talk about last night. You agree?"

Robbie merely nodded his head and sat down. As he did, Libby
stood up, facing him. She had a serious expression on her
face and Robbie knew they were about to have serious conver-
sation. "Robbie, I've been doing a lot of thinking about
last night. Last night I had the best sex, the best loving
I've had in my entire life. I thought the sex Zack and I had
was good, but being with you was much, much better."

"It's the best I ever had,too," Robbie whispered.

"We're pretty good together, aren't we?" Libby said. "What do
you think of continuing the arrangement?"

"You mean sleep together every night? Fuck ourselves silly
whenever we want to?"

Libby smiled and said, "Well, I might not put it that
crudely, but yes, that's what I mean. We would have to keep
up outside appearances, not give ourselves away and you would
have to keep your clothes in your room in case some snoop
happened to take a look."

The front of the towel that Robbie had around his waist was
taking on an odd characteristic--it was poking out in front
like it had a tent pole underneath it. Libby's talk about
making love with each other had aroused Robbie, and his cock
was once again hard, bulging outward under the towel. Robbie
looked down at the tenting towel and said, "Is that a good
enough answer?"

"Remember, I've got three years to catch up on. Think you're
game?"

Robbie gave her his best imitation of her pixie grin and
said, "Lead on, McDuff."

Libby reached down and flipped Robbie's towel up, exposing
his hard cock. Never taking her eyes off Robbie's erection,
she undid the sash around her waist and shrugged off her
robe. Underneath she was stark naked, not even a piece of
underwear. She fell on her knees before Robbie and said,
"I seem to remember your saying something about filling my
mouth with come." As she lowered her mouth to Robbie's cock,
Libby smiled and said, "Let's just find out if you meant it."

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