Sisterly Tease - Incest/Taboo -
Husband encourages wife's brother into threesome.
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Preamble:
A young married couple found themselves in an unexpected situation where they shared a cottage in a remote secluded beach, with the wife's younger brother.
With the encouragement of the husband, the sister and brother, who had been close during their growing-up years, tapped into a seam of passion that they didn't know existed. One thing led to another until it exploded into an unholy trinity.
This story revolves around a small cosy cast universe of three characters. Firstly, Lee, the husband, aged 25. His wife, Dee, aged 24. And Jude, her brother, aged 20. More intimate details unravel as their characters develop, and weave themselves into the narrative fabric.
Chapter 1: Bedroom Fantasy Banter
Chapter 2: A Beach Cottage Holiday
Chapter 3: The Swimsuit
Chapter 4: The Tease
Chapter 5: She Decides
Chapter 6: Boys Chat
Chapter 7: Seduction
Chapter 8: A Long Night's Journey Into Day
Chapter 9: Threesome
Chapter 10: Reflection
Chapter 1
Bedroom Fantasy Banter
Dee comes from a religious family. Lee has been a bad influence because once they begin to get serious, she has been happy to spread her sexual wings a bit.
Lee discovered his wife enjoys sexy and sometimes kinky stories as part of their foreplay. Lee has a vivid imagination. Lee teases out a topic or theme from Dee. Lee weaves a story about it with inventive spontaneity. The subject matter covers all sorts, from tame accidental exposure to incest. And then the fantasy animates into reality as Lee roleplays the script that he has artfully concocted, devilishly drawing Dee into the sensual fray.
Lee finds the whole idea of family sex deliciously exciting, among other kinky exploration. Many of his stories involve Dee and various members of her and his family. The fact that Dee comes from a religiously conservative background only means that there is that much more enthralling terrain to uncover.
Bedroom banter...
Lee (exploringly): We never discussed this before. What was your relationship like with your brother, Jude, growing up?
Dee (suspiciously): Hmmm... why the sudden interest in my siblinghood?
Lee (innocently): Nothing, nothing...
Dee: Hmmm... I can see where this is going.
Lee: Good! So, help us get there.
Dee: You know my parents are religious and conservative. So, Jude and I were close in our being bound by our values which we both held dear. Well, we didn't know anything else then, being kids. I don't ever recall Jude having a girlfriend at any level.
Lee: Did that closeness lead to intimacy?
Dee: Not at first. In the starchy dowdy environment that we were raised, we just didn't think about these things.
Lee: Then?
Dee: Know that there is a four year age gap between Jude and I. Four years may not mean alot in adulthood, but when you are in your teens, that gap is a big deal. So, if you are alluding to sibling sexual tension, it's possibilities were limited by this age gap. That said, there was an incident that is etched in my memory.
Lee: Go on...
Dee: I was 22 then. Jude, 18. We went camping at Edward Cove with mum and dad. Dad brought two tents. This is the irony. Because my parents hold ironclad faith in our upbringing, they thought nothing about my sharing a tent with my brother. I suspect my parents were never young before. They just morphed from children to adults, blissfully unaware of emerging sexual awareness. The two tents were out of sight from one another, in different sand dune troughs because each trough was wide enough for only one tent. The tent interior had a sort of roller fabric divider partition inside.
Lee: Hmmm... we are getting warm here.
Dee: Our first night. Jude and I were changing for sleep. I was on my side of the divider. Lantern on my side. The light cast a silhouette of me onto the divider. All was quiet on my brother's side. I gazed in his direction. He was at one corner of the tent, still, as if spellbound, eyes apparently riveted on the divider.
Lee: What next?
Dee: I don't know what came over me. An invisible force, seemingly from the darker side of Hell, appropriated my being. I stuck out my budding chest. I arched my back dramatically as I undressed. I was naked. The divider had the effect of emboldening me. I could be seen, and yet not quite. At least not certain contour details of my breasts. A tingle raced through me.
Lee: Hmmm... What next?
Dee: I bent over my backpack. My breasts swayed as I searched for my nightgown. I eventually found it. Still naked, I spent some time repacking my backpack, bending impossibly low, straightening up, kneeling, crouching, and then repeating the calisthenics routine, as I set the contents on the groundsheet, then repacking them. I stuck out my chest. Arched my back dramatically. Tenderly rubbed lotion on my breasts, finger-massaged the lotion into my straining stand-out nipples, ruffled then smoothened my bushy mound, as if this is a nightly bodycare routine. Finally, I slipped my nightgown over my head. It must be apparent to my brother that I am braless and pantyless. I heard male laboured breathing, and light rustling noises. I tested my brother, "You're awfully quiet over there?". Jude emitted a nervous half-laugh, but said nothing. I think the lad didn't know how to respond. My brother had already changed. He took down the divider. The spell ended as my silhouette was rolled away.
Lee: And then?
Dee: It was time for bed. A look of disappointment washed over my brother's face. It was apparent that my mum did my nightgown shopping. Functional. Frumpy. It left everything and more to my brother's imagination. After the delicious silhouette show, a reality hard landing. I felt sorry for the lad, and a stab of guilt that I had led him on to nothing.
Lee: What happened next?
Dee: You are supposed to be the storyteller, not me. Over to you.
Lee: Can you give me a hint lead on what happened next, for me to pick up from there?
Dee (adamant): No. Because there is nothing more to tell.
Lee: OK, this was what happened next.
Lee dims the bedroom lights to a nominal glow, like inside a tent. Dee is in a short nightie, braless and pantyless, as is her nocturnal custom. Lee positions Dee on her side, in an extended sleeping fetal position. Dee's crotch is obscured by her nightie hemline, but only just so. Tantalising. A hint ridge form of engorged labia pressing assertively into the sheer fabric. Dee feigns deep slumber.
Lee is naked. He spoons against Dee. He dry humps Dee.
The video in Dee's mind rewinds back to that camping trip first night. She remembers that she was tormented. Rising sexual awareness emerging from an austere conservative baseline. The first time. The warm and fuzzy frisson of the moment. The taboo. The anxiety of being caught out by her parents a dune away. All bearing down on her in concert. She decided. Her brother must not enter. Not tonight. But, she will meet him part way.
Dee gets turned on controlling and calibrating the taut tension of her junction as Lee saws her. Unlike the vagina, the tautness is easy and intuitive to control by rhythmic clenching and loosening of her upper thighs. It gives her a sense of great power, without being an oppressive mean dominatrix which is not in her character.
He stabs.
She clenches.
He pounds.
She loosens some.
He stabs.
She clenches.
He pounds.
She loosens some.
He stabs.
She clenches.
He pounds.
She loosens some.
Lee does not get to go in. But, for some inexplicable reason, he is more aroused than usual. He is brother and husband tonight in his mind, and his shaft is at one with his mind. He is brother first, husband second. And Dee, sister and wife. Alot going on.
Dee groans and whimpers softly. Her neck and chest become flushed. They get redder and redder. She is highly aroused. Her whole body shudders and shivers. She lifts her hips, bucks.
Lee and Dee shudder in harmony and in unison. One word. Intense.
The aftermath. Dee lies serenely alongside Lee, drapes her upper right thigh over Lee's flaccid penis.
Lee: My most intense ever. And amazingly, I didn't even make entry.
Dee: Same, same...
Lee (skeptically): Are you sure nothing happened between Jude and you?
Dee (sagely): Nothing. It is our minds who fuck. Our bodies just hum along.
Lee (smirking): Hmmm... Interesting bit of mind-body dualism? You got that from Descartes in Philosophy 101?
Dee (archly): No. From you. Just now. At the stroke of 1:01 am.
Chapter 2
A Beach Cottage Holiday
It is going to be a glorious week of countryside, sun, beach and surf in the cosy seclusion of a cottage, perched lonesomely on a hillock. Edward Cove. If this location sounds familiar, it is. A nondescript trail winds down dizzily to a beach cove. Heaven, without the inconvenience of dying.
The couple books a 2-bedroom
beach cottage in a little hamlet town on the east coast for a week. Dee's parents are going with them.
This is the first time after their marriage that they are going to spend quality time with Dee's parents. Lee looks forward to spending time with his father-in-law. He gets on famously with the old boy, sharing a religious devotion to rugby. And secretly, Lee wants to see his statuesque buxom mother-in-law in a swimsuit for the first time. That this is an austere religious woman makes such a prospect all the more forbiddingly enthralling. This will be a fast-forward sneak preview to what his wife will look like in the future. And he knows he won't be disappointed.
Dee's parents cancel two days prior to leaving. Her dad had a chest infection. The couple asked Dee's brother to come along instead of wasting the second bedroom, as it is administratively impossible to change to a single bedroom cottage at such a late hour.
And so it is Lee, Dee and Jude.
This is a good time as any to describe the trio.
Lee is six feet three inches, sculpted on a mass of ninety-seven kilograms. Athletically built. A demeanour that subtly suggests power without being overbearing. A graceful hunk. He deploys these qualities to good effect in sports. And in other realms which Dee readily testifies to. He is average endowed at six and a half inches. Thick girth. On any other man, the girth will appear lewd, but Lee carries it proportionally through. His circumcised shaft on a mown pedestal carries a regal dignified look. Go traipse the Mediterranean and you will see credible copies of Lee's on their more iconic statues. Dee loves admiring his manhood. It is pleasing to the eye.
Dee weighs seventy-three kilograms, artfully rendered on her five feet six inches. Her piercing hypnotic blue eyes laser you into tranced submission if you hover within range. Lite buxom best describes Dee's feminine charms. Curvy contoured hips. Luscious creamy thighs taper down to sylphy tender arcs of calves. Her buttocks are delicious firm orbs. Each orb separately defined, each with an animated life of their own, when they clench and quiver.
Dee has two distinguishing intimate features. She has asymmetrical breasts. Her left breast is a medium-to-small B-cup. Her right, a full D. Each breast has its own distinct identity and personality. The B-cup is pert and subtle as a B is apt to be. The D is fulsome, luscious and assertive. Both are natural in their own renditions and feel.
There is a sensual allure to her asymmetric form that is easy to identify, but hard to define precisely. Imagine a male admirer, a discerning breast connoisseur, beholding both sights, pert and lush, feeling up both pliant forms, relishing the best of both worlds, on the same woman. Double allure.
Dee was initially shy and self-conscious of her asymmetry. She tried to conceal her breasts under loose tops and such. Over time, and from the loving attention and pointed validation of Lee, she has come to appreciate the sensual power of this allure. Once liberated from this self-imposed hang-up, Dee's sexuality soared with flourish.
Dee has a pronounced full mound. It comes to the fore in its full splendour when she wears a hugging swimsuit, or a camisole leotard. Her inner lips barely peek out between her outer lips. A neat mound. When she wears a garment which is tailored to a flaring high-cut vee, her voluptuous mound, pressing urgently into the sheer fabric, is a sight to behold. A tantalising rise of lush labia emerging from a delicious dip of cleft that deepens into the tip of vee. A dizzy contoured wedge of cameltoe. It wreaks havoc in the private imagination of any lucky male who is within range of this visual treat.
Dee brings this to bear when she participates in distance running events. She runs a mean race.
Now, still your flitty mind and picture this. Dee is in her body-compression running suit of tight top, and shorts. It is midway in the race. Sun hung at high noon. Much huffing and puffing . You are a male runner. You are running behind this woman. You are about to overtake her. But, you are mesmerised by the simple harmonic motion of her marching arse orbs animating before your eyes. Up, clench, down. Down, clench, up. Up, clench, down. Maddening. You really should be moving on. But, a gripping force field holds you there. Finally, you saunter slide ahead obliquely. You steal a backward glance. You see her top bounce. A fulsome pliant D. No less. And then, there is something else you can't quite place from the oblique view. It is alluring. You drift south. A voluptuous mound pressing, straining against the body-compression fabric. A spasming cameltoe in full glory. The labia majors in rapid marching movement. Your imagination goes into overdrive. Just then, your eyes drift up. They lock with the woman's. She smirks. You sprint away sheepishly, melting into the herd.
Dee's mound is shaved silken smooth since she discovered Lee prefers it pristine.
Jude is twenty. Eighty-five kilograms packed into five feet ten inches. Thickset. Mid-brown wavy hair. He likes to wear it quite short.
His uncircumsised manhood is nearly eight inches. Formidable.
A nice guy. A bit of a rebel according to his parents. Dee and him were close growing up. He has only one girlfriend so far.
Chapter 3
The Swimsuit
Lee, Dee and Jude are at the cottage. The cottage is a short way from the beach sand dunes where Dee and Jude camped just two years ago.
As they are getting ready to go to the beach, Dee discovers that she has left her swimsuit at home.
They go to the little town to buy some food, drinks and snacks, and to buy Dee's swimsuit.
To save time, they split up. Jude goes to shop for the food and drinks. Dee and Lee goes to the swim shop. Dee wants Lee's opinion on her swimsuit pick.
There is only one swim shop in the town. It carries a limited range of ladies' swimsuits. Dee insists that it must be a one-piece, to provide suitable cover for her asymmetric breasts. It comes down to a single piece, yellow, a high-cut vee flaring up to way above her hips. And one size below hers.
Dee enters the small changing room cubicle to try on the swimsuit. Lee waits outside.
Dee struggles to put on the swimsuit. Although the size is smaller, the diaphanous-looking material is yieldingly stretchable and elastic to a point. Finally, Dee gets in. Snug as a bespoke glove. Like her marathon body-compression suit, rendered in yellow, and then with vast swathes of fabric cut away. Dee looks herself in the mirror.
The swimsuit is a lovely summery pastel yellow.
The top fits her B-cup just right, showing a teasing hint of breast flesh descending into cleavage.
Her D-cup is bursting against the top, exposing vast swathes of her breast. Her nipple ducks just below the top edge. Like a suffocating bustier. It appears that any movement will tip the nip over the top to see light of day.
Her bottom is breathtaking. The flaring high-cut vee barely covers her plump mound. In fact, it barely covers her labia. Her voluptuous labia rises sharply from her cleft to a ridge, then makes a moderate descent. The nominal crotch fabric covers the ridge, and then extends a little wee more. It appears that any movement will snag the vee into the cleft. The vulnerability is both unnerving and delicious. Even though Dee has shaved, a few wisps of persistent remnant fine pubes are evident, forming a faint pencil shading at the edge of swimsuit crotch vee. Is it pubes or shadow? The charm is in not knowing for sure.
Dee pirouettes around. Her arse orbs are assertive, but not standout riotous. They complement her proportionally.
Dee opens the door slightly. She beckons Lee to join her in the room, to get his opinion. Lee tries to enter but the room is too small. Lee checks out the shop. Nobody is in. The female shop assistant is at the back of the shop checking out the stock or something. This is a small town. This is a weekday. It is unlikely that there will be any walk-in customers. Lee asks Dee to come out.
Dee stands nervously before her husband. Lee has seen his wife native on more than a few occasions, but this is a totally new manifestation of what he thought he already knows so well. Lee stares down at his wife, processing the sensuality presented before him. He cannot decide if what he is seeing is sensual, erotic, lusty or lewd. In moments of uncertainty, it is best to be guided by one's instinctual meter. And his dial has more than moved. Erotic it is.
Lee says go for this. Dee protests vehemently that she cannot imagine her brother, and other beach goers seeing her in this. Lee replies that this is the tourist offseason, and that their time on the beach will be on weekdays anyway, nary a soul. In any case, the beach is, for practical purposes, effectively private to the cottage, accessible only via the cottage.
But, what will her brother think of her? Just then, the shop door bell chimes. Speak of the devil! It is Jude. Dee makes a move to return to the changing room, but Jude has already seen her tail. Lee holds her back. Jude will eventually see her in this swimsuit anyway on the beach.
Lee: Jude, just in time! What do you think of your sis?
Lee holds Dee's hands up. Like a maestro presenting his muse. He twirls her 360 degrees in slo-mo. Dee feels funny about this, but plays along for a lark.
Dee (squeamishly, feeling obliged to explain): This is the only one-piece that I can go into. And even then, it is one size below mine.
Jude's eyes follows his sister's orbit. He gasps audibly. And then realises what he has done.
Lee: He approves. Your brother approves. There can be no higher order of approval than a brother's. Dee, go for it.
Dee: Hmmm... You're very magnanimous. With my body!
Apparently tacitly decided, Dee pivots to go back to the changing room. Lee stops her again.
Lee: Look, we are going straight back to the cottage, then climb down the short trail to the beach. I will get your clothes from the changing room, and you can put them over your swimsuit here. No sense doing it in the claustrophobic cubicle.
Lee goes into the changing room. He seems to take a while to collect Dee's clothes.
Jude takes this opportunity to steal rationed surreptitious glances at his sister. Her top. Then drifting down to her enticing crotch, observing her form, and deciphering her substance. And then a lingering appreciative look at her legs. Lush thighs tapering to pliant calves. Dee is feeling awkward and sheepish. Memories of the camping trip silhouette show creep back. Their eyes lock momentarily.
The chime of the doorbell breaks the spell. An elder gent, maybe in his early sixties enters. He has a swashbuckling irreverent demeanor. Sparse longish hair gelled back elegantly on his head. Chilled vintage. Dee is mortified. The gent nods at Dee and Jude nonchalantly. Hmmm... nice profile. Cute tail. Dee and Jude acknowledge civilly in return.
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Must be a hormonal boyfriend helping his piquant girlfriend to fit her swimsuit pick. And it doesn't anywhere near fit. Maybe that's the whole idea. But, are they brother and sis? They look somewhat of the same earthy mould.
Dee makes a move to return to the modest refuge confines of the changing room cubicle, just as Lee is coming back with Dee's clothes. Lee notices the gent, and says hello. The gent acknowledges.
The gent is a gent. He discerns the bunch of apparel in Lee's hands. It occurs to him that this trio needs some spacetime on the shop floor to conclude whatever that they are in the midst of doing. The gent makes a move of leaving the shop, to return later, even though that is against his deeper simmering impulses. The shop is small. There is no place to browse around, and leave the trio to their own devices.
Lee realises the gent's dilemma. He is feeling charitable, as usual, with strategic assets not of his own. He tells the gent to stay, as they will be done shortly.
Dee is mortified, but not in an unpleasant way. The dissonance is the surreal charm of it all.
Jude is distracted by this new development. But, he is pleased that this is all decided now. He can rededicate his attention on his sister. He feels strange that he is slightly aroused by his sister's exposure to this gent. For some inexplicable reason, it feeds into his own stream of arousal. He can understand husbands getting a jolt charge displaying the feminine charms of their wives. But a brother on his sister? And at another level, a younger brother on his big sister? Hmmm... he will have to unpack and parse this mental stew later when his emotions are sailing on a more even keel.
The gent makes an exaggerated show of reluctantly staying on in the shop. Lee's OK has emboldened the old boy. Since it is a small shop, there is only a narrow visual scope for him to range. He looks at Dee with the lowest degree of bashfulness possible in a male. Dee appears quite cool about all this by now. This further emboldens the gent. He processes the imagery before him. Hmmm... An unseemly odd trio. Apparently a husband and a brother, helping the supposed wife/sister pick a revealing swimsuit which is deliciously undersized, straining the seams, suffocating her figure to the fore. This piques him. Is there more here than meets his longing eye? The video in his mind flits back to his young days when his ballerina sister pirouetted before him, her maiden performance, soliciting his male opinion on her new high-cut dance leotard camisole which flared high above her hips. Somehow, even at that young age, he had a sense that there was more going on than a piece of nominal textile.
Curiously, Lee first passes Dee's high-heels to her. Dee flashes him an annoyed look as she takes the shoes from him. Why shoes first? But, she does not protest.
She lifts one dainty leg, then the other to slip on her shoes. If Dee had looked delicious earlier, now perched totteringly vulnerable on her high-heels, she is devastatingly smouldering.
Jude is beyond bashful now. He is brazenly ogling his sister. Lee watches Jude with interest, as Jude lasers in on his sister, while Dee ascertains what is playing in her husband's feverish mind. A circular orbit of vision that is a self-told story unto itself.
The gent emits a satisfied sigh from the sensual beauty before him, and the interplay of subtle nuanced body language he observes between the siblings and the husband. More and more meets the eye. There is something about the woman's top which fascinates him, which he can't quite pin down. He twitches. He strains pressingly against his briefs. He regrets that he had packed his manhood due south in his brief when he dressed this morning. It would be less traumatic for him now if he tucked it at true north. But, he had no way of knowing the fortuitous good fortune that would come to him this fine morning.
Next, Lee passes Dee's shorts to her. Dee turns away from Lee and Jude, and the gent, in a socially conditioned nominal act of modesty. Again, Dee lifts one leg, then the other, to slip on her shorts. Although not quite as alluring as undressing, Jude's attention is no less rapt. And he is emboldened by his sister not seeing him see her.
The gent emits another sigh. This time, a prolonged primal one, that hints of satisfaction and longing in the same hot breath. He appears to have completely overcome whatever residual bashfulness.
Finally, Lee passes the t-shirt to Dee. Still with her back turned, she slips on her t-shirt. She spends some time adjusting this and that, preening, moving this way and that, shifting her legs, before she turns back to face Lee and Dee.
Lee passes Dee's bra and panties, not needed now because Dee is in her swimsuit, to Jude. He asks him to hang on to them, as he fumbles over himself searching for his wallet.
Jude is surprised by this request as Lee could have passed the intimate garments to Dee. Jude impulsively brings the garments to his face, and then as if an epiphany has hit him just in time, he quickly draws his hand away. He instinctively looks at his sister. Dee is looking at him. She supresses a smirk.
The gent lapped up the erotic drama clip that was animated before him. He is in the zone now. He wants to beeline out of the shop quicktime to do what he must do. But, being the gent that he inconveniently is, he will leave only after the trio have left.
The gent thinks back about his visual experience. He will replay this over and over again, offline, in the video of his mind in the days to come. Come what may. If only there is the technology to download a mental video onto a thumb drive? Until then, he will have to keep replaying the video to keep the pixels hummingly warm.
Lee finds his wallet. He pays for the swimsuit. They nod Good Day at the gent. They return to the cottage.
Chapter 4
The Tease
They drop off the food and drink supplies at the kitchen. They are to meet at the patio in five minutes. The guys go to change into their swimming trunks.
Dee is the first one at the patio. She feels awkward in her revealing new swimsuit, but less so now than when at the shop, as she has jettisoned off her high-heels. She wonders whether her suit will last the week as she feels her right breast D-cup, and her puffy mound straining against the sheer fabric. Perversely, the taut tension bearing on her flesh makes her antsy and excited in equal measures.
Jude enters the patio. He is in his speedo. Dee is flabbergasted by what she sees. Jude feels obliged to explain that it has been awhile since he last wore the costume. Since he last went swimming. He didn't know that he has grown that much, up and out, since. The speedo is now apparently two sizes too small. Not a trivial deficit, for a strapping young man who is growing as we speak. His eight inches, mercifully flaccid, is tucked south, pushing the crotch gusset way down. The speedo has a vertical striped pattern. The centre stripe, broader than the rest, runs down the crotch line in a distinguishing shade of colour. Overlaid onto the form of his shaft, the centre stripe accentuates his penis form and length. A gentle arc of stripe. It acts as a kind of visual ruler scale. The hemline top is hung low, at the point where his penis is rooted to his body. Good thing Jude is pristinely mown, or this will be really awkward. The aggregate effect is an exaggeratedly well-hung crotch. Optics maketh reality. And that is what Dee takes in.
Dee doesn't know what to make of this. Is this sensual or lewd? She teases, "What happens when you sport an evil boner?" Jude emits a half-laugh as answer. He appears like he is about to quip something, and then bites his tongue as if knowing better. This mirth breaks the ice between the siblings. Cascading peals of laughter.
Again, is this sensual or lewd? For some inexplicable reason, Dee decides that this is sensual because it is her brother. It is lewd if it is a stranger. So, family is granted a degree of sensual license? This moral position applies to her as well, given that her suit barely covers her labia.
Lee joins them amid the merriment. He gazes at the sourcehead of the merriment and unceremoniously guffaws.
Lee himself is in a speedo. Hydrodynamically trim. Economical of textile. His six plus inches is pointed true north. He stiffens a notch at the sight of his wife and her brother in their respective state of dress. Or, more aptly undress. Minimalism is in vogue this holiday season. All the rage. And Lee is raging. Inside. He speculates what is playing out in each of their minds.
They troop to the beach. Lee leads the charge pointedly. Dee next, on the narrow trail. Jude is in a hypnotic trance, mesmerised by his sister's rhythmic marching orbs.
Up.
Clench.
Release.
Down.
Down.
Clench.
Release.
Up.
Dee glaces back to check if her brother is still in tow. She notices his glazed look. Their eyes lock momentarily. She is about to wink at him, and then thinks better of it, and smiles an earthy smile instead. She notices that the centre stripe of his speedo is painfully contorted into a pronounced arc. The hemline now hangs, straining, even lower than before. Is that a glimpse of flesh of the root of his penis? Dee feels a tremor course through her body.
There is a mature couple at the cove. They wave to the couple. The couple acknowledges. Their beach day appears done, and they are ambling off.
Last one in is a rotten egg! The trio run screaming and shrieking into the water. After some goofing around and horseplay, Dee is comfortable enough in front of her brother in her swimsuit.
The sheer material of her suit becomes translucent, then almost transparent when wet. Her D and B cups cling to the sheer fabric like skin on flesh, accentuating the asymmetric allure. Her areolas and standout nipples are clearly outlined in a wet chocolate smear of light brown.
The water frolic and animated goofing around has snagged the vee crotch of her suit into her slit. Her puffy mound is on display much like the outrageous Brazilian string thong bikinis. The flare of the high-cut of her suit, riding high over her hips emphasises her mound.
While enjoying herself in the water, Dee is blissfully unaware of all this. She is having a great time in the surf.
Jude ogles his sister at every opportunity when her body is above the waterline. But, he is disappointed that he doesn't get to see much of her plump mound as they are in waist-deep water most of the time. Which is just as well because it hides his raging erection.
After half an hour of frolic, they have a picnic on the beach. Dee lays a large beach towel on the sand. She goes about setting the sandwiches, fruits and wine.
Dee sits next to Lee. They face Jude. Dee sits languidly with her left leg extended straight out. She tucks her right foot under her left buttock. She leans back a little. Coy.
Jude sits languidly too. His legs apart, extended straight out.
They are enjoying their food, wine and easy banter when Dee realises that her brother's gaze is riveted at her top, then drifting down to her crotch. She looks at herself. This is when she realises that her breasts are on show through the sheer fabric, and her mound is exposed save for a strip of textile lodged in her slit. She is momentarily petrified. She has the impulse to immediately close her legs. But for some reason, she does not. She reasons that she has been in this state for awhile, in the water, and now. Jude has already seen her for a good half hour or more, so it really does not matter anymore. And Lee is not unaware of all this. He has been deafeningly silent all this while.
Dee glances at Jude. He has an agonizing boner. The lad is well-endowed. Bigger than her husband by some. Even though his ample goods are encased in his speedo, she can tell. Is that his head peeking out of the crotch of his suit? Dee shudders at the tingling prospect of what this feral monstrosity can do.
Dee feels very good about herself. A welling glow. The best she has felt in a long time. Is it her top, or her bottom, or both, that has caused this unbrotherly reaction? Her initial gnawing anxieties about what her brother may think of her asymmetric breasts fade away as she ascertains his crotch status yet again in verification. He has risen a notch since. And yes, it is his tip of head peeking out.
Lee is pleasantly surprised that Dee has worked up her courage to continue to tease her brother, by sitting this way and that, presenting different perspective views of her feminine charms. Most of all, Lee is surprised that Dee being aware of her snagged crotch just leaves it be, exposing her lush labia lips.
Dee attracts a lot of attention from her brother, which Lee notices. Dee feels positively validated that her asymmetric top is a sensual asset. All her fears all these years have been unfounded.
Jude is a bit shy and does not have a lot of experience with women so far. Never in his wildest wettest dreams would he have imagined an initiation experience like this. And the initiator being his lovely sister whom he has always secretly admired, if not darkly coveted, from a safe distance. Sensuality, eroticism and taboo. A potent heady mix. And that cocktail is swirling in Jude's head as he ogles his sister's feminine charms.
After lunch, Lee whispers to Dee that given Jude's traumatic state, it will be kinder on him for them to return to the cottage so that Jude can seek relief. To his credit, Jude has endeavoured to cool off some in the water, but it has not been effective. Dee feels a perverse shot of gratification at the high trauma that she has caused. Is there a sadistic side of her that is revealing itself just now?
And so they return to the cottage. Jude repairs to his bedroom almost immediately.
Chapter 5
She Decides
That night, Lee tells Dee that he has been observing Jude all day. Her brother was ogling her from the get-go, initially bashful, but ultimately the frisson consumed his moral fence, and he settled down to brazen. The revelation at the swim shop shook him. Dee is particularly pleased when Lee confirms her suspicion that her brother was piqued and enamoured of her asymmetric breasts, causing him to twitch.
Lee makes up a story about her and Jude. Lee inventively extrapolates the events at the beach, leading to the siblings engaging each other, initially humping under the cover of the filmy water, and then ratcheting up the action to the beach behind a rocky niche.
Lee and Dee make hot love, acting out the story. Lee humps his wife swimmingly on the bed. Lee then pins Dee against the bedroom wall as if it is the rock wall. He pounds her mercilessly like an escaped young stud savouring its first moment of free-ranging freedom, all the while offering brotherly thanks to the object of his sexual affection.
Afterwards, spent, as Dee is dozing off, Lee whispers tenderly in her ear, "This holiday will be a good time to try. All the cosmic orbits are in alignment. We have privacy in the cottage. A strapping young good-looking stud who is family, who is no gossip. A young man on the cusp of discovering feminine charms. Lots of teasing opportunities in beach and holiday wear. Chill holiday mood. We have a whole week ahead."
Lee drops off. It has been a long day's journey into night for him. And he has dreams to dream.
Dee lays awake for hours after that thinking and agonising over what Lee said. The video of her mind incessantly plays back the views of her brother's crotch. The low hung speedo. The straining fabric. The arc of serpent. The outline of an 8 inch monster. Its peeking curious head. She wonders how this monstrosity will range when uncurled and unpacked to fulsome flourish. Is there a scent of piquant vinegarish in the still night air? She touches herself. Moist. No. Wet.
Dawn.
Lee's eyes flicker open. A morning person.
Dee asks Lee how they can get things going. She is quite OK for things to happen.
Lee suggests that she can get the ball rolling by teasing her brother in sexy clothing, leading onto some mutual body exposure, playing it by the ear, and then, getting habituated with each other's body. This will pick up nicely from the erotic interest invested, and seemingly unfinished business, from the beach yesterday.
Dee takes her husband's wise counsel.
Lee says that she appears to have been awake all night. Bleary eyed. Shagged. He suggests that she sleeps in. Jude and him are going for a 20 kilometre morning run along the coast. She should look her coquettish perkiest best when she engages her brother.
Chapter 6
Boys Chat
Lee and Jude run the 10 kilometre trail from Edward Cove to Mill Point, take a breather there, chill some, and round back. A 20 kilometre run.
They are at the pub at Mill Point, into their second beers.
Lee: Everything OK with the holiday so far?
Jude: Great! I am glad I came. Thanks for inviting me. I thought I would be in your way, you know, Dee and you spending quality time together. But, you have made me feel right at home, ironically, while we are away from home.
Lee: Don't thank me too profusely. It was your sis who thought of inviting you. And when she mentioned that, I was happy to adopt her brainchild. I think she sees this as an opportunity to reconnect and bond with you. The sibling thing.
Jude: She does?
Lee: Her family instincts are strong. Maybe it is the conditioning from your and Dee's upbringing. By the way, sorry about the drama yesterday on Dee's swimsuit. A sort of wardrobe dysfunction comedy of errors. And you are in it too, with your, now I can say it, outrageous barely legal speedo.
Jude: Hmmm... tell me about it!
Lee: So, what do you think of your sis?
Jude (cautiously): What do you mean?
Lee (getting brazen): Did you like what you see?
Jude emits his trademark half-laugh.
Lee: I take that to mean you approve.
Jude emits a second half-laugh.
Lee: Come on. Say something. Just boyz talk.
Jude emits another half-laugh.
Jude: Hmmm... This is not quite regular bawdy lusty boyz talk. We are talking about your wife, and my sis here.
Lee: I am cool on the wife part. If you are cool on the sis part, we are both good to go.
Jude: Sis has a sexy body. That is self-evident.
Lee: What do you think of her top?
Jude: Sexy. Curvy. Natural which is clear from their bounce. But, there is something else about it that I can't quite place.
Lee: Are you referring to her asymmetric breasts?
Jude: I wasn't sure, so I didnt want to say it. Is that what it is?
Lee: Yes. Tell me frankly, what do you think? Be candid.
Jude: You know, in our media today, we are incessantly bombarded with stock images of naked women with impossibly perfect sculpted plasticky body machinery. Numbs our senses. Well, numbs mine anyway. I just ignore them. Dismiss them. So, when I see something natural and different, it grips my attention. And that is how I feel about sis's top.
Lee: What about the asymmetry?
Jude: Symmetry is just a socially conditioned construct in aesthetics. And in our modern age, there is a rebellion against it. Go take a photography course. The lecturer will tell you to offset the composition, and so on, to inject interest into the picture. Ditto for modern architecture, contemporary furniture design. Symmetry is so passé.
Lee: Oh wow! Profound! What do you think of her breasts?
Jude (emits a half-laugh): Now, how would I know! I haven't seen sis in the buff.
Lee: True. But, from what you have seen through her sheer hugging undersized swimsuit?
Jude: Hmmm... Sexy, alluring in the sense of experiencing two breasts, one fulsome, and another, perky and more subtle, on the same person. And this is only visual. If physical... hmmm... a double bonus. Just imagine, on the one hand... And on the other hand...
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Lee: Do you fantasise fondling them? Caressing them? Kneading them? One, then the other. And then again.
Jude emits three hearty half-laughs.
Lee (jocularly): Whoa! We have a triple affirmation here!
More half-laughs bordering on hoots from both boys.
Lee: What about her bottom?
Jude: Hmmm... Do we have to go there?
Lee: Come on... This is only between us girls. And my lips are hermetically sealed.
Jude: I nearly came the first moment I saw the crotch vee of her swimsuit snagged in her slit, exposing her pouting lips. There! I said it. Satisfied, Mr Kinky? Hey, we have lingered here long enough. We ought to begin running back now.
Lee: Just one more thing before we set off.
Jude: What?
Lee: Here is a red hot tip for you. Your sis has a secret fantasy about you. This fantasy has heightened since she saw your evil boner in your speedo yesterday. And fueled by your visual interest in her, particularly her top, which she has some anxieties about, unfounded as they are.
Jude: Hmmm... and how do you feel about this?
Lee: Just go for it. Take your cues from your sis. I have discussed this with her. I am OK with whatever Dee is comfy with. Just go with the flow.
Jude: Hmmm... Flow, huh?
Lee emits a half-laugh. They start their 10 kilometre run back.
Chapter 7
Seduction
Lee receives a call from his office. He has to attend to an urgent matter. He leaves the cottage in the morning. He will be back the next day.
Dee is in a short skirt and loose top. She wears a nude-coloured thong panty under her skirt. Dee is cooking breakfast. Jude is in the kitchen chatting with her.
Dee moves this way and that in the kitchen preparing and serving breakfast. Jude is ogling her. His eyes are lasered on her bottom. Is she pantyless? The charm is in not really knowing. When Dee bends to serve his breakfast, Jude gets a generous view of the top of her breasts. Large swathes of her fulsome D. More nuanced views of her B. After Dee is seated, Jude offers to get the orange juice carton from the refrigerator. He hovers over Dee to pour the juice into her glass. He gets a glorious eyeful of her breasts again. Is Dee exaggerating her movements to jiggle her breasts? He sees them quiver and undulate.
After breakfast, they chill at the lounge. It overlooks the patio, and farther afield, the hill slope descending down to the beach.
Dee is feeling increasingly comfortable and at ease with her brother. She is still a little excited by yesterday's swimsuit charade.
It is just both of them alone in the cottage. Lee will be back tomorrow. Dee asks Jude if they should get comfortable, and enjoy the privacy of the cottage. Jude is not altogether clear what Dee is alluding to.
Dee gets bold. She says, "Yesterday, I had a sneak preview of your body. And you, me. I think we both enjoyed the visual experience. Shall we demystify what we have started?"
Jude looks at his sister inquiringly.Dee teases. "I am old school. Gentlemen first.""Right here? Now?""Yes. You take your shirt off. And then, I will take mine off."Jude remembers his conversation with Lee. Go with the flow. He nods. Without ceremony, he unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off silently. He has hair on his chest and a few muscles, Dee notices. He looks at her.
Dee is smiling softly. She can feel her ears and cheeks burning. She awkwardly takes off her top, her hands shaking. "This is kind of weird isn't it," she looks at Jude.
"I guess so, if you think about it that way. But, it will feel normal after awhile."
Although Dee initiated this, some of her old anxieties are beginning to creep back.
"OK. But, right now it feels really uncomfortable for me. You know by now that I have asymmetrical breasts. I always feel self-conscious about how my body looks. I don't like being judged."
"I am not judging you. You look gorgeous."
"What I am going to wonder about is what you think. If you just look at my body without saying anything, I am going to think the worst. You have to tell me what you think. What you really think, OK?"
"Yes, sure. Will you tell me what you think of me too?"
Dee nods. She smiles at her brother and pulls her top over her head, flinging it to the floor. She crosses her arms under her bra.
"Well, I like your bra."
"Your turn."
She watches her brother pull down his shorts, exposing his plaid boxers. Then, he looks at her expectantly, the corner of his mouth betraying an emerging smile.
"So?" he prompted.
Dee looks down at her brother's bare legs. "Your legs are hairy in a really sexy way."
Dee undoes her skirt. She drops the skirt to the floor and steps out of it. Her brother is staring at her thong panty. Dee looks down to make sure that everything is in order. Then, they stand there looking at each other in their underwear until they both laugh in unison.
"You have nice legs," her brother tells her.
Dee starts to feel weak in the knees. She sits on the rug. She looks up at her brother, waiting for his next move.
Jude asks, "Are you ready for the big one?" and emits a half-laugh as he starts to push his underwear down his hips. His naked genitals are displayed before her at eye level.
"Oh my God!" She covers her mouth with both hands, suppressing any further outbursts. It is not that she is shocked by seeing a limp penis in itself, but, the sight of her brother's privates has the effect of inducing embarrassment.
"Well?"
Looking up from his genitals, she quips cheekily, "It looks like a penis."
"Well, how does it compare?"
She looks back down to his drooping organs. After gazing thoughtfully, she teases, "OK, I guess." Dee doesn't want to feed her brother's ego. There is time enough for that. But secretly, she notes that even in its flaccid state, her brother's manhood is rather long. Longer than her husband's. She wonders how big it gets when aroused.
"Your underwear?"
"Of course," she replies. Feeling her brother's stare, she reaches back and unhooks her bra. She lets the straps drop off her shoulders. She holds the cups against herself. The moment of truth. The moment of reckoning. Again, her old anxieties taunt her. Looking up again, she asks, "Are you ready?"
"Might as well get it over with."
She smiles sheepishly as she slowly peels the bra off her breasts. She looks down at herself. A fulsome D. A pert and subtle B. Pointed. They are high on her chest. She looks up at her brother for his reaction.
His eyes riveted on her naked chest, he nods appreciatively when she looks up. "Well?" she prompts.
"A divine revelation. They are lovely. Alluring. If I had a hand in sculpting your breasts, they will look exactly like this."
"The asymmetry?"
"I like it. It is as what I have said earlier. This lovely vision validates what I already said. The allure of two lovely breast forms on the same woman. Your nipples are nice too. They're pink. They are lush."
"You have never seen pink nipples before?"
"No. They are sweet."
Dee starts to laugh again. She is aware of the slight jiggling triggered. She observes that Jude watches. The look on his face expresses bemusement. But his intense stare suggests a covert fascination. She sticks her chest out for emphasis. Loud and proud. She gently traces the contours of her breasts with the tips of her fingers. Her B, then her D. One way, then the other, as if illustrating her own form. Her nipples are very sensitive. Even soft caresses can trigger an orgasm. She avoids touching them for now. That can come later.
"What do you like about my breasts?"
He replies open-endedly, angling for more, "I like their size and their form. Their substance, I can't tell."
Dee grins widely, "Perfect?"
"For sure. I always wanted to feel real breasts. The kind that will fill my hands."
The seed of an idea is planted in Dee's mind when she hears this. She cannot say why, but she knows what she wants to do. She can feel herself blushing as she contemplates what she is about to say to her brother. Fear flutters in her belly. What if he is repulsed? Yet, she does not think he will be. She can feel it. Somehow she knows he will be OK with it. Her mouth opens, as if of its own accord, the words forming on her lips without her willing them, "Do you want to feel them?"
Jude looks at her, bewildered, like she has spoken to him in Eskimo.
She qualifies guiltily, "Just for a second."
His eyes are wide. He sits down on the floor next to her, meeting her gaze, concerned. "Are you sure about this?"
"Mmmm, just for a second though." She pushes her chest out in longing anticipation.
Jude looks serious as he reaches out with both hands toward his sister. Her nipples activated electrically as soon as his palms make contact. Dee quivers. Jude's fingers lightly brush the skin of her breasts.
Dee cautions, "Go easy on the nipples. They are highly charged. They will electrify, then shock me to whimpering pulp. I don't want that. At least, not just yet."
"That sensitive, huh?"
"Oooh! That tickles!" Dee says with a shudder. Jude draws his hands back politely. Dee, smiling, takes her brother's hands in hers and presses them firmly against her sensitive mammaries. "Like this," she instructs, and closing her eyes, "That feels good. Do you like how they feel?"
"They are soft. Really soft."
"Which do you like better, the D or B?"
Jude reads this as tacit approval to caress and fondle each breast more thoroughly, to ascertain their essence. He focuses on one breast, then the other, and then repeats his studious ministrations all over again.
"Too close to call. I will just tell you what I think of each. The smaller one has the feel of youthful flourish, on the cusp of womanhood. It bears the promise of fulsomeness in the fullness of time. The bigger one carries womanly allure bordering on buxom."
Jude forgets himself. He continues to fondle his sister's breasts.
"That's enough," she reminds him, opening her eyes and releasing his hands. Her nipples now stand out excitedly. Jude looks elated. She looks down at her brother's lap and decides his elation is emanating in more ways than one. "Can I touch you?" she asks longingly.
"OK"
Dee is secretly astonished and thrilled that Jude so readily agrees. She doesn't expect him to go along so easily and wonders if he shares the same hidden excitement she is feeling.
Eagerly, she reaches down between her brother's legs and cups his sac in her hand. His testicles feel delicate and vulnerable. They are large, weighing on her palm. She thinks about all the sperm and hormones that must be coursing in her grasp. It seems strange that the source of masculinity is so fragile. She squeezes gently.
"Does that feel OK?" she enquires. Jude flinches in response, so she releases him. She shifts her hand, wrapping her fingers around her brother's rising sex organ. She looks up at him. He is looking down at her hand, his expression intensely focused. She squeezes his warm shaft between her thumb and forefinger. She can feel him swelling rapidly in her grasp. "You're getting hard," she observes. He says nothing. She hears her brother's breathing speed up as she slides her grasping hand slowly up his lengthening shaft to his mushroom head. She squeezes his phallic cap between her fingers and gently massages his flesh.
She looks up at his face. His mouth is open. His eyes wide. He meets her gaze, still looking intense. She says softly. "Your penis is really big. It is nice. A piece of visual art."
Finally, she releases her brother's penis. Instead of dropping, it bounces upward, standing free and tall. His shaft, which she estimates at eight inches plus, is straight and pointed up from his lap at an angle.
"You get hard fast," she observes, studying her brother's straining organ.
"I guess so."
"I know you love me and everything. But, I mean, is it normal to get a hard-on for your big sister like that?" She smirks at him.
"But, you were rubbing it. That is the only reason . . ."
"I am just teasing. It is flattering actually. It is interesting how it looks when it is hard. Your head . . . is so large."
"So, as a woman, do you think a big head is good or bad?" Jude has a slight tremor in his voice, but she can tell he is trying to sound casual.
"I think a big head like that is a plus. It is all about stimulation. A big head, more surface area contact opportunity, ought to be stimulating, don't you think?"
Dee suddenly feels a warm surge of affection and admiration for her brother.
"Are you going to take your panties off, or keep me in suspense?"
Dee feels her heart racing. For reasons she does not fully understand about herself, in that moment, her brother asking her to take her panties off provokes an unexpected and unintended response in her body. A wave of sexual reaction awakes somewhere deep and sweeps though her body, reaching her head in the form of heat. She feels flush. There is the tingle of sweat pores activating around her face and neck. Deep down, she feels another delicate response that she knows is the beginning of wetness inside her. It feels warm down there too. She has been trying to convince herself that this is no big deal, yet somehow it is.
"Do you not think a sis deserves to keep at least one secret from her brother?" she asks bashfully as she hooks her thumbs around the elastic band of her panties, trying to make light of it despite herself.
"Are you ready?"
"Like you said, I am hard for you. Just look at me." He glances down at the tall fleshy rod rising eagerly from his lap. "I don't think I can be any more ready than I am right now."
Dee smiles at him. She pushes her last little garment, her thong, down her hips, then stops, her legs still together.
Her face still warm, Dee pushes her panties down her thighs to her knees. She stands up. She lets the panties fall the rest of the way to the floor. Her smooth pubis is directly in front of her brother's face. Her bare vulva, squeezed between her thighs, puckered outward, her outer labia pouting. A neat mound. Her inners are concealed. She wonders if she should be embarrassed. He looks admiringly. "Say something, please," she implores.
Jude appears to search his brain for words, "Nice, beautiful, it is beautiful."
"You really think I look beautiful?" She laughs at herself as soon as she says it.
"Yes, you look smooth and pink and alluring."
"Alluring?"
"Attractive. You look attractive. I like how it looks pouty."
"That is good? I have a pouty pussy?"
"Yes, I like it."
She is feeling bold now. Her brother had let her take the lead with their mutual striptease and she is going to push it further. By this time, she is humming with sexual arousal. She is thinking less and less about the fact that Jude is her brother and thinking more and more about how aroused she is, and how she wants more. "Do you want a closer look?" she volunteers shyly.
"OK" Jude looks like he is in a trance. The further along she takes things, the more excited she gets. But, Jude looks increasingly uncomfortable and docile.
Dee steps over to the sofa and sits down. She puts her hand on the cushion, "Come, sit next to me."
She watches her brother's erect penis bounce wildly as he gets up and walks over. The conical point glints in the sunlight that streams through the bay windows. "You are leaking," she muses as he sits down next to her. Naked thigh to naked thigh.
Without invitation, she reaches over and touches the tip of her finger to the little hole on the end of her brother's penis where a droplet of clear liquid is forming. He doesn't move to stop her. There is a sharp intake of male breath. She doodles her finger in a tiny circular motion around the tip of his penis. It is slick. She withdraws and rubs the warm sticky liquid between her finger and her thumb. It has the consistency of syrup. When she separates her digits, a translucent streamer stretches between.
"Oooh . . . Does this mean that you are going to ejaculate soon?"
"Not necessarily. But, it means I am super turned on right now. I am not going to ejaculate without some kind of physical stimulation. But, it won't take much right now. Like, if you rub my penis again like you did before, I will probably ejaculate instantly."
"That will make a royal mess. Does that mean I am so damn sexy that you can't resist your own sister? Your big sis?"
"Isn't this a rhetorical question? My raging, dripping hard-on is in your face."
"Are you going to be able to keep your cool the rest of this week? You cannot go around with a boner all the time. You will scare the womenfolk." She smiles devilishly.
"I can only try..."
"Looks like I will have to keep you cloistered in this cottage to reform and rehabilitate you, before you can rejoin society at the end of the week, huh?"
Dee thinks about licking her sticky fingers. She looks at her brother and assesses that he may think it weird. Instead, she wipes her hand on her bare thigh, leaving behind a visible prominent glistening slick.
Dee asks rhetorically, "Are you sure you want a closer look? I don't think it is going to make your condition any better."
"Yes, I'm fine."
Dee reclines back on the sofa. "You really want me to do this?"
Jude nods silently.
"If you want to see more," Dee messes with her brother, "you have to ask me to show you. Ask nicely and tell me exactly what you want to see."
"OK," he plays along, "will you please, pretty please, show me your pouty pink pussy lips, sweet big sis?"
Dee grins, "Since you ask so nicely, little bro..." Feeling single-minded in her intensifying sexuality, she dramatically swings her legs straight up, exposing her neat pouty crotch. Then, she spreads her legs wide apart for her brother.
She watches him as he looks down, captivated, rapt, at her displayed womanhood.
"You can get closer if you want. It doesn't bite. I will tell it not to."
He leans forward. She can feel the warmth of her brother's breath on her vulva. He is so close, Dee thinks his mouth is going to touch her lips. She holds her breath in anticipation. But, he does not do it. "Can I touch you?" he pleads.
Dee nods and swallows.
She feels a finger gingerly run the length of her engorged labia. He gently prods and pinches her tender lips. "You don't really have alot of experience in this, have you?" she asks searchingly.
Jude shakes his head, still rubbing her genitals lightly.
Her brother's fingers playing with her there heightens her rising ardour. This emboldens her to push it a little further. She is no longer afraid of her brother's reaction. "Do you want to feel what it is like inside?" she asks brazenly.
"You're OK?" His voice shakes noticeably.
Dee reaches down to her mown mound with both hands and spreads open her vagina lips, her petals, as her brother watches. "Do you see my hole?" she asks, pointing it out with her finger.
"Yes. It is pink. Lovely. Quite lovely."
"You can feel me a little if you want" she implores. She holds the soft petals of her labia open in invitation. "You let me feel you earlier. Aren't you a little curious about your sis?"
"More than curious. It is hard to describe. Your pussy looks really tempting, especially when you hold it open like that. You have no idea how good you look to me right now. But Jesus, Dee, you are my sister . . ."
"So? If that bothers you, why did you let me touch you? I wish you don't make such a big deal about this. You make it sound like we are doing something terrible. You are going to see me naked, pussy and all. I don't see why touching me for a second is any worse than that. Don't you want to?"
Jude's eyes never leave her open vagina. He looks longingly at her womanhood. "You are tempting me. It is kind of mesmerising actually. The inside of your vagina has these intricate little folds. While you were talking, the opening was getting larger and smaller. I was wondering if you were doing that intentionally. Your hole looks kind of small actually. I thought it would be larger."
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Dee's sexual urgency is overwhelming now. Pleading, "Jude, you are embarrassing me. Please. Put your finger in me. I want you to."
She feels his finger enters her tentatively. She can tell she is wet. It slips in easily without any friction. She pushes against the slow thrust of her brother's finger, engulfing him. A light spasm tickles her as he gingerly twists his finger around inside her. She emits a girlish giggle. She resists the urge to hump his finger. She lets him explore her in his way.
"It is wet and wrinkly. Warm and soft. It feels so good."
"Mmmm. . . What did you think it would be like?"
"I thought it would be smoother. I don't know. I like it. How does this feel to you?"
"It feels good. Like, I don't want you to stop. Ever."
"God! I am imagining how sweet my penis will feel inside you right now. I mean, if you are not my sister. You are so wet and tight. I am about to ejaculate just thinking about it."
"Don't get too worked up." She laughs at him. "Do you want to feel my clitoris?"
"OK," he sounds excited now. He pulls his finger out of her quickly with an audible slosh. Jude looks at his glistening finger. He brings it up to his nose. To Dee's astonishment, he licks it.
"Did you just taste me?" her eyes wide in exaggerated surprise.
"Just curious."
"How do I taste?"
"Kind of... musky."
"When you are done licking my juice, give me your finger." She holds out her hand.
Dee takes her brother's wet finger in her hand and pulls it down to her vagina. She spreads open the top of her labia with one hand and, with the other, she presses the tip of his finger against her aroused love button. She pushes his finger hard against herself and grinds it up and down. She shudders with the sudden pleasure, but she bites her lip to keep from moaning. She does not want him to know how aroused she is. She wants to play it somewhat cool. Maybe she is just playing the big sis. The sexual elder. "That's it. Do you feel the bump?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"My clit." She rubs her brother's finger harder. Mustering her cool, "I am kind of aroused. Can you feel it?"
"Yes"
"Oh!" the cry escapes her mouth despite her best efforts. She laughs, "I am really aroused right now. Yours is just more obvious." She swings her foot around until her toes locate his hard-on. She plays her foot against her brother's erection while he continues to rub his finger on her excited clitoris.
Jude looks down where his sister is stroking the sensitive sole of her foot against his hard penis. "I am pretty close, I think. But, you probably don't want my fluid on your foot."
Dee shudders with pleasure as her brother rubs her nub hard, his finger wet with vaginal fluid. "Slow down a little, Jude," she moans, "Yes, that feels good."
She stops teasing him with her foot. She drops her leg on his lap. His penis flops against her thigh. She feels his penis twitch against her. A teardrop of sticky liquid dribbles onto her leg from his tip.
Her sexual anticipation is so intense, it no longer seems to matter to Dee that Jude is her brother. Yet, there is still a faint but perturbing insistent whisper of reason that keeps hounding her of the fact. She announces boldly, "God, Jude, I wish you are not my brother just now. I am so ready for someone inside me right now!" Jude looks momentarily petrified.
She has an idea. Emboldened by arousal, she gives voice to her thought, "Do you want to masturbate?"
"You want me to right now? You don't mind?"
"I think we can both do it," she replies sheepishly. "Is that too weird?"
"No. That is cool with me."
"Do you want to stick your finger inside me again?" her voice low as if to hide her depravity, "Touch me? While we masturbate?"
Jude looks startled. He responds without question. He thrusts his finger inside her moist opening, quickly this time. She moans gently in surprise. "More fingers" she whispers, and again, he complies. "Thrust them. Yes. Harder. Oh. Oh. That's it. That's it. Masturbate with me." Dee fingers her clitoris as she starts to thrust back against her brother's fingers.
He surrenders silently to her craven demand. She feels his hand grasp his penis against her thigh. His knuckles rub up and down against her thigh. As he multitasks, at first, he starts to lose his rhythm with his other hand as he starts pleasuring himself. She pleads, "Keep thrusting, oh yes, oh yes." And then both hands are in sync.
"Do you like . . . oh . . . masturbating while you . . . oh God . . . touch your sister?"
"Yes."
Dee arches her back and pushes her pelvis hard against her brother's hand. She feels herself spasm. She squeezes on her brother's fingers with intense pleasure.
"I am going to cum. You better move your leg away" he blurts.
"Cum on me! It's OK."
Dee moans as a slight contraction squeezes pleasurably, then releases on her brother's fingers, relaxing blissfully. She is floating in a sea of ecstasy when her brother's warm cum finally spurts over and over on her exposed thigh. The spurts seem to go on a long time. Her thigh feels like it is soaked with wet dripping warmth.
"That is alot of cum," she says, opening her eyes and smiling. "I cannot believe you actually came on my leg."
They glide into relaxed comfortable silence, ignoring the dripping semen. There is plenty of time to clean up later. They have more pressing things to do right now. Like fall into blissful slumber.
Chapter 8
A Long Night's Journey Into Day
Dee's eyes flicker. It is late afternoon. She decides to let Jude continue his sleep.
Dee looks around the room for something to wipe the cum off with. It feels cold and clammy now and is starting to dry around the edges.
She doesn't see anything suitable. Her clothes are strewn across the floor, but she may have to wear them again.
She picks up her panties. She decides she will not need to wear it even if she puts her skirt back on.
She uses her panties to wipe the cum off the sofa first, but even after wiping carefully, there is still a noticeable wet spot.
She wipes up the inside of her thigh, catching the big globs of semen, but her panties is too small to soak it all up. Her thigh is still wet when she drops the panties to the floor, but she is going to shower anyway.
She walks to the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator to get a drink. It feels wrong walking around naked with her brother's cum on her leg. She feels deviant. It is a pleasantly good feeling. Perversely, her religious upbringing makes this all the more enthralling. On reflection, she thinks she is surprisingly relaxed about what she has just done with her brother. There is no drag of guilt. She feels fine, even pleased.
Jude wakes up. He is groggy for awhile. The light was pristine, bright and clean when he drifted into slumber. Now, the light appears used. Lost its sheen of clarity. After a minute, he is sentiently awake and aware.
Jude goes up to Dee. He looks into her eyes. She is glad that he is smiling. No awkwardness. No tension. He opens his arms in invitation. It is not a brotherly invitation. Dee steps forward into his arms. He is tall. Taller than he has ever been. More like a big brother now. Somehow, the earlier bonding experience with his sister has boosted his male confidence. Without hesitation, he wraps his long arms around her nude body. He squeezes her tightly against him. She melts into him. The contours of her B and D cup breasts meld into his chest, finding their own level. Her sensitive nipples chaff against his chest.
His manhood nestles in her warm junction of mound vee and creamy upper thighs. It stiffens a notch, pressing into her thighs. But, it is not erect. Not yet.
His male hands feel rough on her bare back. He holds his sister for a long time, looking down into her eyes.
They shower and remain naked the rest of the day, comfortable in their nudity.
Brother and sister share intimate moments. But, there is a muted tacit agreement that tonight is the night.
After dinner, they repair to the main bedroom. The bedroom houses a queen bed, a dresser, and a classic regal writing desk and chair.
They feel rising stirrings in their loins the moment they enter the bedroom. As Jude guides his sister to the bed, Dee veers away to the writing desk.
"Here" she intimates.
Jude looks puzzled. And then he understands all too well.
Jude pins Dee to the desk. Her palms on the desk top. She turns her face away from him.
Dee feels a hard pressure on her stomach just above her pubis. She looks down to see her brother's penis fully erect. It looks massive to her. Formidable. It is red. He stands so close to her. It presses deeply into her naked stomach and he seems oblivious to it.
She feels the head of her brother's penis throbbing in her stomach. It is his heartbeat, she thinks. She is feeling his heartbeat through his cock. His heart is racing too, just like hers.
She wonders if her brother is sexually aroused by the tingle of the taboo, or her nakedness, or both? She asks herself the same. Taboo it is. There are lots of naked male bodies. But, she has only one brother.
He steps closer, pressing his cock harder against her.
Dee puts a hand on Jude's red throbbing cock. She caresses him gently.
Dee turns around from where she stands. She turns her back on her brother until she feels his erection between her butt cheeks. She bends forward over the desk, dramatically sweeping papers and objects to the floor with wide motions of her arms. She raises her naked arse up against his penis.
Dee looks back. She reaches back and grabs hold of her brother's erection, guiding it to her exposed vagina.
"Is this how you want it, sis?"
"Yes, dear brother. This is how I have dreamt I want it. And you are my dream brother."
Jude grips his sister's arse cheeks with both hands. Dee feels his cock head starts to press hard against her nether opening. She should be afraid of his monstrosity. But, Dee finds herself relaxed on the desk. It is because she has rehearsed this so many times in her dreams. Her love portal is relaxed and fearless. The calm before the storm.
Jude's cock slowly forces Dee open.
Dee looks at her brother lovingly as she feels his warm flesh make its slow relentless entry into her.
She winces as the full width of his cock is forced into her. She squeezes on him and feels a shot of pleasure. Then, she relaxes again, willing herself to open to him.
"Are you OK?" Jude asks.
"Yes, keep going please," Dee manages, but tears fill her eyes.
Dee continues to slowly shove his formidable shaft into her. She is able to keep herself relaxed and open, ushering him in.
"Do you like this?" Jude asks.
"Yes"
Proving her point, she pushes her arse back against his hardness, completely enveloping him.
Jude grips her butt cheeks and starts slowly pumping his enormous cock in and out of her.
Dee squeezes and relaxes rhythmically on her brother. She reaches a hand underneath and starts tweeking her clitoris with a finger.
Dee moans loudly as her brother speeds up his pistoning. Soon his hands are moving on her body until he grips her breasts. Ouch! Sweet agony. His contact with her hyper sensitive nipples electrify her. Dee is capable of orgasms from mere nipple manipulation. That is how sensitive she is.
His cock is ramming her hard now. He grunts with exertion.
He is fucking her with an animal pleasure. He pounds her.
"Fuck me harder, bro," she goads.
And, Jude does what she asks. It is painful now, but Dee takes it.
Dee groans and whimpers softly. Her neck and chest are flush. The more red she is, the more aroused she is. Then, her whole body shudders and shivers. It is so good. She has never climbed this high a pinnacle.
Jude slows, and hammers her with two last massive thrusts. He stops fully inside her. She feels him twitch and spurt.
Finally, he lets out a sigh and pulls out. He lets go of her breasts and steps back.
Dee slumps on the desk as if paralyzed. She feels fluids ooze out of her.
After a respite, Jude picks his sister up, scoops her up in a flurry, and lays her on the queen bed.
Brother and sister stir at 2am. They workout. And again at the first light of dawn.
Oooh! The excesses of youth.
Chapter 9
Threesome
11 am.
Lee parks his car. The car engine purrs down to silence.
As he enters the cottage, he hears whimpers, moans and groans, and intermittent bouts of howling and growling, emanating from the main bedroom. He sticks his neck around the wall.
Doggy.
Feverish passion.
Pounding.
Lee gets naked. He creeps to the foot of the bed. It is not clear if Dee and Jude have sensed him. But it makes no difference. The siblings are captive in a universe of their own making, privy only to themselves.
Lee slides through Jude's parted legs, facing up. He is now under Dee's body. Jude and Dee are now aware that they have company, but they are too deep in heat to care.
Lee has a worm's eye view of the action. Jude pounding Dee. Dee's breasts quivering, undulating then shuddering with every pounding impact. Jude alternates between kneading Dee's breasts, and gripping her hips to heighten traction. Lee feels that he is pinned under a runaway huffing and puffing locomotive.
Dee is further aroused by the unexpected participation of a walk-in spectator, who happens to be her husband, no less.
Her whole body shivers and trembles. She is so aroused that she will have done absolutely anything Jude and Lee want.
Dee groans and whimpers softly. Her whole body shivers and shudders. Lee knows from experience that she is on edge, and will cave in shortly. Lee slides out, not a moment too soon.
Dee crumbles. She lies on her back. She raises her hips off the bed. Her sign of extreme arousal. Her neck and chest become flushed. The more red she is, the more aroused she is. Dee shudders one last time, and is then becalmed. As Jude is spent.
Chapter 10
Reflection
The trio spent the rest of the week in naked lazy frolic in the cottage. Jude effectively moved into the main bedroom. There was ample real estate on the queen sized bed.
The holiday, seemingly trivial it may be, was transformational for the three of them. But most of all, for Dee.
She felt that the fact that her brother and her husband both accepted her as she is, and found her sexy and alluring, including and especially her asymmetrical top, made their encounter and experience so much more meaningful for her, than having sex. But, the sex was great too.
Dee and Jude continued for about three years, before he was transferred to an overseas posting for his job.
Dee and Jude had Lee's blessing. Lee sometimes joined in. They were an innovative trio. Think double penetration and all the things that touch there.
Jude had 'his' room in their house, and Dee would sometimes sleep the night with him. Jude adored his sister. As she, him.
Lee and Jude were very close. That was inevitable. Bound by the singularity they adore.
The End