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Sibling Love (DareToDream & Feral.Desires)

DareToDream

DareToDream

Pulsar
Joined
Dec 26, 2009
Location
East Coast of U.S.
Derek Anderson stood in his living room, staring out the huge bay window that overlooked the street, his gaze taking in the neatly trimmed grass, the beautiful blue and red flowers lining the sidewalk, and the cars that whizzed by, each with somewhere to go. His body virtually bounced in place like a child itching to run out the door and play but he couldn’t help it. He’d been that way all day long, hell more like all week long, and it wasn’t likely to change anytime soon. Movement off to the side caught his eye and his head whipped around, staring up the street at a car that slowly approached, driving like it wasn’t entirely sure where it was heading. The closer it got, the harder his heart thudded inside his chest, acting like a drummer pounding out a fast, hard beat. It was almost to his house when the driver suddenly found their gas pedal and the vehicle shot forward, rapidly disappearing down the other side of the street, drawing a sigh from his lips. Placing his hand against the window pain, he scrunched his fingers, wondering what was taking so long for her to get there.

When the scream echoed through the house, his wired body jumped and he spun around, staring across the room at his wife, a scowl spreading across his face. “Damn it, Angie, are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?” he spat. The woman stared at him for a moment, her body cocked to the side, jutting out a hip, her bright red hair, so fake it was laughable, cascading down her shoulder. She wore a skin tight little top that was supposed to look sexy but totally failed and a pair of hip hugging jeans. The stance and look were clearly her attempt to gain his attention but it only brought out a sneer. “It would serve you right if you had one, you ass” she answered back. “I’m standing here practically begging you to take me upstairs and fuck me and all you can do is stare at the window like a lost little puppy.” She got a disgusted look on her face as she stalked towards him, finally coming to a stop when she was practically in his face. “She’s your fucking sister, Derek, not your wife.” Derek studied her for a moment, his gaze narrowed, not at all surprised by her outburst. It was Angie’s way after all, to pick a fight with him constantly and then whine that he wasn’t treating her right.

Their marriage had been over for years but he stayed with it because he had too much to lose if he left. She’d made it clear numerous times that if he filed for divorce she, and that evil sister of hers, would fleece him for all she was worth. Though they still had sex occasionally, usually after both had gotten drunk, it was lackluster at best and Angie knew that. She was a bitter hag in many ways but that didn’t stop her from seeking solace outside of the house; he knew of at least two affairs she’d already had, something he hadn’t done himself. It was because of all of their marriage that he was so happy now; the news of his sister’s graduation and her desire to move in with him so she could be closer to the city had been the best news in years. He and Angie had fought about it of course, fought so hard that things had been thrown and broken and one window had been shattered – the police visit being the topper of the night – but in the end he had won. Lillian was set to arrive that day and he’d been watching for her almost since the moment he woke up. “Thank god for small miracles, Angie. Now back off before I make you.” That drew a huff from the bitch but she finally moved, turning and going into the kitchen, her swinging arm knocking his empty cup off the table where it shattered against the floor. “Guess you better pick that up, dear” she said with fake buttery honey in her voice.

He shook his head and ignored the mess for now, turning back towards the window to continue his watch. The road was busier than normal, which caused his breath to hitch a time or two when he thought he saw her, but that was it. There was no movement from his neighbors, no shades opening or closing across the street, not even a dog or cat walking about. Growling softly to himself, he almost missed it, his gaze turned another way until the last possible second. When his head swiveled back to the left again, drawn by some unknown force, his eyes when wide almost instantly. The blue car had just passed his neighbor’s house and was slowing to a crawl, its turn signal on. Then it was pulling up his drive and coming to a stop, a moment that felt like it caused his heart to burst. Moving immediately, he left the window and threw open the door, bouncing out onto the sidewalk. Seeing the window down, his smile widened and he gave a wave. “About damn time, sis! I’ve been waiting forever.”
 
He watched as Lillian – or Lilly as he’d always called her – climbed from her car and turned towards him. Her comment was to be expected – she was never the punctual type growing up and he hadn’t really expected that to change when she got older – but her look wasn’t. His gaze locked onto her body and he slowly swept it upward, taking in the low slung jeans that showed a little skin and hugged her hips, pausing at the flattened stomach that caused his heart to beat a little faster, slid over the red tank-top that hinted at her womanly curves, and ended with her hair, the blue highlights glinting in the sun, making the dark color of the rest of her strands seem even deeper. His little sister had become all grown up, that was for sure. Wrapping his arms around her, he sank into the hug, not realizing until that moment just how much he’d truly missed her. “It’s good to see you too, Lilly” he murmured, frowning a little when she pulled back from the hug. Before he could answer her next question, he noticed her where she was looking and turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his wife just as she pulled away from the window.

Shaking his head, he turned back towards Lilly. “Ugh, yea, it’s been pretty bad. She’s being quite the bitch today. Hell, she’s pretty much been like that since I told her you were moving in. The fight that night was so bad, one of our neighbors called the cops for a domestic altercation…or whatever the hell they call it.” He shook his head, laughing. It had been obvious in the days that followed which of his neighbors had actually done it too, what with all the stares Mrs. Jenkins from across the street had been giving him whenever he left the house. He’d have sworn he even saw a pair of binoculars peeking through her curtains once but when he’d looked again, what he had seen was gone. It wouldn’t surprise him though; the elderly lady had nothing better to do with her time so might as well as spy on everyone and Angie certainly gave her enough reason to enjoy it. Thinking of his wife again just deepened his frown and didn’t like that. Stepping around Lilly, he went to her car and opened her back seat, grabbing the two suitcases he’d seen there. “Any more in the trunk, Sis?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over her again.

Bringing them up to the stoop, he dropped them on the concrete and pulled her into his arms again. “It really is good to see you again.” He noticed the tattoo then, having missed it the first time, and felt his breath hitch. Pulling away from her abruptly, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, putting her back to him. His hand reached out immediately then and began to trace the part of the tattoo that he could see, the tips of his fingers caressing her skin lightly. “Lilly! Man, you’ve definitely grown up these past few years” he said as he turned her back around. He couldn’t help it then, his gaze did another quick glance as a smile came over his face. “A sexy little tattoo, a body to die for, and an awesome new hair style. Those college boys must have been slavering all over you. Don’t you dare tell me about your sexual exploits ‘cause you’re just gonna make me major jealous.” Just the thought of sex of any kind made him twinge inside; though he knew that Angie cheated on him occasionally, he’d never taken that step and it had been quite a while since they’d fucked. That’s all it was too when they did it – nothing but emotionless raw sex; they hadn’t made love in years. Though he had needs like any other man, Derek simply hadn’t met anyone that he felt that kind of connection to so he’d never take the plunge into affair land. Sometimes he regretted that but it was a personal choice and he’d live. Smiling at her, he motioned for the door. “Come on, let’s get you inside and your bags settled then we can go out for something to eat if you want.” Opening the door, he pushed it open and slipped inside. “Oh, and watch out for the broken glass near the table. Angie had an…accident.” The latter was said with so much sarcasm, it would be clear what had truly happened.
 
Derek smiled down at his sister, his happiness at her arrival clear on his face. “Oh, there’s plenty to be jealous about with you, little sis. Lord knows you gotta be getting more than I do.” Laughing again, he turned and opened the door, leading her inside. The glass glittered on the floor, twinkling as the rays of the sun hit it, but he skirted around the mess and led her upstairs. His wife was no where to be seen, which he considered a good thing; no doubt she was out by the pool sucking down another martini or two, something she’d been doing quite a bit lately. Angie wasn’t a drunk by any means but lately she’d been getting tipsy more times than not and her behavior turned even more obnoxious when that happened. All the more reason to take Lilly out to dinner, he thought. It would give his wife time to cool down or maybe drink herself to sleep. When he reached the room he’d set aside for her, which was at the opposite end of the hall from his, he pushed it open and dropped her bags on the floor. “There you go” he murmured, laughing as she immediately made herself at home, flopping on the bed.

He heard her comment next but before he could pull together a retort, she leaned back onto her elbows, which drew her already short tank top just a little higher. His mouth suddenly went dry as his gaze fell on that flat expanse of porcelain skin, staring at it hungrily. An image of his hands slowly pushing the fabric higher flashed through his mind and it was so vivid it drew a blush to his cheeks and snapped him back to reality just in time. Lifting his gaze right before she looked at him, he flashed her a smile. “Good! I’m starving too and know just the place for your first night here. Oh, and since I bought the furniture for you, dinner can be your treat!” he winked at her as he delivered that news, his smile widening. “I warn you though, I’m a pretty expensive date. Only the best for me!” Moving over to plop his ass on her desk, he glanced around the room and then back at her. “You’ll have to make this room your own now, sis. It’s too boring when its this plain.” At the mention of his wife, the smile was wiped out and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he could finally look at her again, he shrugged. “I could care less if she’s ok with it, Lilly. You’re my sister and I can take you out whenever the hell I feel like it. She’s just going to get drunk out by the pool anyway. I can’t remember the last time she actually cooked a meal.” Not that it was his wife’s job of course but early in their marriage she’d taken great delight in making him delicious meals. Now, if he wanted to eat, he made it himself or went out. Standing up then, he headed for her door, turning back at the last minute. Dipping his hand in his pocket, he came out with a key, which he quickly tossed to her. “Thought you might appreciate the security. I changed the door handle myself earlier today.” He moved out into the hallway then before turning back. “Oh, and dress casual for tonight. I’m just joking about being an expensive date. Though the next time we go out, I want you dressed to impress.” He flashed a grin then and headed back downstairs, leaving her to get settled in.

Back on the first floor, he grabbed the broom and dust pan and swept up the bigger chunks of glass then got the smaller bits with a mini vacuum cleaner. After that, he went in search of his wife, to let her know they were heading out. As expected, he found Angie laying on a lounge chair by the pool, drink in hand. “Hey, Ang” he said as he came around the chair to face her. “Lillian is here, obviously, but she hasn’t eaten. I’m going to take her into town for some dinner but I’ll be back at some point.” His wife turned her head to stare at him, a glare firmly in place. Without a word, she slowly stood and got in his face. “Alright, Derek, you can take that slut of a sister out to dinner tonight and leave me here all by my lonesome but you better fucking take care of my needs when you get back. I expect to get laid at least twice.” With that, she turned as if to head towards the house but then appeared to stumble, her arm shooting out and smacking him in the chest, knocking him off balance. Before he knew it, he was stumbling backwards, his feet tripping over the edge of the pool and toppling him in. He hit with a splash and shot to the surface, sputtering madly as he spit water from his mouth. “Damn it, Angie!” he roared, feeling his anger flare. Her eyes went wide and she brought a hand to her mouth but he caught the smile before it was covered fully. “Oh, Derek, I’m so sorry” she murmured as he drew himself out. He glared at her and then moved into the house and up the stairs, cursing up a storm.
 
Every squishy wet step that he took caused his anger to boil more, heating the very blood that coursed through his veins. He reached the second landing and smashed his way down the hall, his footsteps echoing off the walls. No doubt tons of water followed behind him, dripping from his clothes and hair, but he didn’t care. Let Angie clean it up as far as he was concerned; she’d caused the mess in the first place. Her hand hadn’t moved fast enough out there and he’d caught the sparkling little smile her evil lips wore and he knew right then that she’d done it on purpose. Anything she could do to disrupt his time with his sister and hopefully ruin his evening was something that would make her delighted to say the least. As soon as that thought entered his head, Derek took a very deep breath and let it out slowly, mentally reaching out to his anger and trying to smother it out. He wouldn’t let her do this to him – to them – not on Lily’s first night and that was the thought he repeated to himself over and over again as he pushed through his bedroom door and shut it behind him.

The minute he was in private, his strong hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it onto Angie’s side of the bed. A feral little grin came over his face then and he could just imagine her face when she climbed under the covers and lay down in a soaking wet bed. He was in the process of undoing his jeans, completely lost in that thought, when he heard the door suddenly open and a voice calling out. Startled, Derek spun around, his hair flying about his face, and his jaw dropped. Lilly stood just inside the bedroom door, staring at him. “Uh…” he stammered, completely at a loss for words. His gaze noted that she had changed into a form fitting black tee and even darker jeans that were capped with combat boots. The sight brought a smile to his face and sufficiently distracted him that he never felt the drops of water that slowly slid down his chest, following the contours of his muscles. Time seemed to pass slowly for him as he finally got his brain working again and noticed that his pants were partially undone, the zipper halfway down. Instead of doing the smart thing though and fixing that, he decided to ignore it; no sense drawing her gaze to it if she hadn’t seen it yet and if she had, oh well, it was her own fault for bursting in like that.

Shaking his head, he sent more water flying and drew a chuckle to his lips. “Yea, everything is ok. I’m just a little….wet” he said, stating the obvious but with a teasing voice. “Angie thought it would be funny to fake a stumble and push me into the pool – what a bitch. I hope she likes the wet conditions of her bed in return” he added, his gaze moving from his sister to the bed where his soaking wet shirt was slowly seeping into the covers and no doubt the mattress below. “I’m just going to grab a quick shower to get the chemicals off me and then change so we can go. I hope you don’t mind the wait.” Smiling again, he turned and headed for the bathroom, feeling the water on his bare skin for the first time, drawing a shiver from his body. He should have left it at that then but seeing his sister burst into his room unannounced had erased the last of his anger and replaced it with his mischievous side. Knowing she was probably still watching, he crossed onto the tiled floors and started to turn towards the shower, his hand pushing his pants over his hips to the floor, revealing his dark blue boxers. Grinning from ear to ear, he kicked them off once he was out of sight and stepped into the hot steaming shower once it was ready, his lips whistling a happy little tune.
 
The blast of sizzling hot water that hit his skin when he stepped under the spray drew a sigh from Derek’s lips. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and soaked the heat in, letting the water cascade down over his body with ease. Every pulse of the droplets of liquid as they landed sent tingles through his body and the longer he stayed under the spray, the better he felt. Angie’s little prank had made him so mad his body had been vibrating with negative energy when Lilly had invaded his privacy but those brief moments with her had taken that vibe and changed it, making it more pleasurable. He could still see her now, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, the black tee hugging her breasts and the dark jeans teasing her curves, all topped by the sexy little combat boots. Ok, maybe some wouldn’t consider them all that sexy but he did; after all, those boots represented Lilly at her core – unique, individual, and creative – features he loved in a woman.

Turning under the water so the spray hit his back next, his mind continued to think of his sister and that seemed to ramp that energy he was feeling even higher. Leaning his hands against the stall, he took a deep breath and tried to relax but a sudden image of Lilly on her knees, watering pouring over her supple body as she leaned towards him, suddenly filled his mind. He groaned in response, his body almost trembling, and he felt his shaft harden instantly. Looking down, he swore softly, feeling a throbbing need coursing through his veins. He knew then - like every man who has ever been in that situation - that he wouldn’t be able to leave that shower until he’d scratched that itch. Reaching down, he wrapped his palm around his swollen cock and began to stroke it, his rough skin sliding up and down his skin. A moan left this lips then, one that deepened as more images flooded his mind, one’s where Lilly’s lips closed around his tip, sucking him in followed by others where she was pinned to the wall or the table as he fucked her. The images were intensely erotic and another moan flowed as his hand pumped his shaft faster and faster, wanting to end this pleasurable torture.

It took no time at all for his climax to hit, the wave of pleasure washing over his entire body like a tsunami. His back arched as his shaft twitched, sending the first of many spurts of his hot seed splashing against the stall wall. When he could finally breathe again, Derek felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks, knowing that he’d just masturbated with thoughts of his sister in his head. Stepping out of the spray for a moment so it could erase the damning evidence, he then finished his shower quickly and stepped out to dry himself off. That done, he slipped into his closet and flipped through his clothes, finally settling on a pair of acid-washed jeans and a comfortable pullover shirt which he took to the bed. Grabbing a pair of dark brown loafers next and a pair of boxers, he quickly got dressed then headed down the hall towards Lilly’s room. He laughed as he heard the water splash under his feet with each step, enjoying the situation more now than he had previously. Reaching her door, he gave it a sharp knock. “Hey Lilly, I’m done now so we can go if you’re ready.” Stepping back, he leaned against the wall to wait for her.
 
He heard the loud thunk through the closed door and couldn’t help snickering; some things never change and Lilly bumping into things was one of them. When the door opened and she swore at him, he hand rubbing at her hair, his snicker turned into a full on laugh. “Oh god, sis. You haven’t even been here an hour and already you’re banging into something.” He shook his head, finally getting under control. “I’m definitely feeling better. That shower did wonders for my mind and my body.” Nodding to her next comment he followed her down the stairs and outside, not even bothering to let Angie know they had left. She’d figure it out soon enough. Once they were settled into his Durango, he pulled out onto the street and headed for town, having just the perfect place in mind. He had promised this would be casual and he’d meant it.

They fell into an easy comfort zone immediately, as if they’d never been apart, and when she flirted with him, he couldn’t help but grin. The feel of her head on his shoulder sent a tingle shooting down his spine but he didn’t let on. It was hard though, especially when his fingers itched to leave the steering wheel and slip down to her leg for a light caress. The fact that she was his sister didn’t bother him in that moment, though he couldn’t say why. It just felt…right…for lack of a better word. He held his grip though, sending them on down the road. “Hey now, that shower was worth it! Though…” he glanced side long at her, his tongue darting out to lick his lips “…it could have been much better.” He let that thought hang between them for a moment while he drove, his lips humming lightly. As the stopped at a stoplight, he drummed his fingers to go with the humming then glanced over at her. “That’s a clue to your question” he said, meaning the humming and tapping. “It’s a place called Hancock’s. I think you’ll like it.”

Moving again, he wound his way through the city, finally coming to a building on the outskirts that looked more like a worn our warehouse. A sign above the entrance flashed the simple word “Hancock’s” in neon blue. Parking the car, he hopped out and moved around to open hers, giving her a gallant bow. “After you, milady” he said as he locked up and then led her inside the building. The minute they passed through the door, music assaulted them, the beat fast and hard. It wasn’t overpowering though, rather it was just loud enough to draw you in but low enough that you could talk. Putting an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close. “Welcome to one of my favorite hangouts, Lilly. This is where I come to get away from Angie. I don’t think she even knows it exists.” A hostess approached them then and Derek gave her instructions for where he wanted to sit. Soon they were off, winding their way through one room and into another, larger one. This one had the source of the music that filtered through the restaurant because it hosted the stage upon which the band played. When they reached the booth he’d chosen for them, Derek stepped aside and motioned for Lilly to choose her seat.
 
The atmosphere of the restaurant was as good now as it was the last time he visited it – which happened to be last week but who was counting. Derek was well known here, stopping by a few times a week to get a drink at the bar after a hard day on the work site, and even came by for guy’s night out once or twice a month. It was the perfect type of establishment to unwind in, with friendly staff, privacy if you wanted it, and live bands every night of the week. He didn’t know how the manager did it – or whichever staff person handled scheduling if it wasn’t him – but there was always a rotating mix of good music from all different kinds of genres. Tonight was the house band – something he’d known in advance – and they were pretty good, playing mostly rock songs with a good beat.

As the waitress brought their drinks – the Blue Moon beer for Lilly and a Coors Light for him – he felt her foot nudge his leg. Thanking the server, he turned his attention to his sister, a smile gracing his face. “Pfft, you think I come here for the food?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in return. “Hell no, I come here for the music and the hot women, present company included.” He gave her a wink then and slid his leg forward, brushing it lightly against hers, deciding to play the game that she’d started with her foot. Picking up his menu, he opened it and pretended to read it while his leg slid back, brushing against her a second time, sending a tingle up his spine. Why he was playing with her like that he didn’t know but it felt good and, well, she’d started it.

“On a more serious note, though, it all depends on how hungry you are right now. Their burgers are juicy as hell and loaded with stuff but their steaks make my mouth water. They do a pretty mean grilled chicken with mushrooms also.” As a regular to the restaurant, Derek had sampled most of the dishes over the years but that night he was in the mood for meat. “Me, I’m going with the steak with a side of sautéed mushrooms and some delicious mashed potatoes.” Leaning forward, he absently rubbed his fingers over the back of her hand. “Whatever you get, you HAVE to get the mash potatoes. They’re made fresh and whipped up just right.” Leaning back, he closed his menu and decided to be a little daring, sliding his leg forward again and leaving it there this time. “Order whatever your heart desires, little sis” he said, grinning. “After all, you’re paying for it.”
 
Derek relaxed back against the seat once he’d made a decision about his meal but on the inside he was anything but calm. Somehow, he and his sister had fallen into a flirtatious routine, something they’d done once or twice when she was a teen, but this time it felt different somehow. Maybe it was just because they were both adults, well aware of what sexual attraction meant now or perhaps it was just the stress of their lives coming out. Whatever it was it felt weird to him but at the same time it felt rather nice. Nothing they’d said or done had crossed any line yet, hadn’t even come close, but it didn’t feel innocent either and that gave him pause. He’d always thought Lilly was pretty and her personality was golden to a man like him but she was his sister and wouldn’t be anything but that for as long as he lived. Still, he couldn’t help wondering at the same time.

When her comment came about the meat in his mouth, he snorted and would have spilled his drink if he’d one in his hand at the time. “Oh, not that kind of meat” he said with a wink. “That’s more your style. I prefer mine to be much…softer…and come with built in nubs. Well, except when it’s more….pliable…and wet, of course.” The words, taken at face value, sounded completely innocent but Lilly would know what he was talking about. An image of Lilly on her knees then, her lips wrapped his hard swollen meat, entered his mind and an internal shudder ran through him. Forcing that image from his brain, he quickly replaced it with one of a nun and felt his body relax again. Just then the waitress came by and took their orders, making a comment about Lilly being his. Derek knew he should object and correct her but he was blinded by the sudden feelings that thought brought and he didn’t.

He figured Lilly would object herself but instead her words completely shocked him and he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping open. It happened right when her thighs squeezed his leg, making it clear she’d been aware of where it had been the entire time, a realization that caused his mouth to go dry and his cock to go hard. Finally closing his mouth, he swallowed slowly, breaking her gaze as a rush of heat entered his face. “Uh….yea” he finally stammered, the words making him look utterly silly. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else to say and certainly couldn’t tell her that he agreed with her statement. Playing with his fork for a moment, he finally looked up and met her gaze, trying his best to hide the heat that he felt. “So…..good choice in your meal, sis. I think you’ll love it.” The air between them fell silent then as Derek silently berated himself for flirting so much with her. He had no idea what he’d been thinking but it was clear that his lack of sex was causing another head on his body to control him. Pulling his leg back from between her legs, he straightened up a little and turned towards the band, forcing himself to get lost in the music.
 
He felt the mood in their booth change almost instantly, his sister taking his reaction as a rebuke, though he hadn’t meant it that way at all. Derek had liked what they were doing, this little flirtation back and forth, but it confused him too. He’d always seen Lilly as his little sister, the one he was sworn to protect and keep safe, but now she was all grown up and so not acting like the little girl he remembered from the past. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, her voice completely depressed, he gave an absent nod and then swore softly to himself the minute she was out of sight. His fist punched the booth with emphasis, his frustration coming out, and he swore again.

The waitress must have seen the action because she was at his table in a flash, her hip jutting out and her shirt riding up just a notch. “Problems in paradise, Sugar?” she asked with a honey sweet voice, a brilliant smile directed at him. “You know, if you’re lady friend doesn’t want you, I might be up for a little fun when I get off shift.” Derek brought his gaze up her body slowly, a cocky little grin on his face for an instant and then he wiped it off. “Thank you for the offer, darling” he said “but thinks are just a bit…confusing….right now. Might not be the best time for us.” He matched her smile with one of his own as his gaze flickered over her again, letting her know he found her attractive, even if he didn’t want to hook up. The woman hummed playfully and reached out to tap him on the forehead. “Suit yourself, cutie but know if it doesn’t work out, I don’t mind sloppy seconds.” Winking at him, she turned and moved to another table to wait on them.

That simple little exchange had improved his spirits a little and there was a smile on his face when Lilly returned, thumping her lithe body down on her seat. The words began to flow instantly, though they took on a completely different tone than before, and when she was done, he grimaced. “Patience? You’ve been running late all damn day, sis and it’s your own lazy fault.” Reaching across the table, he yanked the phone from her hands and closed it up, tucking it away in his pocket. “Oh, ho, there’ll be none of that my text crazed beauty, not while you’re out on a date with me.” The minute the words were out, his heart sped up, which confused him even more. Was he going to flirt with her or not, he asked himself, because this back and forth crap was just gonna drive him nuts. Leaning over the table, he batted his eyelashes at her. “Unless…of course…you think you can get your phone back from me”. Given where he tucked it, he doubted she would even try but he enjoyed the little tease nonetheless.

Just then the waitress swept back in, her hands full of food, and started distributing it. The aroma alone made his stomach grumble and after receiving a muttered thanks, she was gone. “Mmmm, this smells delicious. Dig in, my little brat, and see that I’m not lying to you.” Staring down at his mash potatoes an impish thought entered his mind and he couldn’t resist, his finger dipping in and scooping some up. Before she could react, he reached across the table and smeared some of it on her lips, the action sending a bolt of fire down his spine. “There….your first taste of something white…and creamy” he said, giving her a wink. As he dug into his steak next, his heart was pounding but his brain was boiling, his conscience warring with his inner devil. He knew he was sending mixed signals to her and he should stop but he wasn’t entirely sure how.
 
Those lips of hers would be the death of him, he suddenly realized as his gaze locked onto that pouty look she gave him. God, how were guys not crawling all over his sister, he silently wondered then immediately beat himself up over the thought. His mind was confused but his body wasn’t as he slowly studied her, watching as she gave a funny look to their waitress, wondering what that was about but not daring to ask, not after the conversation he’d had with the woman already. It was the mashed potatoes prank that seemed to take things to another level though he never quite figured out why it torqued her the way it had. He’d been hoping to see her tongue slide out and slowly lick it off but instead she’d used her napkin, glaring at him.

What happened next caught him by surprise and shocked him to his core, causing his heart to race like a locomotive out of control. His nimble little sister wasted no time moving to his side of the booth and leaning a sexy little hip against his shoulder, pinning him there. The move she used with her hand as she slid it along his thigh took his breath away but when she slipped it into his pocket, he almost hardened on the spot. Thank god he hadn’t swelled to full proportions though or she’d have gotten more of a feel than she’d bargained for, much to her own shock no doubt. The minute she spoke though he knew he had to rise to the challenge and turn up the heat, speaking as soon as she was back in her seat. “God, Lilly, don’t fucking do that. You almost gave me a damn woody! It’s been sooooooo long since anyone’s touched me there…well, other than my own hand of course.”

Winking at her then, he moved back to his meat and slowly cut it up, taking bite after bite. He let a few minutes go by and then he made the next move in this little game they were playing, his foot coming up to rub along the inside of her thigh, returning that tease with one of his own. How he wished in that moment that he wasn’t wearing his loafers; the touch would have been far more intimate. He watched her closely as he did it, first moving up and then slowly pulling back until his foot was back on his side of the booth. “Glad you like the food, sis. Never, ever doubt your big brother. It’s a universal rule.” Laughing softly, he went back to his food while the band blasted away in the background.
 
He kept his head down after that foot stunt, making sure she couldn’t see the little Cheshire cat grin until he’d managed to wipe it away. Though he hadn’t gotten a verbal reaction out of her from the touch, he’d seen the way her body jerked and her face all but bugged out. When he heard her legs shift under the table he braced, expecting the same sort of gesture on her part or, worse, a swift kick to the nuts. When neither came, he figured she’d simply covered up so that he couldn’t do that again. That brought another smile to his lips but it came at the same time he talked so when he raised his head he let her see it. “Yea, yea, I suppose I see your point. I mean, there are worse things then taking a pretty girl on a date” he murmured as he reached out and brushed fingers across her hand again.

Before he could think of another way to crank up the heat, their waitress arrived and started to hand her check to Derek only to have it yanked from her grip by his sis. The comment she made caused him to snort and he couldn’t help but feel that smile grow. He’d always enjoyed that sarcastic wit that his sister employed on a regular basis and she was in full form that night. The waitress simply glared at her and then, as she turned, gave him a wink, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Derek felt his heart race when he realized he’d just been given an open invitation but then Lilly stood and his attention spun back to her. With their meal over, it was clear she wanted to go, something that saddened him a bit. He’d been hoping they could talk some more but clearly that last stunt he’d pulled had gone too far and she was ready to get home.

They left the restaurant quickly, exiting in the damp humid air, Lilly in front and Derek behind, his gaze glued to the sway of her hips. He barely got his attention higher when she spun around, a quizzical look on his face. The mention of the pool sent a thrill of energy coursing through him as he wondered what his little sister looked like in a bikini…or a one piece if she was a bit more demure. Somehow he didn’t think it was a one piece though so his imagination took off from there. Shaking himself out of it a few moments later, he grinned. “Oh, it’s heated, at least at night. As for my body…well, you’ll just have to see for yourself, my little pet”. That last bit was thrown into his words to get a rise out of her but he had to admit, the idea of dominating his sister jacked his arousal up even higher. As his mind continued to parade images of Lilly in a skin tight bikini through his head, Derek brushed passed her and reached the Durango first.

Once they were out on the street, heading for home, he glanced over at her. “Hey, sis, have you ever gone skinny dipping before?” He’d never done it himself, not even in his wild child days, but he was curious about her. Not that he expected that to happen that night, or even ever, but it was just one thing he’d always wondered about her. They reached his house in no time flat – he’d been driving just a tad fast – and the first thing he noticed was that Angie’s car wasn’t at the curb. “Huh” he murmured, staring at the empty space. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves at the moment.” Hopping out of the car, he had a brief thought of worry for his wife, knowing she’d been drinking when he left but then he washed it from his mind. Popping open the door he headed for the stairs, glancing back at her. “Last one to the pull buys the next dinner!” he said, right before he sprinted up the stairs, stripping off his shirt as he went.
 
Derek cackled when he heard her shouted words; of course he had cheated, that had been the whole point from the get go. Reaching his bedroom door, now completely shirtless, he bounded in, nothing even bothering to close it. Rifling through his drawers, he found a pair of swim trunks – ones that were a deep midnight blue with tiny bolts of lightning cascading through it – and quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off. He heard Lilly’s door open and close during that time but he didn’t slow down, leaving the pants and boxers where he’d left them and slipping on the trunks. Turning, he grabbed two huge towels from the bathroom closet and slipped back out into the hallway, making tracks down it. As he passed Lilly’s room, he could hear her moving about and he grinned, knowing he’d be the first one out.

Once he reached the pool, the towels were tossed onto some lounge chairs and he dropped to his knees at the edge, his hand dipping in. The water was luke warm, which was nice, but he decided to turn it up just a notch. Finding the control panel near the pool shed, he adjusted the temps and then dove in, wanting to get wet and wash off some of the sweat that had sprung up during their heated dinner. As he swam a lap then two, his mind drifted to Lilly as he wondered what she’d choose to wear. Would it be something sexy or something more modest than that? He’d always known that she was shy about her figure so he couldn’t wait to see what she’d chosen. No matter what it was, he knew he would like it because, hands down, Lilly was ten times sexier than his wife though he probably wouldn’t say that out loud.

He’d just emerged from the pool when he heard the sliding glass doors open and a whistle ring out. As water cascaded down his muscular chest and his swim trunks plastered to his upper legs, his gaze found his sister’s and then swept slowly over her. It wasn’t something he did consciously, because it wouldn’t have been appropriate between brother and sister, but something his body did on reflex. His gaze roamed slowly, moving from top to bottom, taking her in. Whistling to himself, he found his heart beating just a little bit faster. “Gag?” he finally managed to say. “Hell no. More like pick my jaw up off the floor. You’ve truly grown up, sis….like….in a hot, sexy way.” The minute the words were out, he blinked and felt his mouth dry out. Walking towards her, his steps sure and deliberate, he closed the distance between them, stopping mere inches from her.

“Seriously, Lilly, you look stunning in that bikini. You always were beautiful to me though…this just proves it.” His hand itched to reach out and slowly trace that bikini strap down to her chest, then tease the upper swell of her breasts, but he held back instead bringing a hand up to brush against her cheek, sliding a strand of hair back behind her ear. He stepped back then because he didn’t trust himself in the least, not when his shaft was already twitching beneath his trunks. Looking at her as he walked backwards, he crooked a finger and beckoned her. “Come join me in the pool…sexy….if you dare.” With that, he reached the edge and dropped off it, sending up a splash of water. While he waited for her, he began to swim laps again, moving back and forth across the pool with ease.
 
The minute he dropped into the heated water and let it flow over his head, Derek began to try and calm his body down. Seeing his sister in that sexy little bikini, the material covering up just enough skin to be decent but leaving plenty for his imagination to play with, had really done a number on him. His words alone came dangerously close to crossing that line but when he’d touched her, and felt a zing of electricity shoot through him, he knew he was in trouble. Having sexual fantasies about your sister was one thing but feeling it so strongly he came oh so close to doing something about it was another entirely.

Stopping his lap at the far side of the pool, he watched as she moved towards it, his gaze watching the light sway of her hips. When she sat down on the edge and put her legs in, the urge to swim up between them was almost too much to resist but somehow he managed, groaning a little. His mind wouldn’t let up in the least, picturing Lilly sitting there with nothing on at all, her open legs an invitation to come and feast on her molten core; it wasn’t until he closed his eyes and pictured their grandmother that he felt the hormones recede enough that he could finally think clearly. When he opened them again, he saw that Lilly was swimming towards him, her lithe figure cutting the water with ease.

When she settled next to him, her head on her arms, a look of innocence turned towards him, he couldn’t help but smile. It washed away the minute she spoke though, chased away by the bitter thoughts that her words brought on. “We’ve had this discussion before, sis. She has my finances by the balls. I’ve worked too hard to lose it all just because my wife turned out to be a bitter, ugly, hateful hag. I can suck it up as long as she can.” Of course, he knew that it was easier for her since she had fuck buddies on the side, something he’d refused to do, but still, he was man enough to outlast her. Glancing at Lilly after that, he got a playful grin and then swung around behind her, one hand and both feet against the edge to hold himself up. Reaching out, his fingers slid into her wet hair and began to straighten it, just like he’d always done for her when she was a little kid. He was acutely aware of the fact that her ass was very close to his crotch and that if he moved just so, he’d brush against her but he held back.

“You know, I’ve thought about doing what she does – going out and finding some woman to fuck – but I just can’t do it. If I’m going to be with someone, it’s going to be someone I truly care about, you know?” His voice had lowered as he spoke, his gaze fixated on her hair, his finger tips brushing against the nape of her neck each time he straightened it. He grew quiet than and pulled his hand loose then slowly slid it down her arm to her wrist. “But enough serious shit for now. It’s time for a dunking!” With that, he shifted, the hand holding him up locking onto her second wrist too. Kicking off from the pool, he pulled her wrists free from the ledge and wrapped his legs around her waist, using his momentum to dunk them both. The minute they submerged, he used his legs to pull her close enough that her butt rested against his trunks, and then spun them. Finally, he pulled away, rocketing to the surface, sputtering for air, a laugh bubbling from his lips.
 
The water cascaded down his face and Derek brushed it away with his hands, a smile on his face. Dunking her had felt awesome, as if they were kids again, and had put some sun back into his life. Of course, it was made all the better when she came bursting through the water after him, the vindictive words flying from her lips. Lilly was sputtering mad and it showed but it just made his grin that much wider. He knew that she was angry he’d stopped the serious conversation but it was one they’d had before and the ending never changed. It wouldn’t until he decided to do something about it and that day hadn’t come yet.

When she swam to the edge and pulled herself up, her butt sitting firmly on the lip, his gaze tracked every movement, including the way her slim legs kicked towards him. For the first time as he stared at his sister, he wondered if things might be changing between them, even just a little. Sure, they were grown up now and older, more mature, but that night…there had been a little more. A certain zing that went through him every time he looked at her or when they touched; it was clear how his body reacted to all of it and as he stared at the water cascading down her body, he realized that maybe his heart was reacting a little bit too.

Her words drew a laugh from him, one that matched her own, and he shook his head. “Because I’m the big brother, Lilly. It’s my job!” Her next words drew his attention to the house and he groaned when he realized that his wife had returned, no doubt smelling like sex. That quickly, the magic between the two of them ended as Lilly leaped to her feet, saying good night. The words cast a dark shadow over his mood instantly; even the sight of her full body encased in that little black bikini wasn’t enough to bring a smile back and when she wrapped the blanket around her, he nodded. “Alright, Lilly. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Angie emerged then and spat a few choice words at him, one of which struck a nerve. Grabbing the edge of pool he hauled himself out and strode towards her quickly, ignoring the fact that she had turned to go back into the house. Reaching out, he grabbed his wife by the shoulder and yanked her backwards into his arms, plastering his wet form against her. Taking a sniff, he wrinkled his nose and turned towards the pool. “From the smell of things, my wife has already had her needs met. How many was it this time, Angie? Just one or did you fuck two?” Taking a few steps towards the pool, he placed his mouth at her ear and spoke again. “Never call my sister a slut, Angie or you’ll get much worse than this, I promise you.” With that, he shoved his wife away from him, sending her tumbling over the edge of the pool, her arms flailing as a startled yell left her lips. A wave of water shot into the air as her body hit and he turned towards the house, laughing all the way. When he reached the second floor, he heard the shower running and an instant thought of joining her, one that had his hand on the door before he realized it. Shaking it off, he slipped into his room and grabbed a towel, quickly stripping down and drying off while he figured out what to do with the rest of his night.
 
Derek stood in the bathroom, towel around his waist, and sighed in exasperation. He’d been hell bent on getting upstairs after throwing his wife in the pool but now that he was here, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself next. A shower hadn’t been on his mind at first but now that he smelled the chlorine that clung to his skin and hair, he thought better of it and with a few flicks of his wrists he had the water flowing and his body underneath it, letting the steam fill the stall and fog up the glass. Closing his eyes, he relished the heat for a moment but his attention was soon caught by the muffled of sounds of someone stomping their way through his bedroom.

When the bathroom door slammed open, the door knob crushing the wall, he jumped in surprise and peered through the glass, barely seeing a dripping wet Angie. “You fucking asshole” she spit out, her words vindictive. “For that little stunt, you can spend the night fucking your slut of a sister for all I care. I’m going to spend it in the arms of one of my lovers – at least he knows how to treat me right.” Turning on her heel, she stomped from the room and he heard drawers opening and closing then the sound of footsteps moving away. Shaking his head, his mind now full of images of Lilly thanks to his wife, Derek leaned against the stall wall. He didn’t care that his wife was leaving for the night – it wouldn’t be the first time after all and certainly not the last – but did she have to plant that said in his head at the same time.

The images came fast and furious, of he and his sister in all sorts of compromising positions, and nothing he did could stop it. He felt himself grow hard and his hand circled his shaft but then he yanked it away with a groan. That wasn’t happening again, not to images of his sister filling his brain. Once was enough that day. Grabbing a bar of soap he scrubbed down quickly and then worked on his hair, getting it nice and clean. Finally stepping out, he grabbed a towel and dried off before wrapping it around his waist and entering his room. The first thing he saw was the pile of Angie’s wet clothes on his side of the bed, the water drenching the covers and sheets. Laughing, he shook his head. Clearly she’d discovered what he had done earlier.

Dropping the towel, he grabbed a pair of jeans from his dresser and then pulled on a snug tee-shirt before brushing his fingers through his wet hair. A glance at the clock told him it wasn’t very late despite the darkness outside so with a sigh, he headed out. When he saw the dampness on the floor, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the sound bouncing off the walls. Pausing at Lilly’s door, he tilted his ear and gave a listen, not hearing anything. Was she asleep already? He briefly considered barging in on her like she had done him but thought better of it and instead rapped on the door. “Hey, Lil, you doing anything in there? We’re alone again and I thought maybe you’d want to watch a movie or something.”
 
He waited patiently, hearing movement, and hoped that he hadn’t woken her. It was early but she’d had a long ride so maybe she’d been more tired than he thought; he’d originally figured her plan of going to bed had been more because of Angie than anything else but maybe not. When the door finally opened, she poked her head out and smiled at him. Her words caused his heart beat to jump and his fingers to tingle but he managed to keep all that from his face, simply smiling in return. His gaze had noted the slight tinge to her cheeks and the fact that her body was encased in a snug tank top that made it clear there was nothing underneath and a pain of cute little pajama pants.

Swallowing, he tamped down the sudden surge of desire that shot through his body and almost left him breathless, then managed to speak a few words at last. “Something good, huh? You might be pressing your luck there. I’m a guy after all.” Another tingle shot through him when she poked his hard chest and he turned to go before he completely lost it, giving her one last glance over his shoulder when he hit the top of the steps. When she was finally out of sight, Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath than another, trying to will his body to calm down and forget about the heat that was filling it. Every step he took that put him further from her helped but he knew deep down inside it was going to be a lost cause. She pushed his buttons by simply being near and being herself.

Making his way to the living room he began to rifle through his movies, which consisted of a good mix of old ones and newer ones. Picking one up, he tossed it aside then grabbed for another, repeating the gesture. It took him sometime to decide but he finally settled on an old one. No doubt she’d seen it a million times just like he had but he knew Lilly liked action flicks as much as he did so Top Gun would suit them well for that night. It was fast paced, had good chemistry between the characters, and of course that hot sex scene between Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis. The minute the idea of sex entered his head, the images started pouring in again, drawing a low moan from his lips. The idea of pinning his sister to the couch and claiming her slick little pussy as his was far more arousing than it should have been and he knew he tented his pants.

When he heard her voice, he just about jumped out of his skin but he managed to mask it and slowly turn towards her. He could do nothing about the hard on that he knew bulged just below the surface of his clothes so he just tried to ignore it, hoping she wouldn’t see. His gaze caught the light bounce of her breasts under her tank top when she hopped over the back of the couch and instantly he felt himself twitch. Groaning inwardly, he somehow managed to hold it together long enough to speak. “Yea, I’m sure you’ve seen it before but I always like it and I think you will too. It’s Top Gun.” With that, he turned and popped it into the DVD player, grabbed the remote, and then plopped down onto the couch next to her. The cushion sunk in from the force of his drop, causing her body to bump into his.
 
As her weight settled against his for a moment, caused by his sudden drop, his mind was locked on one word that she had said. Fucking. It was such an interesting word, used so many different ways, but when his mind was already locked onto sordid images of the two of them doing the horizontal mambo and his cock was already hard and throbbing, that single word was so not needed. She’d used it anyway though and it sent those images of his into a higher orbit, his body now thrumming on the inside. That hard on that he hadn’t wanted wasn’t going away anytime soon, not with her warm body resting against his and Lilly making jokes about cuddling together.

He saw her eyes flick downward at one point and knew she must have seen his current state but there was little he could do about it. When she began to squirm a little bit, supposedly getting settled, he stole a peek out of the corner of his eye, wondering if there was more to all that movement than she was letting on. The idea that perhaps his swollen condition might be turning his sister on only worsened it for him, that bulge now fairly noticeable to the naked eye. She’d be blind if she didn’t see it but if she did, he never knew as she gave no outward sign. “Oh, trust me, if I wanted to cuddle, I’d have your body pressed against mine, little sis, not sitting on the couch watching a movie.” The words were out before he could stop them but she didn’t acknowledge them, causing a sigh of relief.

The movie began to play then, distracting both of them, and soon they were lost to it, each engrossed in the story. She had moved away a little by then, putting some space between them, and he in turn was finally able to soften inside his pants and get some relief. He laughed when she made a comment about doing bad things to Tom Cruise but inside he secretly wished that comment was about him, a thought he cut off as quickly as he could. His body, and his mind, were doing fine until the movie headed down that path, the one he knew had been coming. Almost as if she knew it too, Lilly chose that moment to lean up against him, her head resting on his shoulder. The warmth of her body began to seep through his clothes and his hand itched to either reach out and take hers or to lightly stroke the leg that was pressed against him.

When the sex scene hit, full of passion and heat, his heart began to beat wildly and that hard on came flaring back twice as hard, his cock now tenting his pants. Movement beside him drew his gaze downward and he saw his sister press her thighs together tightly, her body rocking a little. In that instant, he knew she was on fire on the inside, her arousal no doubt as great as his own and he suspected that it had less to do with the movie than one would think. The idea that her mind could be filled with the same sort of images that his might and that maybe she was wrestling with the same feelings…well, it was empowering to say the least. Without thinking about – because if he had he would have stopped himself – he slid his hand forward and rested it on her leg, up near her knee. His fingers began to move then, lightly caressing her leg, touching without violating though one could possibly argue that point.

His body relaxed back against the couch as he licked his lips and swallowed hard, trying to catch both his breath and his voice. “Damn….that sex scene is always so fucking hot. The way their bodies tangle together as he….well….yea….so hot.” His voice trailed off then as he turned his head towards her, his gaze studying her face, tracing over her cheeks and lips. He wanted to reach out and push a strand of hair behind her ear but that meant moving his hand and he rather liked where it sat right then. Instead, he flicked his gaze down over her body, noting the way her tank top clung to her curves and he felt his cock twitch again. Forcing his head back towards the TV, he almost groaned. “What does that scene do to you, Lil?” he asked, his voice a little husky.
 
As he sat there, the warm press of his sister’s body teasing every single sense that he had, Derek didn’t know what to do with himself. His libido warred with his conscience, his mind with his heart, one side telling him to put distance between them and end this thing that was building up and the other half telling him to take her right then and there, to wrap his strong arms around her body and pin her to the couch while rocking his hips against hers in an intimate touch. It was clear that they were both so aroused their bodies were on fire but he wasn’t entirely sure that she felt the same way that he felt in that moment. The scene had been a good one and it alone could be the culprit though deep down inside, Derek suspected it had only added fuel to her blaze, a fact that was confirmed when Lilly finally turned to face him, that same heated hungry look in her gaze that he knew mirrored his own. She was biting her lip, giving him a look that simply jacked his arousal higher, testing the barely there hold he had on his control. The words finally came, followed by a deep red blush that flooded her cheeks, and he could only stare in return, his gaze locked on hers though it wanted madly to trace that quivering form before reaching out and pulling her towards him.

He never had time to act on that impulse though because Lilly was up the next instant and fleeing the room as if chased by a ghost, her swaying hips capturing his attention when he spun to look after her. An exasperated sigh slipped from his lips once she was out of sight and he flopped back on his couch, swearing softly under his breath. Glancing down at his lap, he saw how erect he had become and with another sigh, he pressed at it with his palm, willing it to go down. This thing, whatever it was, was becoming quite complicated because he couldn’t look at Lilly, much less think about her, without feeling desire course through him. Now, after that little confession on her part, he knew they both had the same sorts of feelings inside him and it confused him even more. She was his sister and in some ways was still that little girl that he had helped raise…but in others she was a very grown woman, attractive, sexy, and downright wanton – at least in his own mind.

Would these feelings that were brewing between them ruin what they’d had before though? The thought of losing his sister from his life altogether frightened the living hell out of him and it was that thought that got his aroused body up off the couch and heading for the stairs. If he could just talk to her, maybe get her to understand what he was feeling and why, then they could get past it and keep their friendship alive. He couldn’t lose Lilly, couldn’t imagine her not being part of his life, and he’d do whatever it took to make that happen even if it meant giving up sex entirely. That wouldn’t be all that hard to do since he was married to the wicked witch of the West anyway; maybe if he didn’t masturbate or anything, he could lose his sex drive entirely and she’d not feel the same kinds of thoughts herself.

Even as he had that idea though he knew, deep down, it probably wouldn’t work. He was attracted to his sister on so many levels and he just needed to face that fact, as did she. Shaking his head, he made his way up the stairs and paused outside her bedroom door, his hand reaching for the knob when he heard it. Freezing, he cocked his head and listened a moment, hearing a definite moan followed by a whimper or two. The sounds were very sexual, that much was clear, and instantly he imagined his sister on her bed, her legs spread wide as her fingers plunged into her moist, heated pussy, imagining it was his hard cock fucking her right then. The image drew a tiny moan from his lips, one he stopped by clamping his hand over his mouth, and his body hummed even more, his cock standing at complete and utterly hard attention. There was no way he could talk to her about this now, not with that happening behind her door; if he walked in there right then, her clothes would be ripped from her body before she knew what hit her and he’d be plunging into her depths with heated force.

Turning on his heel, Derek virtually ran down the stairs, his steps heavy, putting as much distance between them as he could. He headed straight for the basement next, stripping off his shirt as he did, letting the cool air roll over his skin, puckering his nipples and sending a shiver down his spine. When he reached the long punching bag, he immediately began pounding it, his fists slamming into the soft leather with force. If he couldn’t work the tension off the pleasant way, then he’d beat his body into submission, punching until he collapsed. His mind wandered as he exercised, thinking of his hag of a wife first – an image he incinerated – and then thinking about his sexy little sister. What he felt for Lilly shocked him – the depth of the emotions and heat – and he wondered how long he’d been having those thoughts and not even known it. She’d been attractive as a teenager, especially when she grew into her womanly body, but he hadn’t been around much then so it hadn’t been a big deal. Now, seeing her for the first time in a while, he realized what he felt might have been there all along but now that she was grown up, it finally reared to the surface. Was that his heart talking though or simply his libido, wanting to finally get laid by someone that he cared about? As his hands pounded the bag, he knew the answer to that but he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it next so he gave up the ghost and just concentrated on his punches, working himself into a frenzy with them. Derek punched and punched for hours, letting the time crawl by, his hands finally becoming to sore to go on. When he finally stopped, his exhausted body simply collapsed on the old couch nearby, passing out almost instantly, the fine sheen of sweat coating his skin.
 
Though he’d collapsed on the couch in exhaustion, Derek didn’t sleep very well, his body tossing and turning as his mind was filled with dreams, almost all of them involving Lilly. They’d been together as a couple in them, doing all the things that two people in love did, which included sex in just about every way and flavor imaginable. He’d woken up twice to find his body rocking against the couch, drawing a groan from his lips, but he’d managed to fall back asleep again once he’d cock to stop swelling. When he finally woke up the next morning, he felt like he’d tied on twenty beers, his body sore and still exhausted. One glance at his hand made him sigh in disgust, the skin cracked and covered with dried blood. He remembered the punching bag then and the way he’d pounded the hell out of it, trying to figure out the confusion in his head.

Sitting on the couch that morning, he still hadn’t figured it out but he knew one thing for sure and that was that he didn’t want Lilly out of his life, not for one minute much less one year or forever. Rolling to his feet, he stretched his aching body and thought of her again, his heart warming instantly. Glancing down, he realized that he wasn’t hard, which caused his gaze to widen. Could what he felt be more than just lust? Was that even possible with a sibling? He knew it was though or he wouldn’t be feeling what he was in that moment. Shaking his head, chuckling lightly, he headed upstairs and found the house completely quiet. Moving to the kitchen, he put a pot of coffee on first then glanced out the window to see that his wife’s car was still missing. That thought brought a grin to his face because he knew it meant more alone time with Lilly, a thought that caused arousal to stir underneath his skin.

Welcoming it this time though, Derek turned and headed for the steps, wanting a nice warm shower to wash the sweat away. Hearing footsteps on the second floor and then water running though, he paused for a moment, knowing his sister was up. A little fear sparked through him at first, wondering what she was thinking that morning, but then he shook it off. Whatever happened, happened, he decided; if what they felt was real, they’d know soon enough but getting there could go as slow as they wanted. The idea of an incestual relationship with his sister was unusual, to say the least, but he knew it was something that had to have crossed both of their minds last night. Waiting until he heard her pad back down the hallway and her door close, he then headed up. As he passed her room he paused and reached out, knocking on it lightly.

“Morning, sexy” he called, pitching his voice loud enough to be heard. The choice of that word, verse her name or her relation, was done on purpose, to let her know he hadn’t forgotten about last night and that he’d come to terms with it in a very good way. “I hope your sleep was…more relaxing….than mine” he added, a little grin sliding into place. Let her think about that one for a bit! “Looks like Angie is still gone, thank god, so we’ll have the morning alone again if we want.” That comment was designed to send a few images her way but it backfired, filling his own mind with a million ways they could spend the time, almost drawing a moan from his lips. “I think I’m going to get in the shower. I’m a bit sweaty and my hands hurt.” He almost laughed then, wondering what she’d be thinking about that. “I’ll see you soon, hon, ok?” With that, Derek headed down the hall and into his room, shedding clothes as he went. Soon the water was steaming and with a satisfied grown, he stepped underneath, his hand wrapping around his swollen shaft almost immediately, sending a loud moan into the air.
 
He lost himself to the heat of the water, letting the droplets cascade down his body, soaking his hair and relaxing his muscles except for one. That one was firmly wrapped in his hand, his grip just holding it, sending sensation after sensation up his spine. The urge to begin pumping it, running his palm up and down its length and teasing the swollen tip was almost too hard to resist but Derek held back all the same. What he wanted wasn’t a palm, or at least not his palm, so he didn’t stroke it lightly although his body wanted desperately to cum, to let off the nervous energy that roiled around inside him. A climax would be just the trick to fool his body into thinking everything was alright, that life could go on as it was, but he knew the feeling wouldn’t last. Things had changed between him and Lilly, changed in a completely huge way, and no matter how much they might be scared or nervous about it, they either had to deal with it, put it behind them, and move on in platonic sibling relationship or they had to embrace it and ride the wave of heat that would come with exploring an intimate relationship between brother and sister, one that would have to remain secret to both their friends and their family, not to mention his wife.

His hand had finally begun to move, slowly sliding up his quivering shaft when a slight draft slid across his back, drawing a frown to his lips. Before he could turn around and see where it had come from, he felt a disturbance behind him and then the soft press of another body against his. Fingers traced his side next and a tiny gasp slipped out from the touch, his body instantly on alert. Though he couldn’t see her, he knew instantly that his sister had just joined him. The voice that came next confirmed it, her words soft and timid, pleading with him to not be mad, followed by the light touch of her lips against his skin. His cock twitched instantly, swelling even more, but he got a tight grip on it and just held on, not entirely sure what was happening right then. His body froze in place as thoughts swirled through his head. Mad? No, no, he wasn’t mad at all. Shocked and surprised perhaps because if anyone was going to take this step, he was pretty damn sure it was going to be him, not her. But she’d taken it and he wasn’t about to stop her, not at all. Her hands touched him then, one moving around to grip his own and pulling it away from his shaft, causing his heart to skip a beat. Instead of taking him herself though, she stepped back, her voice coming out with more soft words.

Swallowing hard, he stood there for a moment with his back to her, thinking things through. She’d taken a huge first step for both of them and if he didn’t turn around, he would probably ruin her. If he did though, things between them would irrevocably change; there’d be no going back from here if he did. Swallowing hard again, he made up his mind and slowly turned, his body thrumming with electricity. He imagined a small look of fear was probably seen in his face but that there also be heat and desire and love there too, all emotions that were warring within his body for dominance and control. Doing exactly as she said, his gaze started at her face, slowly staring into her eyes where he saw the same sort of emotions in her look, a fact that warmed his heart immensely and caused his cock to twitch again. Next he slid down the slopes of her cheeks and stared hard at her plump lips, wanting desperately to smash his against hers then his gaze slid lower, down over the curve of her shoulders until he saw the swell of her breasts. Blinking rapid, he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from touching her, letting his sight take in her rock hard nipples next. After that, he took in the rest of her, letting his heated gaze smolder with love, need, and lust.

When he was finally done, he raised his head and offered her a soft smile, one where his tongue darted out to lick his lips though they were already wet from the shower. “I want you to stay, Lilly” he finally whispered, his body trembling at just the thought. “But I’m not done looking at you just yet.” With that, his strong hands reached out and took her shoulders, turning her around so that he could see her backside, his gaze slowly roaming over her. Every physical part of his sister was perfect in his eyes, with just the right amount of curves and womanly shape to attract his attention. When it was added with her personality, he knew she was perfect for him. Kneeling down behind her, he flicked his tongue as if to lick her ass but held back just a touch, finally placing a delicate little kiss on her lower spine, just above the swell of her rear. He placed another one higher up, just the tiniest of touches, and then moved to her shoulder next. His fingers touched first, lightly tracing the tattoo but then his tongue followed next, doing the same thing but a bit more heated. A whimper left his lips then, one he tried to hold back but couldn’t, and it drew a shiver up his spine.

Finally standing, he pressed in close behind her, letting his hard abs rest against her back and his stiff cock tuck in between her cheeks. She had wanted him to look only but he couldn’t do that, not completely. He would, however, take it very slow. With her body resting against his, his arms went around her waist, simply holding her. “Thank you for taking the first step, baby sis” he whispered, hoping the use of the word sis would turn her on like it did him. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I realized I think but it wasn’t until yesterday when I saw you and knew you felt the same way that I truly saw it. This..” his voice cracked for a moment and he had to gather his courage and voice again. “This is….unique….and taboo…..but if we do this, it has to be secret. From our family and friends mostly. I could care less about Angie though best we keep it from her too or she’ll tell the whole world.” He rested his head against hers then, one hand sliding up to spread his fingers along her flat stomach and the other staying around her waist. “Are you sure….really sure….this is what you want also?” The question had to be asked though he hated it; the last thing he wanted to do was give her a chance to back out now but it was the right thing to do.
 
The wait felt like an eternity, one that he wasn’t sure he was going to survive, but finally Lilly turned in his arms and looked up at him, something unknown in her gaze. He searched that expression, trying to swim through her eyes all the way to her soul, wondering what she was thinking in her mind and feeling in her heart and how it would affect him. It was obvious that she felt just as much as he did but taking that first step and then continuing the journey were two very different things. If she turned away now, left him there with nothing to grasp onto, he thought he would float away and become nothing though he suspected that was his brain being just a bit dramatic. The feel of his hard cock resting between them, trapped by their heated skin, was torture in the worst way and he almost took a step back to free it but held that impulse in.

Cocking his head to the side, the warm water beating down on his face, he watched and listened as she spoke, the words barely a whisper of breath. That first sentence about did him in, the knowledge that she’d felt that way for a while lighting a bonfire under his heart, causing it to beat far too rapidly. His breath hitched as she continued, her conviction in what she wanted almost overwhelming him. He could have thought the situation to death, driving his mind mad with what-ifs but all thought fled from him when his sister leaned up and pressed her lips to his. It was just a touch, the barest of brushes, but it felt like his world exploded and a soft moan left his lips as his eyes closed. Taking another deep breath, he reached out and slipped a hand behind her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and drew her closer. When his gaze locked on hers again, he smiled softly. “You have no idea..” he paused, swallowing hard as he fought against the emotions that threatened to swamp him “..how much that means to me, Lilly” he said. “But if you call that a kiss, we need to have a serious talk.” As the grin slipped into place, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a heated kiss, all the passion he felt pouring out. Skin crushing against skin, delivered by a moan of pleasure that was heart felt, he tasted his sister for the second time.

When he finally broke away, sucking in a huge lungful of air, he could only smile like an idiot. “Now that…..was a kiss. And it’s all you’re going to get right now” he said with a twinkle in his eye. Motioning to the water, he reached for a bar of soap and began to suds it up. “We have this perfectly nice, hot shower soaking into our skin and we’re actually going to use it for what it’s meant for….this time.” With one hand, he took hers and pulled her towards the other end of the shower, where the water hit them less and then turned her around. “Now, close your eyes and let me do my work, dear sis, or we’ll get all wrinkled and look like old prunes.” Not waiting for her answer, his hands fell to her neck, moving her hair out of the way first, and began to work the soap into her skin. It felt divine to finally be touching her and anyone that thought it wasn’t intimate would have been a fool. They were brother and sister showering together – which as a clue in and of itself – but when his fingers touched her skin and sent tingles crashing through his body, there was no doubt that it was more.

Her neck done, he slowly worked on her shoulders next, giving a massage as well as cleaning, then began to work his way down her back. When he reached her butt, he added more soap and then slowly began to clean it too, letting his hands massage her cheeks with a light touch. He knew it had to be driving her nuts but he couldn’t help it, he simply had to touch her. Down his legs he went after that, starting at her inner thighs and working his way down and then back up again, his fingers coming dangerously close to touching her heated core but not doing it. After that, he moved to her stomach, scrubbing it good before taking care of her sides. Her breasts were last and he started by lightly drawing his fingers along their undersides, tracing her soft mounds lightly before moving up and slowly drawing his palms across her nipples. There was no massage or grope, not this time, a reality that was driving him nuts and would probably do the same to her. Finally his hands fell away from her body and he placed a delicate kiss against the back of her neck. “Your turn. Remember, keep it innocent” he murmured as he stepped away, barely smothering the snicker that was on his lips.
 
He knew that he’d taken his time washing her, his hands flowing smoothly over her body, giving a thorough massage at the same time but he wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to do in return. Derek had seen the look on her face, heard the little gasps that came from her lips, and he knew the game he had played had been pure torture for her, to know that he was touching her but not the way she wanted. In truth, he’d barely been able to hold back himself, to keep that wash as innocent as he’d wanted; her body was too perfect in his eyes and his love for her too strong to not have pulled her into his arms and taken them both to the land of bliss yet somehow he resisted. And now he had a feeling he was in for it, both from the words that she spoke and the look she got in her gaze. He met it with a smirk of his own. “Bring it on, sis. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She caught him by surprise immediately, starting at his front while facing him instead of repeating the method he had used, and he found his lips quirking into a grin immediately. Lilly never looked at him the entire time, her gaze focused solely on the skin under her fingertips, but Derek watched, watched with a blazing heat in his eyes and desire roaring through him. Her hands were soft, almost tender, as she massaged his skin, working the soap suds in nice and fine. His chest tingled the instant she touched it and he was forced to bite his lip to keep the moan from coming out. Slowly she worked her way downward, touching, teasing, caressing until her own body began to slip down into a squatting position. His blistering hard cock knew what was coming and couldn’t wait, the muscle twitching in need and desire but Lilly all but ignored it. Though her face was now level with his groin, her eyes never looked at the swollen shaft that stood at attention right before her; no, instead she ignored it, dancing her hands up his inner thighs so close to his sensitive balls that he couldn’t help but moan.

Images of his hand reaching out and grabbing her head, pulling her forward until the tip of his cock pressed between her lips, drew another moan and he longed to feel her tongue or her lips touch him. He was actually panting a little, slightly out of breath at the thought, his hips giving little mini micro jerks almost. She continued on down his legs next and then turned him around, her fingernails scraping over his ass. That touch alone drew a deep moan from his lips and caused his body to jerk, almost triggering a climax. He managed to stop himself in time though and took slow deep breaths to calm his nerves, telling himself she was going to pay for that, in a good way of course. His eyes closed as she worked his upper body and his neck, her fingers working miracles, and he lost himself in her touch. When she finally finished and stepped back under the spray of the shower, he finally opened his eyes and took a deep breath, turning so he could see her.

She was standing there, staring at him, a look of pure heat in her gaze, one he matched equally. Her back arched then as her hands came up, teasing along her skin, and his breath sucked in, wondering what she was going to do next. When one hand slid back downward, pressing between her legs, he thought his heart would stop. She was teasing him unmercifully while cleaning the one area he hadn’t touched and it was driving him nuts. Two could play at that game though, he thought, and so he lathered his hands up and slowly gripped his shaft, his eyes boring into hers. Slowly he began to stroke his swollen cock, his palm gliding up and down it, causing a moan to slip out. His eyes closed for a moment as he touched himself, visions of his sister filling his mind, but when he felt himself close to the edge, he slowly pulled away and looked at her again, letting his desire slow back down just enough.

As he blinked water from his eyes, lust swirled within him but overshadowing that was also love, a love so strong and deep that it almost scared him. In all the years he’d been with his wife, he’d never felt the kind of love he felt when he looked at Lilly and he knew, in that single instant, that this was right. His sister stirred his emotions, charged his body, and filled his heart so full he thought he’d burst and it was a feeling he never wanted to lose. Swallowing hard, his cock still swollen, Derek stepped back under the water until he was only inches away from her. Reaching out with both hands, he slowly began to trace her shoulders, his fingers running along and down them, caressing her arms next. His finger tips played with hers for a second before his hands moved to her sides and slowly came upward, barely touching them. His gaze was on her body now, not her face, and he licked his lips, desire flaring higher and higher.

When he reached her shoulders again, he drew his fingers towards her neck, lightly tracing the hollow at her throat and then brought them downwards, both hands splitting apart so they could slide to her breasts, following their sensual curves. The soft flesh gave under his touch just a little and though he wanted to cup them completely he refused to do it. This was their first time together and he wanted to take it slow, to simply enjoy the moment. Around her breasts his tips went, tracing them completely and then dragging over the top to circle her hardened nipples next. His breath was coming faster now and his cock strained to reach her but he ignored both, drawing his fingers together and pulling them back towards him so that he tugged on those taut nubs just a touch. Finally, one hand moved beyond her soft mounds and slid down her stomach while the other one moved to her hip as he leaned forward even more, his chest now brushing against her breasts. Raising his head, he met her gaze and held it, a soft smile on his lips. “Lilly…I….I don’t want our first time to be in the shower” he murmured quietly. “But if w-we don’t relieve this tension that we feel, we’ll never be able to talk about our future.” He took a deep breath then and licked his lips, never wavering in his gaze. “L-let’s take care of each other together, baby….at the same time.” With those words, he slid his hand between his sister’s legs and slowly stroked her moist folds while his gaze darted down to his hard cock, letting her know what he meant.
 
The moment had finally arrived for them, that next step on their journey, one that would see a much needed release from their pleasurable agony. As his fingers dipped between her legs, he lightly stroked over her folds, the barest of touches and caresses to start with then moving a little firmer. He traced her heated slit, his fingers memorizing every detail, stroking, petting, touching. She was swollen, hot, and moist, her juices steadily flowing as her arousal heightened and he knew exactly how she felt. This hadn’t been planned, it wasn’t a seduction in the traditional sense, but they were here all the same, taking those first steps on a journey that would seal their fate. It was one that he welcomed, accepted with open arms, and one that called to him like none other. Nothing else in his world mattered in that moment, nothing but his sister, and so he closed his eyes and let his fingers explore.

That first soft moan was like the sound of a rain drop on a scorching hot day, promising relief and an ecstasy, and his body ate it up, taking in that sound and filling his heart and soul with it. The weight of her head on his shoulders was a welcome touch but it was those soft fingers that made his blood sing, the dance between them beginning when she closed around his swollen shaft and gave it a light stroke. Everything in his mind blanked out at that point, leaving nothing left but the two of them, brother and sister and that erotic, intimate moment they shared. A soft moan left his lips, joining hers, his body nearly shaking where he stood, his nerves ready to burst. The entire moment couldn’t have been choreographed better if they’d tired; it was simply too perfect and belonged just to them, one they would remember forever.

They worked together as the spray of water grew colder around them, both hands working steadily, playing the other like a finely tuned instrument, each approaching the abyss at their own pace. Derek knew he wouldn’t last long, could only hope to not embarrass himself in fact, especially when her actions became more forceful. The feel of her palm gripping him tightly and stroking with firm strokes almost proved to be too much, especially when she slid over his tip. Pre-cum was leaking profusely now, his cock having almost reached its peak, and yet they continued, each holding out for as long as they could. Where she teased and tortured, he returned the same, his fingers pressing against her clit and rubbing it profusely, drawing a whimper and a brush of her hips then slipping back to her slit and tracing it some more, this time pressing inward. The urge to penetrate her pussy, to slide into her warmth and plunge a finger in and out was so strong that he almost drooled but he vowed to himself that when that happened, it would be his hard cock doing the work, not a thick strong finger.

His sister was the first to break, her body grinding down on his fingers, seeking, needing, wanting. When her voice whispered his name, he knew it had come, that climax that washed over her hard. Her whimpers and moans filled his ears and sent his desire into orbit, her body rocking against him hard as her cum washed over his skin. As her nails dug into his neck, her fingers tightened on his shaft and he gasped, a surge of energy crashing through him. “Lil-ly” he murmured, finding his heart beating too fast and his breath almost out. “S-Stroke harder, baby. I’m s-so close.” She must have heard him even though she rode the wave of pleasure because her hand tightened again and began to move fast, pumping his swollen shaft for all she was worth. It was exactly what he needed as his hips began to move, his control finally slipping. The orgasm came so hard and fast, his body jerked and his head tossed back, a strangled moan flying forth. That hot seed that had been boiling just below the surface began to spurt out, covering her palm completely and splashing against her stomach and legs.

When his senses finally came back to him and Derek could see again, he lowered his head and stared at her, the heat finally gone, replaced a love so bright that he swelled inside with it. Resting his forehead against hers, her virtually purred, his body so sated he couldn’t believe it. “Lilly…my god….that….that…” Shaking his head, he began to laugh. “That was so fucking fantastic I’m at a loss for words.” He closed his eyes again, taking a few deep breaths, willing his heart to finally slow and when he looked at her again, a calmer man existed. Cupping her chin, he raised her face up so their gazes locked and he smiled, his happiness and love obvious. “Lilly….what we just shared…..I haven’t cum like that since I was a teenager. Baby….god…I love you so much.” With that, he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss, exploring her mouth and tongue with his, simply enjoying what they had. When he finally parted, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, he grinned. “I don’t know about you but I think I’m getting a little cold. Let’s get out of here. We can wash me off you at the sink.” His gaze dropped then, taking in the cum that covered her skin before his hand reached around and cut off the water then took hers and drew her out of the shower. He didn’t know what the future would hold for them now but he knew he was looking forward to it, one step at a time.
 
The minute his body slid from the safety of the shower, a cold chill swept over his skin. He hadn’t realized just how hot the water had been, not with Lilly in there with him, and now he wished he was back under the spray…or sprawled in bed with her warm body curled against his. Turning to look over his shoulder when she spoke, he gave her a crooked grin. “Oh, I don’t know, I sort of like the way that looks on you” he murmured, heat flaring in his gaze. “Feels sort of like I’ve marked you as mine…though I plan to do that in other ways too.” His grin widened as he thought about marking her with his teeth and lips, choosing different places each time, and couldn’t help the surge of desire that shot through him.

One that seemed to grow even more when he watched her step clear of the shower, his gaze tracking every movement of the water that trailed down between her breasts. Swallowing hard, he finally turned away when she moved to the sink, willing his cock not to get hard for a second time. Not that he would mind under normal circumstances – or what now passed for normal for them - but they did need to talk a little bit, to figure out where they went from here, and more sexual intimacy would only delay that. As much as he wanted to move fast, to sweep her off her feet and claim her as his, he also knew it wasn’t that simple, not by a long shot. Especially with his fucked up excuse of a marriage. Thinking about that made him smile; all the years he’d been with Angie – from dating to marriage – he’d never really felt in love. Now, with Lilly, he felt like he had a chance at that for the first time in his life. The fact that she was his sister, his flesh and blood, didn’t faze him in the least though he knew it would others.

As he moved to grab a towel, she moved to wash herself off, a sight he watched avidly, a feeling of happiness welling inside him. Call him crazy but he could live with that, especially if it meant Lilly was in his life. The kiss caught him by surprise but he melted into it, turning an initial brush into a gentle romantic touch, finally pulling away reluctantly. Turning towards the mirror, he brushed his fingers through his hair while she dried off then turned as she spoke again. Studying her for a moment, he let his gaze memorize every detail about her beautiful face and radiant smile, feeling his heart flutter again as desire simmered to the surface. “Well, first, I need to touch you again” he said, the words spoken with an honesty that burned. Reaching out, he slipped his fingers under the edge of her towel and lightly tugged her towards him, being careful not to pull so hard he undid it. When she was mere inches from him, he leaned down and captured her lips again, both hands cupping her cheeks to hold her still. This kiss was a slow, heated one, exploring her lips with his own, his tongue finally pushing through to dance against hers, tasting, touching, needing. It consumed him for a moment and when he pulled away, he could only blink and put a goofy grin on his face.

“Mmmm, I could get used to that every minute of every day” he murmured, his eyes closing for a moment to lock the feelings away. “Ok, on to business now” he said, laughing as he let her go and stepped away. “I’m thinking we need to take care of clothes first….just in case the wicked witch of the west decides to arrive unexpectedly. Then breakfast. I make a mean cheese and mushroom omelet with toast on the side.” He took her shoulders then and started to push her towards the door playfully, his hips bumping her rear every chance it got, keeping that sexual energy coursing between them. Pausing near the side of the bed for a moment, glancing at it with longing, he closed his eyes, letting the images of Lilly flat on back play through his mind. Moaning softly he suddenly moved her again, needing to get her out of that room before he tossed her down and ravaged her. Once she was in the hallway, he stepped away and smiled at her. “And after breakfast….if you’re a good girl….maybe I’ll dine on a little dessert….that will be sprawled out on the table.” Grinning wickedly then, he closed the door on her, laughing the whole way to his closet.

He had no plans for that day so he chose a simple pair of blue jeans that hugged his ass just so and a blue tee-shirt emblazoned with a wolf scene on the front. It was one of his favorites but had seen better days, sporting a few holes here and there though none of them were big ones. Tossing them on the bed, he moved to his dresser next and pulled out a pair of socks, which he put on top, and then reached for some boxers. His hand hesitated part way though and an impish grin came over his face as he shut the drawer without taking any. He didn’t go commando often but he thought that leaving them off might serve as a burning reminder of the arousal that simmered between them. Every movement he made was light of foot, almost as if a great weight had been freed from his shoulders, and soon he was dressed. Exiting the room, he padded down the hallway, his sneakers barely making a sound as he paused outside her door.

“I’m heading down to start getting everything ready, Lil. I’ll see you soon.” Slipping down the stairs, he headed for the kitchen and was soon bustling around, clanging pots and pans. Grabbing the ingredients from the refrigerator, he began to get it all ready as the stove warmed up, his thoughts on his sister. What they had was special, and they’d never have known it existed if she hadn’t taken that first step. The realization that she loved him enough to risk it all swelled his heart. Whistling softly, he waited for her to show up, already enjoying their first breakfast together as a couple and she wasn’t even there yet.
 
Derek was puttering around the kitchen like an old housewife, getting all the food ready too cook and making sure there was plates and silverware set out. He even scrubbed down the counter and the table, wanting no errant crumbs lying about to disturb her. Neither he nor Angie were neat freaks and they tended to put off the cleaning until they just couldn’t stand it anymore. Usually he got to that point first and took care of the house even though once he was finished she usually bitched that he’d done a crappy job. He was so used to ignoring her now it didn’t matter anymore. Thankfully, he’d cleaned right before Lilly had arrived so it wasn’t that bad; a quick swipe of a wet rag to both areas took care of it in no time. When he returned to the counter to rearrange the plates for a second time, the flash of a car outside snapped his head up but it was just a neighbor pulling into their driveway a few doors down.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he calmed his nerves a bit, feeling a bit like a teenage boy with his first girlfriend over to his house. He could almost imagine his parents being in the next room, watching TV while keeping a close eye on him. That thought drew a snicker from his lips when he realized that his parents were really THEIR parents. Oh god, imagine what they’d think of their kids now, he thought as he laughed some more. Pulling himself together, he checked everything one last time and then sighed with relief when he finally heard her footsteps approaching. Glancing over his shoulder as he put the frying pan down on the stove and sliced some butter into it, he grinned. “Just one of my many talents. Though, I confess, my menu is a bit limited.” It was true too – he knew how to make pasta, pancakes, homemade pizza, hot dogs and burgers, and eggs but that was about it. Unless you counted grilling, but there wasn’t much to that…well, at least when his grill was behaving.

Turning back to the stove, he nodded. “I’d like that. And…I plan on doing whatever I can to make Angie want to be gone more than here.” A snicker came out then but he smothered it quickly, not sure how his sister would feel about that. When he heard a tiny thump and felt a small waft of air brush his neck, he glanced over shoulder and almost lost his grip on the eggs he had just picked up. His sister had plopped her rather fine ass on the counter, right next to their plates, and she had her legs crossed. Her BARE legs. Swallowing hard, he stared at those legs, letting his gaze heat up, trying to remember the last time he’d seen her in a skirt. Even when she was a kid, she’d always preferred pants, being the perfect little tomboy. He realized he was staring and slowly raised his gaze, meeting hers. “Nice choice of outfits. Very nice.” He grinned again and then turned back to the pan, cracking the first set of eggs and dropping them in. Once he had them cooking, he grabbed some bread he had stacked up and glanced towards the toaster, realizing it was on the other side of her.

Groaning inwardly, already feeling his desire rise, he moved towards it, trying to ignore her. It wasn’t to be though as his traitorous hand shot out and slowly caressed the entire length of her exposed thigh, from the edge of the skirt to her knee. Instantly he felt himself harden, a fact that he ignored, continuing past her, his hand still tingling. Once the toaster was in, he moved back, his other hand getting in on the act next, this time forcing him to bite his lip. Her skin felt so silky and smooth that he just wanted to touch it non-stop and seeing her sitting there on the counter like that made him want to spread her legs and dive right in. By then the eggs were cooking well though so he let them distract him as he whipped the first omelet into shape. When the toast popped, he almost whimpered but crossed back in front of her, this time his fingers trailing over the tops of her thighs next. “I think I like this skirt idea” he murmured as he walked back, letting the heat in his gaze come out.

The first omelet was finally done and he tossed it onto a plate then quickly worked on the other one. “You know….you’re really tempting me sitting there like that” he said, glancing over his shoulder to flash her a smile and take one more peek at those legs. He could feel his arousal moving from that simmering stage to a full out boil and she wasn’t even doing anything to tempt him! Well, anything other than sitting there looking all innocent when one move of that bare skin would flash him. More toast popped so he walked back in front but this time his hand slid under the skirt and crawled all the way up her thigh to her panty line and then back out again. Smirking now, he caressed the bottoms of her legs on the return trip. He was hoping that all the touches were doing the same to her that it was doing to him but he couldn’t be sure.

Finally the eggs and toast were done so he worked on the hash browns next, quickly finishing them too. He very carefully dumped everything on the plates and turned the stove off then turned back to her. Three quick steps placed him in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Now, the food is done…but it’s going to have to wait just a few minutes because, dear sister, you can’t sit there like that and not expect me to retaliate.” The minute the words were out, his strong grip slowly pulled her top leg off her bottom one, slowly forcing them apart. Stepping between them, his hands slid up her thighs, lightly caressing them, his heated gaze never leaving hers. Once he hit her panty line, one hand slipped downward and cupped her sex, slowly grinding the fabric into it. “Does that feel good, Lilly?” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “How badly do you want to feel my fingers slide inside you right now?” His fingers chose that moment to shift, shoving the fabric aside and exposing her bare pussy to his touch. Lightly stroking her folds, he found her to be moist and already heated, drawing a tiny whimper from his throat. “When we get done eating, I’m going to have that dessert, Lilly, so you better be ready.” With that, he slid his hand from between her legs and licked them clean before picking up their plates and taking them to the table.
 
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