Stacy’s Story – Part 2

Stacy’s Story – Part 2

[The last story ended when my brother left the room after our passionate love making session ended, the love we felt for each other was flourishing. I recommend reading the previous chapter before you read this one so it makes more sense to you!]

At around 7am in the morning my eyes opened, after a couple of seconds I got a huge rush, right up through my stomach and into my head and I smiled. I was remembering the night before. The night my brother had taken…no, the night I’d given my virginity to my brother. I felt like a real woman, as if the shackles of being just a girl had been shaken off and now I was a true and real woman. It was such a rush of realization and confidence. My smile continued to broaden as I remembered how I had been ‘de-flowered’ and my pussy grew warm and my nipples stood to attention, as if saluting me on a job well done. I could hear noises coming from downstairs, voices of my parents and my brother, oh my brother or my lover? I wasn’t sure. I had an overwhelming urge to see him and as today was a Saturday I could probably spend the day with him because he wouldn’t be working.

I slipped out from the bedcovers, my smooth legs swinging over the edge of my bed first, sitting up I stretched my arms in the air, feeling my still hard nipples push against the fabric of my pyjamas. I left my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, every time I looked in the mirror I was smiling. I brushed my blonde hair back behind my ears and allowed a few stray hairs to fall either side of my face and then checked myself out in the mirror once more (still smiling) before heading back to my bedroom to get dressed.

It was a pretty hot day, even in my pyjama top and shorts I was pretty warm so I unbuttoned my top and tossed it into my wardrobe, and picked out a long vest top. It was the kind with no sleeves and the hemline ended about mid-thigh. It covered up the shorts underneath so it looked like I had this red shirt on and nothing else, but I wasn’t going to put jeans on in this weather and after all I was around my family, not like anyone was going to be eyeing me up! (With a smile I knew, of course, the real reason why I’d chosen such a revealing set of clothes, to give my brother an erection!) I started giggling again as that thought went through my mind. I quickly composed myself as best I could and headed out my bedroom door and towards the stairs.

I made my way downstairs and saw my mother, father and brother sat at the dinner table, the table was fairly large with room for two people on either side. My mother and father sat on one side and my brother was on the other by himself. No one was eating; they were just enjoying morning coffee and conversation.

“Hey look who’s up early,” my mother said when I appeared in the doorway. “Do you want some coffee too?”

“Yeah please,” I said smiling back at her as she stood up and turned her back my father got up and walked towards the sitting room with his paper, smiling at me as he went. Then my brother turned around and saw me coming towards him and I swear his eyes doubled in size! He was looking me up and down and I loved it! Then, of course, we remembered we were in the company of our parents who may not understand, or like, their two offspring undressing each other with their eyes, much less our antics from the previous night. I sat down on the chair next to Paul and slid my legs under the table.

“Good morning, dear brother,” I said trying not to giggle, and failing.

“Ah good morning dear sister,” he said in a very posh, almost royal voice which made us both start giggling with each other.

Mum turned around holding my cups of coffee set it down on the table in front of me, looking at us with a confused smile as she did so. I knew that she must have been surprised to see that Paul and I were suddenly the best of friends, but then, what mother wouldn’t smile at that?

When she turned around again to get my dad’s cup I felt a hand on my upper thigh. I jumped a little and felt like my body temperature had shot up through the roof. My brother was feeling me up at the breakfast table! Mum turned around and the hand quickly withdrew, as she walked past with dad’s cup Paul half stood up, I thought he was leaving the table but then I saw what he was doing. With mums back turned he was rearranging himself, his erection was clear as day, like a tent pole inside his sweat pants. He reached down into his trousers and straightened his cock so it was pointing straight up, in line with his stomach, and then sat back down with relief etched on his face

“I’ve had that since I saw you come in the room,” he whispered to me with a smile. “And I’ve been waiting for ages to sort it out, I thought it was gonna tear through my trousers!” We both started laughing and in my I was imagining him sat there with everyone around and a big hole in his trousers where his cock had torn through, thanks to his sexy older sister.

We stopped laughing and mum came back to the table and sat opposite us, our hands kept to ourselves.

“What are you doing today?” mum asked me.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “I might go and have a mess around on the PC or something, or phone Kerry for a bit.” (Kerry was a friend I met online, we weren’t close and we’d never met in person but I was grateful for a friend to chat to.)

“How about you?” she said turning to Paul. “Are you still going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “More than likely, I fancy a night out.” My heart sank what if he met a girl? Or what if a girl came on to him? What if he found someone there that he liked and what would that mean for…?

“Why don’t you come with me Stace?” He said, knocking me out of that sequence of thought, “it’ll be a laugh.” I thought about it for a moment.

“Ok why not?” I replied, suddenly nervous and excited at the thought of us being out together like an actual couple, as I said before I was never a ‘going out’ type of person, but remembering the safeness I had felt in my brothers arms last night I knew that he would look after me. Mum was surprised too, I could see it in her face and raised eyebrows, but considering Paul had never asked me to go anywhere with him I understood the shock value.

“That’s that then,” Paul said standing up, mum stood too finishing her coffee as she did, which reminded me that I’d forgot mine.

“Paul, are you ready yet?” dad shouted from the other room.

“Yeah, just got to put my shoes on,” Paul replied.

“Where are you going?” I asked, sounding more disappointed that I intended.

“To the scrap yard to find some parts for the car we’ve been working on, don’t you remember us talking about it?”

“No, when are you coming back?” I asked, still sounding like a jealous girlfriend rather than a sister.

“Be a few hours,” He said. “After we’ve been there we’ll need to go down to the garages and stuff, and that should be it,” he sounded disappointed too.

“No,” dad corrected him. “We need to pick up the engine pieces from the shop in town; they’ll have it at about three o’clock so it’ll probably be getting on for about six o’clock when we get back.”

I suddenly disliked my father.

“Oh yeah I forgot,” said Paul. Then he turned to me and said, “Don’t worry, when I get back there will be plenty of time for me to get something to eat and get ready to go out tonight.”

“Ok,” I said, still disappointed, but also very excited about the prospect of a night out with my brother. Mum and dad walked out of the back door and outside towards the car, when they were out of sight my brother turned around to look at me. Then he leaned down and planted his lips on mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I felt his hand run up and under my top and take hold of my left breast, giving it a little squeeze which made me tingle all over, we pulled apart with a smooching sound and he quickly checked we wasn’t being watched then turned back to me.

“We will go to a club tonight,” he said with his hand still on my breast. “And we’ll have plenty of fun.” He checked over his shoulder once more, and turned back to me again letting go of my breast, but he wasn’t done yet. His hand slithered down to the top of my shorts, I gasped as I realized what he was about to do, then he did it. His hand went down the front of my shorts and he inserted a finger into my pussy, the amount of wetness down there made it easy for him, so easy that he decided to slip two in, without thinking I lifted my rear up off the seat to allow him better access.

Here I was, sat at the dinner table with my brother’s forefinger and middle finger inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth when our parents could come in at any moment. And then…

“Paul!” it was dads voice. We almost jumped out of our skins, Paul pulled his fingers out of me and stood upright, with my juices still coating his fingers and I turned around and stood up beside him.

“Paul, are you coming or what?” he was still outside! Oh the relief!

“Yes dad I’m…” a giggle, “I’m coming!” he shouted back, then turned back to me.

“I almost already have cum,” he said to me, we both laughed and he brought his hand up to his lips, he looked at me and sucked my juice off his middle finger. Then he offered me his forefinger which I gratefully took in my mouth. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a quick kiss.

“See you later,” he said, my love for him again surfaced, so much so I was holding tears back.

“I love you,” I said

“I love you too,” and with that he turned and walked through the door, I rushed upstairs to change my clothes and begin the long process of picking an outfit!

* * * * * * * * * * *

It was now around 5.30pm and, predictably, I was no closer to choosing an outfit. I was searching through the closet looking at jeans, t-shirts, dresses, skirts, even one or two evening gowns and God knows what else! I hadn’t worn many of these things, some of them I’d worn around the house, but as for going out in I usually limited myself to sweatpants and baggy t-shirts! But tonight was different and I was out to impress. If you had told me a few days ago that I’d be looking for something to impress my brother I would’ve thought you were insane and a bit perverted. But there I was, equally excited and nervous and as time got closer to the promised 6pm, much more nervous.

I noticed a dress hanging up in the back of my closet; the silvery colour caught my eye. It was the dress that had been given to me about 3 years ago by an aunt or something. It was a backless silver dress that was tied around the neck so you couldn’t wear a bra with it and the hem line was just above the knee. I thought what the hell and decided to try it on. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. (I had removed the shorts I had been wearing before considering how wet they were after this morning.) Then I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on top of my jeans on the floor. Now, standing in just my small pink panties I stepped into the dress.

Now I don’t know if I had grown or if the dress had shrunk but when I pulled it up to where it needed to be to fasten properly the hem of the dress had travelled up past my knees and stopped daringly close to my upper thighs. I fastened the collar part at the top and smoothed the dress down, when I turned around to look in the full length mirror I nearly passed out with embarrassment, even though I was the only person in the room.

The hemline did indeed stop around my thighs, the dress wasn’t flimsy, it would keep its shape in a breeze but it wasn’t skin tight either, it loosely hung around my thighs giving me room to move my legs and, much more importantly, it wouldn’t cut into me when sitting down and leave impression lines. The front section, after I’d tied it up around my neck presented a small problem. Of course I already knew my back would be bare but if I bent down the dress would sag and clearly show my breasts from the side. My fear was short lived however when I discovered a small lace that ran from one side of the front and hooked around across my back to the other side so the dress would be held tightly against my body.

Normally at this point I would have immediately stripped off again and found something much less revealing but I couldn’t deny the simple fact that I looked very, very sexy. I had never dressed this way before and looking at myself now I couldn’t understand why. My legs looked great and the hemline wasn’t so bad. Mum and dad would probably have a heart attack when they saw me in this and hopefully my brother would too. I was starting to get turned on from looking at myself like this, in fact, since that morning I’d felt ‘on the edge’ so to speak.

On any other night, I might have happily laid on my bed and masturbated for the rest of the evening but right now I needed to go in the shower and pick out what to wear on my feet. I undid the straps, shook the dress off and laid it out on the bed, the silver material reflecting the light. I couldn’t believe how confident I was feeling! Maybe it was losing my virginity the night before, but more likely it was because I knew I would be with my brother. He would keep me safe and, with him, I could do anything. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my once again wet panties I pulled them down and threw them onto the washing pile along with my panties and shorts from this morning. Amazing that women don’t run out of moisture if we did I would surely have dried up after the last 24 hours’ exploits!

Naked again, I walked to the top of the stairs and shouted down that I was going in the shower, mum shouted OK back to me, I always shout first before getting in the shower so if anyone needs to use the toilet they have a chance to do so before I get in so I’m not disturbed. Once the door of the shower is closed you can only see a vague shape through the translucent glass but still I didn’t want people coming in and sitting on the toilet while I’m all naked and soapy! I went back to my room to grab my bathrobe, no need to put it on yet so I strode across the landing to the bathroom in the nude. It was a good job my mother was downstairs, the sight of her daughter naked, shaved pussy and all, would be very awkward!

I closed the door behind me and hung up my robe on the hook on the back of the door then got a towel out of the linen cupboard. I laid it on the floor in front of the shower door ready for me to step on afterwards to stop the floor getting wet. I leaned in to the cubicle and switched on the water, then held my hand under the spray until it got warm enough and stepped in. I love taking showers, the hot water sprayed on to the back of my neck instantly relaxing me; I closed my eyes and thought about what the night ahead may bring, me in my sexy silver dress dancing with my little brother.

I ought to have be ashamed of myself, but considering that in the last 24 hours I had stroked myself to orgasm while secretly watching him watch porn and masturbate, and later that night had lost my virginity to him, if all that hadn’t made me feel any shame then a bit of fantasizing in the shower wasn’t going to do much to change that! I ran my fingers through my wet hair then began rubbing my neck and shoulders, feeling my muscles loosen as I did so.

My mind began to drift back to the night before, how it felt to have his cock inside me, thrusting into my virgin pussy until I had felt my brothers cum welling up inside me. My hands dropped to my breasts, unconsciously rubbing and pinching my nipples, making them stand out straight. I still had my eyes closed, dreamily remembering the feelings of the orgasms, how it had felt like my pussy was on fire and tasting my sweet juices on my brothers tongue.

I heard a bang outside that startled me, bringing me out of the erotic paradise that was my fantasy; I heard voices outside as well. After a moment I realized that my dad and brother had returned from wherever they had been all day. A pang of excitement ran through my like a little electric shock. Then I noticed that while I had been in my dreamlike state, my hands had found their way to my pussy and my fingers had been stroking my slit for a few moments, which explained my current arousal.

I stopped myself and grabbed the shampoo off the little shelf in the shower cubicle and rubbed it into my hair, massaging my scalp before rinsing it out. I had my eyes closed tight so no shampoo found its way into them and I stood directly under the shower so all the water was directed onto my head. When I stepped away from the spray I could hear voices again, I heard someone coming up the stairs then heard my mother shouting up after them, telling them that I was in the shower. The footsteps went back down the stairs and out of earshot. I got the shower gel off the shelf and squeezed some into my hand and began rubbing myself all over.

I kept telling myself that I was only cleaning myself, but really most of the rubbing was about feeling dirtier! As good an excuse as any, my hands were now soapy and they glided over my body, over my breasts and over my stomach, then down over my thighs and calf muscles, back up the backs of my legs to my ass. I kneaded the flesh on my ass then brought my hands back to my pussy, my finger teasingly sliding up and down my slit, each time pushing a little further in. My breathing became shallow when my finger ran over my clit, making my legs spread a little wider opening up my little pink hole until it was aching to be filled.

I was still stroking my clit as I used my other hand to gently tease my pussy by dipping a finger just barely inside myself, I loved teasing myself to the point or orgasm then pulling back slightly, to make the feeling last and to see how long I could stay at that climactic point until I couldn’t wait any longer, when I reached that point my senses would go numb and my entire body would become super sensitive, at that point any touch would send me cascading over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. I turned around to face the jets of water so they were spurting water directly onto my breasts, the warm water flowed down my slim body to where my hands were teasing my pussy, it was like the water knew what I wanted and it was eagerly seeking out the right points to hit in order to send me over that edge once again.

My mind was still replaying the events of my incest fuelled night of passion with my sibling. I was close…so very close. My body was tense and my mind felt numb, my hands were working on my pussy as if they had a mind all of their own, one hand dedicated to my clit, the other rhythmically fucking my hole, now with a third finger helping to fill me up as it steadily entered me alongside the others. Now I was getting into a faster, more urgent rhythm.

Faster…

My lips parted as my breathing became more intense and my eyes squeezed shut.

There would be no teasing or teetering on the edge this time. I intended to skip the formalities and dive straight to main event, my heart hammered against my chest, my breasts now impossibly sensitive and my nipples even more so, the feeling of the water being shot at my nipples when they were this sensitive was amazing, that feeling alone was enough to send my crazy with pure, unbridled lust. I thought I heard a knock on the door but I was too far gone, nothing was going to stall my climax.

“Stacy?” It was my brother’s voice, and that was the last straw. My orgasm ripped through my body, sending shock waves from my pussy and nipples through my chest and stomach, down my legs right to my toes.

The bathroom door opened.

The waves of pleasure still rocked my body, the mind blowing climax made my legs quiver at the knees until I had to kneel on the floor of the shower cubicle.

“Are you ok in there?”

My senses were slowly returning, a warm feeling filled my body, as if the hot water had gotten into my blood stream, making my temperature rise.

The shower cubicle door opened and I saw my brothers face appear through the steam, he looked down at me, sat on the cubicle floor now with one leg stretched out in front of me and the other leg bent with my knee under my chin and both hands between my legs, he looked me up and down a few times, scanning and savouring my body, and he smiled almost from ear to ear at me.

“Wow, now I know why you took so long to answer,” he said still smiling broadly.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, smiling back at him, “I’ve been a very busy girl.”

I had wanted to pull my brother under the water with me and act out the fantasies that just moments ago had sent me into a mind blowing orgasm, but with our parents in the house and moving around it was too dangerous. So, somewhat reluctantly, Paul had left the bathroom and I set about finishing off in the shower. When I had rinsed myself off I switched the water and stepped onto the towel I’d left there. After my feet were dry I stepped off the towel and began drying myself off. The soft towel felt great against my still sensitive skin, I rubbed it over my shins and dragged it up over and around my thighs. The towel inevitably found itself in-between my legs as I ran it over my bare pussy and around my backside. I lightly dried of my stomach and breasts, I gasped a little when the towel passed over my nipples, I was starting to get hot again but there was no time for that. I got my robe off the door and slid it on, the robe tied around the middle and the hemline danced around my thighs. I overlapped the front rather than tying it and brought the towel up to my hair and gently rubbed the surface moisture away, I decided to blow dry it so it didn’t look too frayed tonight, with the towel draped around my shoulders I left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom. I don’t think I’d ever enjoyed a quick shower as much I had that evening.

Paul ’s door was closed so I assumed he was in there getting ready, so I dropped the towel on my bed and went to ask him when we would be leaving, I glanced at the clock and saw it was just about 6.10pm. With my robe still overlapped at the front I knocked lightly on his bedroom door.

“Paul it’s me,” I called softly. “When do you want to leave? In fact, where are we going and how are we getting there?”

“Come on in sis,” he replied. “You don’t have to knock when you want to talk to me; I think we are a bit beyond that formality!”

As I turned the handle I glanced down at the spot where, last night, I had secretly watched my own brother masturbate to orgasm. My cheeks flushed red for a moment as I remembered how I had felt when I was crouched down there, spying on my brother and finger fucking myself to my own orgasm. It had felt so wrong at first but afterwards it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Besides, anything that gives you an orgasm like the one I’d had that night can’t be wrong!

Pushing those thoughts aside for now I opened my brother’s door and stepped into his room and closed the door behind me. Paul had changed out of his dirty clothes and had put on a pair of clean black jeans, he had his back to me and was looking in his wardrobe, and I assumed he was looking for a shirt to wear and some shoes as he was barefoot and topless. He turned around at the sound of the door closing and faced me. For what seemed like ages he stared at his sexy sister, the thought of my younger sibling eyeing me up was very erotic, with more than a hint of naughtiness to boot.

“Hi,” he said after clearing his throat, he was staring at the hemline of my robe around my sweet, shapely thighs.

“Hi yourself,” I said, smiling widely as I watched him watching me. I decided to play with him a little bit. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, then trailed my hands down my cheeks, my neck, and down the front of my robe, I opened it very slightly showing a little of my chest just above my breasts. I trailed a single finger down the newly exposed flesh, opening the robe a little further.

“Wanna touch?” I asked provocatively, giving him as seductive a look as I could manage with a sly smile.

“Yeah, you bet I do,” he answered enthusiastically. He walked up to me and slipped his hands inside my robe, reaching around to my bare back and pulled me towards him. As he did my robe fell completely open and my breasts pressed against his bare chest as we kissed deeply and passionately. While we were softly kissing his hands ran up and down my back, down to the soft skin of my backside the all the way up to the nape of my neck, as his hands travelled up my body the robe, with nothing to keep it fastened, fell off my shoulders and down my arms, leaving me totally naked in his embrace.

I tried to kiss him more passionately but he stopped me and stepped back slightly, his arms still around my naked body.

“We can’t Stacy, not yet,” he said softly. “We’ll have to wait until mum and dad are in bed or until we’re alone tonight.” I knew he was right, and I agreed with him, but the way he had stepped away from me when I tried to take it further had hurt a little, it must have shown in my face because he lifted his hands to my face and lightly stroked my cheek.

“It’s OK, you didn’t do anything wrong, but I don’t fancy explaining why my sexy sister is naked and impaled on my Willy to our parents,” he said, and we both started to giggle at the thought of it. I reached down and picked up my robe, putting it on and tying it up this time, we shared another soft kiss then we started talking about our night ahead.

“Have you decided what to wear?” He asked, returning to his search in the closet.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“What is it?”

“A surprise,” I smiled, imagining the look on his face after I was dressed up.

“No clues?” He asked, smiling playfully.

“No, you’ll have to wait, so where are we going?”

“There’s a few places I know around town, but I think it’ll be best if we go somewhere no one knows us,” he said.

“I thought your friends would be with us?” I asked.

“No, it’s best we go by ourselves, and then we can get close without anyone knowing we are related.”

“Good point,” I said. “They would think we’re crazy”

“I don’t care what they think,” he said. “But I don’t want one of them spreading news that a brother and sister were dancing up close and personal with each other, we could do without that kind of attention.”

I nodded in agreement, “So where then?”

“There’s a new club on the other side of town called Rapture, apparently it’s usually pretty crowded but we should be able to get in, so even if someone is there that we know they won’t see anything we do anyway.”

“Oh? What exactly wouldn’t they see us doing?” I said, smiling again.

“It’s a surprise.”

“No clues?”

“No chance.” We both started giggling again. Then mum knocked on the door and came in, I was suddenly very glad that we had controlled ourselves earlier but still felt as if we’d been caught doing something wrong.

Mum smiled at us both and asked when we would be leaving.

“About a half hour or so, that OK with you Stace?” Paul said looking at me.

“Yeah I guess so; I’ll start getting ready in a minute.”

“Ok, how are you getting there?” Mum continued, “I’m assuming you won’t be driving if you’ll be drinking.”

“No, of course not,” Paul assured her. “I thought we’d go there on the bus then get a taxi home, that’ll be ok won’t it?” He asked looking at me.

“Erm…yeah I guess so,” I wasn’t sure I fancied riding a bus in the outfit I had picked.

“Alright then,” mum said, apparently satisfied with our answers. “Any idea when you’ll be back?”

“No idea,” Paul said. “It depends how we feel.”

“OK, well if you’re coming home late don’t forget to take your keys with you to let yourselves in, and try not to make too much noise,” she said, being motherly.

“We will,” I said.

“Ok then, have a good time and be careful both of you,” she said looking round to me and back to Paul again.

“Don’t worry mum,” said Paul. “We’ll be fine, promise.”

“Ok, see you both later,” she said. With that she left us and closed the door behind her.

“Bless her,” said Paul, smiling.

“Yeah,” I said. I was still feeling nervous about the bus ride but I figured that I’d be ok, besides it wasn’t like I’d be on my own. I kissed my brother goodbye on the lips and went back to my room to begin getting ready for our night out.

This was my last chance to back out, to either call the whole night off or swap my dress for a pair of sensible trousers. I’d looked in the closet and picked out some black trousers and a nice top which I’d look ok in. The thing that made me throw them back in the closet was the memory of this morning, when I’d had entered the room wearing the long t-shirt and shorts, I remembered how my brother had stared at my legs, from calves to knees to thighs, and I also remembered the reaction I caused in his trousers.

Besides, I wasn’t going out because I wanted to show off my body for a crowd of people, I wanted to dress up for one special person; I wanted to make him desire me, to be turned on by the sight of me. Of course I knew I could wear a bin bag with thick pink overalls and he’d still desire me. I just wanted him to see how much confidence he had given me, and I loved him enough to wear these things for no other reason than to make him that little bit happier. With that decided I sat on the edge of my bed and began brushing my hair while blow drying it.

After drying it off I brushed it straight back behind my ears, at its current length, just above my shoulders, there wasn’t much I could do with it, I had decided to just let it hang naturally around my neck rather than mess around for ages with it. I got some conditioner cream and squeezed some into my hand, rubbed my hand together and stroked through my hair making it shine a little and adding a sweet perfumed scent to it. Now for make-up, I chose a light pink colour for my lips, it was the kind that made my lips look like they were moist and, according to the label, wouldn’t smear on anything, such as drinking glasses and shirt collars.

I had thought about blusher and eyeliner but looking at myself, after putting on the seductive lipstick and taking in to account the way I’d be dressing, I decided to just add a minimal amount of eyeliner and leave the make-up there; I didn’t want to look like a whore after all. This way I’d look nice, there would be no point in going for the full works because it would simply make me uncomfortable and I’d have to keep touching it up all night. Happy with my solution I turned around, dropped my robe around my feet and moved on to the clothes.

I decided that my panties needed to be sexy ones, after all if the evening ended in the way I hoped it would, my brother would be seeing them at some point. So, with that in mind I picked out a pink thong. Normally I don’t wear them, which is why it was still in the packaging it was bought in, they always seemed uncomfortable, but tonight was different, tonight *I* was different. I slid into the thong, shuddering slightly as the thin back part settled in between my buttocks, I then paced around slightly and the feeling wasn’t as unpleasant as I remembered, I felt like I had more freedom of movement, and when I caught sight of myself in the mirror I was surprised how confident the sexy underwear made me feel.

Satisfied with the chosen underwear I walked to my bed and picked up the dress again, after holding it up in front of me and taking a deep breath I stepped into the short, silver garment and pulled it right up over my breasts and fastened it around my neck, then reaching around I pulled the lace across my back hooking it in place so the dress was pulled tighter across my breasts, looking in the mirror I happily noticed that the dress made my boobs seem a little larger, which added even more confidence, at least until looked in the mirror and at the amount of leg showing.

With the hemline hanging around my upper thighs, this would easily be the most revealing outfit I had ever worn outside the house. My heart jumped as I continued looking at myself, I considered wearing some thin leggings under the dress for trip there and taking them off at the club. Again though, my thoughts returned to this morning and once again it convinced to choose the more daring option.

From the bottom of my closet I retrieved my shoes; this was an easy decision since I only have one pair of ‘going out’ shoes. They were black and comfortably fitted over my smallish feet; the heel was quite thick and not very long, no more than 2 inches in height, so I would have no trouble walking to the bus stop or dancing at the club. They fit snugly, like slippers, and still looked nice, much nicer than trainers anyway. With that I was just about ready; I picked up my coat and looked at myself one last time, my lips glistening pink, my blonde hair hanging down around neck, my small waist and my beautifully shaped legs, from my thighs down to the tops of my shoes. I smiled at my reflection then turned to the door and confidently stepped out.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was busy doing a bit of washing up. She turned around and the look on her face was one of total surprise, no doubt she never realized her little girl could look so glamorous.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, “look at you; you’re going to attract a lot of attention dressed like that!”

I must have been blushing because she quickly added, “But you do look lovely honey, really you do.”

“Thanks mum,” I replied. “I was a bit nervous but I never really let my hair down and I thought it might be fun to dress up a bit.” We both smiled, only women can really appreciate the need to dress up every now and then. Mum turned back to her washing up and I sat down on one of the chairs by the dining table. To ensure my brother got an eyeful I turned the chair to face the kitchen door and sat slightly slouched so my legs stuck out further and crossed them.

Eventually the door opened and my brother strode in, he opened his mouth to speak but then he stopped in his tracks, like a cat caught in the headlights of a speeding car. For what seemed like an age he stared at me, he stared at my legs mostly, I turned them slightly so a generous amount of thigh was showing. As I was slightly slouched the hemline of my dress had crept up and now almost my entire lower body was bare for him to drink in. Eventually he found his voice.

“Wow Stacy, you look really se… I mean really nice.” I beamed at him, smiling widely and giggled, knowing he had almost referred to his older sister as sexy in front of our mother!

“Are…are you ready to go?” he asked. “If we get going now we might catch the 7.15 bus into town.” He sounded anxious, like he couldn’t wait to be alone with me.

“Yeah I’m ready,” I said, standing up and arranging my dress again. “How long is it going to take on the bus?”

“Shouldn’t be too long, no more than 20 minutes,” he said with his eyes on my legs again. It was hard to suppress a smile.

“Ok then, you look nice as well,” I said truthfully. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with black shoes and a nice button up long sleeved shirt, also in black, “Very smart,” I added.

“Thanks,” he said, obviously happy that I approved of his dress sense, no doubt he had gone for those clothes to impress me in much the same way I had dressed to impress him. I picked up my coat and slipped it on, it’s a nice black coat that comes down to my backside and has buttons up the front instead of a zip, and walked towards the door with my almost drooling brother following me.

“Have a good time you two,” mum called after us.

“We will,” I said looking back and smiling at my brother. “I’m sure we will.” With that we opened the front door and stepped out into the night…

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

As soon as we were out of sight and around the corner beside a garage, my brother stopped and pinned me against a brick wall and kissed me with such passion it startled me for a second. His hands were in my hair to start with but soon enough they dropped down and settled on my slender hips.

“Sorry about that,” he said standing back, “but I couldn’t wait another second, you look stunning.” I couldn’t stop smiling, my whole reason for making such an effort was to get this kind of response, and his reaction assured me that my efforts, and bravery, were very much appreciated.

“It’s ok,” I said, still smiling, “you like your sexy sister?”

“I love her,” was his answer along with another, softer kiss. With our lips pressed together, his hands fell to the hemline of my short dress.” I really love her.”

We broke apart and stepped away from the wall of the garage; I straightened out my dress and pulled my coat closed to guard against the cool breeze. Then, hand in hand, we walked towards the bus stop.

“I still can’t believe it,” I confessed, “how is it that we’ve gone all our lives without realizing the potential for a real relationship with each other?”

“Well who would realize it?” He replied, “I doubt many people would look to their own flesh and blood for that kind of relationship, even if they did I doubt many of them would have the courage to try it. I mean imagine if I had tried it on with you and you had thought of me as disgusting. That kind of rejection would be impossible to get over. That’s why I never asked you about it.” I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly.

“How long have you felt this way?” I asked.

“A very long time, maybe about 4 years,” he said with a slight hint of embarrassment.

I was shocked, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said with the same awkwardness as before.

“Wow, I had no idea,” I said regretfully, although the thought of my little brother wanting me for all that time was a little exciting. How many of his fantasies had I starred in? How many litres of cum had he let loose while thinking about me?

“Well you’ve got me now,” I said, squeezing his hand, “and we can do anything we want together.”

“Plus if we got married,” he said smiling, “you wouldn’t have to change your last name!” That started us both laughing.

“So, now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I said with a flirty smile.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he said.

The bus shelter was empty when we arrived so we sat beside each other on the small bench inside and waited for the bus. Paul glanced at his watch said that the bus should be here in around 5 minutes. While we sat and chatted to each other I felt his hand on my leg just south of the edge of my dress. He casually stroked it, working his way from my thigh to my knee and back again. As his hand glided up towards my thigh again a small shudder ran through me, we had stopped talking now, as if the act of touching, and being touched, needed quiet concentration.

“Your skin feels so soft,” he said, almost in a whisper. “You’re so beautiful Stacy.”

With that he leant in close to me and we kissed again. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand further up until it disappeared under my dress. I let out another shudder, partly because of the erotic feeling that was flowing through me and partly because his hand felt cold against the warm flesh of my inner thigh. I decided that I should do some exploring of my own and allowed my hand to drop down his body, feeling my way down his chest, stomach, waist, right down to the top of his own thigh and between his legs where I could feel something very stiff encased in his jeans.

I felt him hold his breath slightly while I gently dragged my fingers along the length of his penis, then it was my turn to gasp because his fingers had found their way to the front of my underwear. He pressed lightly against the thin, silky material, only this small barrier stood between my brother’s fingertips and my most intimate area. My breathing became shallower and my legs began to part, allowing him better access, but then his hand was gone and our lips were parted.

“The bus is here,” he said while rising from the bench. I stood up quickly and composed myself as best I could in the few seconds before the bus stopped. Would it have killed the guy to be a few minutes late?! We were both breathless and I felt pretty embarrassed, although I was certain no one had seen our sordid display. The bus stopped by the shelter and Paul led the way through the opening doors.

My brother paid the fare for us both and we walked down the aisle of the bus. There was an old couple sitting at the back but apart from them the bus was empty, this is only the second stop on the bus route so it was unsurprising to see the lack of people. We sat on the 3rd row of the bus with Paul against the window and me on the aisle side of our seat.

Taking advantage of the lack of people around us my brother’s hand, once again, was in between my legs cupping the inside of my left thigh with his right hand. He turned to me and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. Touching and kissing outside when nobody was about was one thing, but doing it on a public bus where anyone might see us was quite different. I put my hand on his and gently eased it away from my silky underwear.

“We can’t,” I said, quickly turning my head to make sure the old couple hadn’t realized my brother’s hand was under my dress, if they had seen anything they weren’t showing it.

“It’s ok,” he said, still with a lustful look in his eyes, “no one can see.”

“But if someone gets on…”

“Ok, let’s change places, that way no one will be able to see you because I’ll be in the way.” I thought for a moment, I was turned on, very turned on, and I wanted to feel his hands on me again but I was also terrified of being caught which, if I’m honest, turned me on even more.

“Ok,” I heard myself say.

With that decided he stood up and I slid in behind him, next to the window, and he sat where I had been. My heart was racing; it was exciting enough just having my brother touch me, but having it done on a public bus was on another level entirely. Just as we settled into our new positions, with Paul’s left hand now resting on my right leg, the doors closed and the bus pulled away.

I settled back into the seat and tried to relax, my legs were slightly apart, normally they’d be crossed but I didn’t want to hinder my brother’s exploration. I stared towards the front of the bus in almost a dream-like state, concentrating on the feeling of the invading hand sliding under my little silver dress. Paul shifted his position so his left arm ran along the back of the seat, behind my head, and he turned slightly towards me. Now, with his right hand, he continued to touch up his older sister.

Now he was more comfortable he could easily access my whole body and I was at his mercy. He started back down at my knee and slid his hand right up my leg; the tension was building inside me, my heart still pounding. The bus, the driver, the old couple, everything just melted away and all that existed was the feeling. His hand was under my dress again and this time he wasn’t stopping, his fingertips reached my sexy underwear and then, with a gentleness that almost made me cry out, he moved the silky barrier to one side and touched the moist skin beneath.

I was getting close to a massive orgasm already and the pressure was building steadily. His fingers delicately slid over the lips of my pussy, rubbing a finger up and down the length of my slit, at one point he grazed my clitoris which sent a shiver through my entire body. He wasn’t going to slow down now; he must have known that he had me totally under his spell with my body reacting to his every touch. His fingers were slick with my wetness now, his hand gliding over me and moving closer to my sweet opening. Sensing his intent, I raised my left leg slightly to open myself up, ready to accept him into my body.

Even though I was expecting it, it still made me gasp when his index finger entered me, the wetness around his hand made it easy to slide in and out of me, so easy in fact that I soon felt a second finger inside me. The feeling of my brother slowly fucking me with his fingers, coupled with the location of our encounter, sent me to the very brink of my orgasm. My body was tense and it felt like my pussy was leaking all around my brother’s hand. I was so close, so very close.

That’s when the bus stopped, when it did we lurched forward which drove his two fingers right up inside me, much further than before. The feeling was exquisite and all I needed was a final thrust, one last touch, but it wasn’t to be, my brother’s hand had left my body because the doors to the bus had opened. I sat back again, still on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and tried to look composed as a torrent of people began pouring onto the bus.

The bus was almost full now and there were people sat all around us now and I was still excruciatingly close to climaxing. I tried to calm myself down by taking a few deep breaths as the doors closed and the bus began moving.

I’d just about regained control when Paul softly touched me on my thigh again. I realized that, despite my best efforts, my body was still incredibly sensitive, so much so that his touch made me gasp in surprise, even more so when I felt his hand slip beneath my dress again!

“Now, where were we?” He asked with a wicked smile returning to his lips. Oh god he wanted to finish me off, right here in the middle of this packed bus!

“Paul, we can’t,” I gasped. I needed to orgasm, my body ached for it! As much as I knew that what was happening was wrong on SO many levels, I couldn’t help being thrilled by it all.

“I know we can’t,” he said. “But we will.” With that he planted a kiss on my lips and his hand returned to my aching pussy. I was wet again and he slid two fingers deep inside me.

“Ohhh…god…” I whimpered.

Then it happened. On the crowded bus with, my brother’s fingers inside me, my orgasm ripped through my body, my soaked pussy became the epicentre of what felt like an explosion. Waves of pure pleasure tore through my body and my pussy tightened around its invaders as my body tensed up. I didn’t care where I was for the moment and I felt like every pair of eyes was on me, that everybody was disgusted at our performance here, on a public bus of all places! Even though I’m sure that, once again, I should be ashamed, the wrongness of it all only served to thrill and excite me all the more.

My backside rose up from the seat slightly and my hips began rocking against his fingers. I wanted to scream, oh god I wanted to cry out at the top of my voice but I knew I had to stay quiet.

Then it was over. The waves of pleasure eventually subsided and all the tension left my body and I felt like I was glowing, I let loose a sigh of contentment and my head lolled against my brother’s shoulder. His left arm was around my shoulders and for the rest of the journey he held me close. As time went on I began to recover my strength, and the realization of what we had just done began to sink in. I was sure that at least some of the people around us had seen what we’d done but, honestly, I didn’t care and as we sat in silence a warm smile spread across my lips.

I eventually sat up straight under my own power and smoothed my dress out as much as I could, frequently with both of us breaking into fits of giggles. A few moments later we had arrived at our stop and we stood up and waited in the aisle for the bus to come to a halt, I was behind my brother holding on to the back of a chair for support.

Hand in hand we walked towards Rapture, the new club my brother was taking me to, and I noticed how dark it was, it was only around 8.30 but the darkness made it feel like it was much later. When we arrived I was relieved to see that there wasn’t a queue outside like I had seen outside some of the other clubs, I guessed it was because it wasn’t as well known yet. The numbness from my climax had only just started to give way and I noticed a chill in the air, another reason to be glad of the quick entry into the club.

The first thing I noticed as we entered the club was the heat, it washed over my body and made me feel slightly faint, but I soon got used to it. We walked in to a huge open area; there was a large wooden dance floor that took up about 70% of the floor space on which there must have been more than 150 people dancing to the loud music. They were playing something with a heavy beat which vibrated through the floor and up my body. The remaining space was taken up with a large carpeted area that was like a long strip along the side of the dancing area, on this strip was the bar which ran almost the length of the room and a large amount of tables and chairs and, up against the remaining wall space there was a long bench with padded seats and a cushiony back rest. Right at the back of the room there was a corridor on which there were signs indicating that the restrooms were at the end of the passageway.

We made our way towards the bar and Paul ordered each of us a bottle of some foreign lager type drink. We took our drinks and went to sit down on the padded bench next to each other, there was a small table there, which we set our drinks on and swung our legs under. For a while we sat there watching the people dance and I sipped at the drink which had a ridiculously long name, it tasted nice enough, although I doubt people buy the drink for the taste as much as the alcohol content.

“What do you think?” Paul shouted to me, his voice barely audible over the noise of the music and the other noise of people laughing, shouting and dancing.

“It’s ok,” I shouted back. “It’s really hard to hear you though!” Paul smiled and for a while we made small talk and finished our drinks.

“Shall we have a go at dancing?” Paul asked.

“I don’t know,” I responded. “I don’t know how! I’ve never danced in a place like this; shall we have another drink first?” I was trying to do two things, firstly I wanted to stall the embarrassment of trying to dance and, secondly, I felt that if I *was* going to be on the dance floor then I needed some more courage, in liquid form. With a smile Paul agreed and quickly we were both working on our second bottle.

Ashamedly, by the time I’d finished my second bottle, I was feeling rather tipsy. I had barely eaten all day and the alcohol had obviously found its way to my head. Feeling slightly intoxicated my inhibitions subsided and I at last agreed to accompany my brother to the dance floor. I took comfort in the fact that as there were so many people around us it was less likely anyone would take any notice of us. We draped our coats over our table and we walked towards the wooden section of the floor.

We walked onto the dancing area and quickly we were swallowed up by the crowd. I mimicked the actions of the other girls around me with my arms in the air and trying desperately to move my feet in a way that might be considered rhythmic. I felt incredibly foolish but I was happy to see that my brother was also struggling with the dance moves. We ended up in fits of laughter and all we managed was a ‘bopping’ action which, although helped us blend in, was nonetheless ridiculous looking, and the realization of that sent us into even more laughter.

Then the music changed and the lighting became low, the club was shrouded in soft, dark colours. Reds, blues, greens and purples fell over the dancers and a slow song began playing. The mood of the place changed entirely and those around us stopped their manic dancing and instead used soft and slow movements. My brother and I stopped laughing and moved in to each other’s arms. My head rested on his shoulder and his hands ran over my bare back. For what felt like a long time we slowly moved with the music, it was a beautiful, perfect moment.

I raised my head off his shoulder and looked deep into my sibling’s eyes. I could see his passion, his love for me in those dark eyes, I moved in closer to him and that safeness, the kind I had felt one night ago when he had sat on my bed with his arms around me, came flooding back. Our lips were mere centimetres apart from each other and, when I could wait no more, I leant in and we shared the most passionate, beautiful kiss I’ve ever known. As they had earlier tonight, our tongues met, but this time it was much slower, earlier it had been about lust, this time it was pure love. Nothing in the world mattered more than our dance, our purest expression yet of our love, of what we were and what we always intended to be, as if the kiss was our solemn promise to be with each other, like this, forever, and with that affirmation we danced on.

After a few more minutes the lights lifted and the crowd burst into applause, we joined in the clapping too and then made our way back to our table with a quick stop at the bar.

“That was great,” I said to him. The word ‘great’ was an understatement but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

“Yeah it was,” he agreed. For the next half hour we indulged in more small talk, and drinking, until I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom.

“I’m going to the toilet,” I said standing up.

“Yeah me too,” Paul responded. We walked together down the long corridor and went into our separate restrooms.

I glanced at a clock on the wall and realized we had been in the club longer that I thought; it was now almost 9.45. Along one wall of the bathroom was on long mirror with five separate sinks set into the large marble table below it. On the other wall were seven cubicles, I went to the first cubicle and locked the door behind me. While I was in there I heard the door open and close a couple of times and I heard voices of girls, some of which had slurred speech indicating they had drunk a little too much. I was feeling tipsier now after my third drink of the evening, not roaring drunk by any means, but I felt warm and my senses were pleasantly numbed.

As I sat in the cubicle my thoughts returned to earlier that night on the bus. I smiled dreamily as I remembered the feelings that had surged through me, how my orgasm had torn through my slender body in full view of a bus full of strangers. I wondered if anyone had seen us and, predictably, that thought turned me on. I had never thought of myself as any kind of exhibitionist, indeed, before tonight’s adventure I had been a total introvert. All of this was totally out of character for me, but here on this night, with my brother, my *lover*, I was a different person; bold, daring, sexy and, of course, totally in love.

I cleaned myself up and flushed the toilet but instead of leaving the cubicle I lowered the lid of the toilet and sat back down, I wanted to stay for a moment longer and continue my train of thought. I could feel myself getting turned on again just thinking about the nights events. I realized that my hand had found its way to my right breast and was gently stroking the thin, silvery material that covered it.

I wanted to unhook the lace that ran around my back so I could slip my hand under my dress to fondle the flesh of my breast but instead I stood up. I couldn’t do this here and now and besides that, Paul might be waiting for me outside. I heard someone walked past my cubicle and out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in here.

I opened my door and stepped out into the now deserted bathroom and walked across to the row of sinks and checked my reflection in the long wall mirror while I washed my hands. I combed my wet hands through my hair to lay it down flat as the heat in the club had caused it to fray slightly and stand out a bit.

I stepped back and checked out my appearance in the large mirror, my dress still looked ok but the pressure on my breasts had begun to make them ache slightly. As I was alone here I quickly unhooked the lace at the back of my dress. The amount of relief I felt was surprising, until mow I hadn’t realized how restrictive the dress had been over my chest. With my hands still damp I slipped them, one on each side, into the gap between my skin and the dress which had opened up as a result of undoing the lace. I lightly caressed my breasts to try to relieve the ache further, as I did I noticed that my nipples were now erect, no doubt from my thoughts earlier as well as the soft touch from my moist hands. While I gently rubbed them I also noticed that my pussy was becoming wet again. I was turning myself on right here in the public bathroom. Anyone could have walked in and caught me fondling my breasts and yet I didn’t stop.

Maybe the drink was having more effect on me than I thought but it felt so good that I didn’t want to stop. My breath came in a series of shallow gasps through my slightly parted lips. Every touch on my sensitive breasts and nipples sent shivers of pleasure through me and I fell into a dreamlike state. I wanted to take this further but, unfortunately, I also knew that I needed to stop so, reluctantly; I pulled myself out of the trance.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and checked myself out, I still couldn’t believe all this was happening, I also couldn’t believe all this was happening while I was wearing this dress! Every time I saw it in a mirror or just glanced down it made my heart skip a beat with just how much leg I was showing off. Shaking my head and laughing to myself I reached around my back to get hold of the little strap to fasten the dress back up, I shivered slightly as the material came into close contact with my breasts again when I’d hooked it on.

When I came back into the main room I saw that Paul had gotten us both another drink and was waiting for me at the same table we had been sitting at before. He looked up at me and smiled as I walked over to him.

“You look so gorgeous,” He said as I sat down again.

“Thanks,” I said. “So do you.” I’d felt a surge of confidence when he said that to me and it made me love him all the more for giving me this newfound boldness. We both had another drink and as we talked I felt him running his hand up and down my leg again, sending a rush of excitement through me. I’d already had an earth shattering orgasm on a bus but surely he wasn’t going to do anything in here with these people around.

He must have had the same thought because he didn’t venture beneath my dress again while we were talking but, to be honest, he didn’t need to. After today’s adventures and the amount of alcohol running through my bloodstream, and touch from him would turn me on more and more. He wasn’t the only one keeping his hands busy though and I felt a shiver run through his body when I lightly touched his crotch. Our hands were under the table so no one could see our little game, I felt him grow beneath his clothes while I teasingly stroked him.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked as we smiled at each other.

“Whatever you want,” I replied in as sexy a voice as I could manage. “Whatever it is, do it quickly because I really need it.” His smile widened and he winked at me. Then he stood over me and took my hand to help me to my feet and, as he led me to the dance floor again, I got the feeling that this dance was going to be very different from the one we had shared earlier that evening. As my brother led me into the crowd of dancers, I felt like a new woman, a long way away from that girl I’d been just a short time ago.

Once again we were swallowed up by the sea of dancers as soon as we walked onto the wooden dance floor. The music had gone back to the loud volume and thudding beat that was so typical of modern club songs. Rather than jump about like we had done before we stepped into each other’s arms and danced close together. There were people all around us and I constantly felt people moving past me, I didn’t care about it though, all I cared about was the feeling of my brothers body against mine. In full view of anyone who might’ve cared to watch, he let his hands fall down to my rear and took hold of my pert buttocks. I began to feel my dress sliding up over my thighs as we moved and rubbed against each other. It would slide right up just about showing the curves of my behind and then drop back, as we moved I became aware of the pressure against my lower stomach, a hardness which was coming from my brother’s jeans! Of course I knew what the stiffness was and to confirm it I dropped a hand down and felt his rock hard penis through his jeans. Even with a small touch of his manhood I felt him let loose a groan. He had done so much for me tonight and now it was his turn, still surrounded by dancers I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand inside.

As we moved together I gently rubbed my brother’s erection through his boxer shorts. His head drooped down and rested on my shoulder for a moment, and then I felt his lips on my neck. He began to slowly and softly plant kisses on the warm flesh of my neck; his hands were now on my bare back, gliding up to my collar and back down to the small of my back again. I slipped my hand inside his shorts and touched the bare skin of his penis. I trailed my fingers along his full length to the swollen circumcised head; I could feel the moistness there, his pre cum was steadily running from the small eye on top of the head.

Using the slippery moisture he’d produced I was easily able to glide my hand up and down his shaft, while I was doing this for him I became aware of my moisture around the lips of my own sex. I still needed to get off, to climax again. I was wondering how I could proceed when the lights suddenly lowered again as they had done earlier that night. All around us were dark shapes slowly moving together, I couldn’t make out the features of anyone’s face and I quickly realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity that I wasn’t going pass up. I slowly eased my brother’s penis out of his jeans through the zipper that I had earlier undone. He must have sensed my intention because as soon as I brought his manhood out into the open he pulled me in very close and guided his hands beneath my dress.

I felt him quickly tug at my little thong underneath my dress, he pulled them down to my thighs and let them go, and they fell past my knees and onto the floor, leaving my damp pussy naked. He gathered up the silky underwear and slipped them into his pocket, and when he stood back up I could see a rather large smile on his face! When he pulled me against his body again I felt him guiding is penis beneath my dress! To be honest I had planned on giving him this hand job while he fingered me again but, evidently, he had other ideas!

I could feel him at my entrance and realized I needed to open myself up for him. So I brought my long, silky leg up to his waist and hooked it around his rear. Now that I was ready for him he gently eased himself past my moist lips and into his sister’s body. He filled my wet pussy with his stiff penis then withdrew almost his entire length from it before once again pushing forward, he worked his way in and out of me and, for the second time that evening, I was totally at his mercy in a place full of strangers.

My breathing became shallower with every thrust; I was getting close to climaxing again, very close. The soft music played on as loud as before but the lyrics of the song seemed to get further away, I felt like I was floating above my body looking down on myself, my leg was still wrapped around my brother’s waist causing me to hold on to him tightly to stop myself falling back. He was thrusting into me harder and faster now, harder…harder.

Now when he was entering my body he was actually causing me to stand on the tip toes of my foot on the floor, it felt like I was being impaled again and again, I felt no pain, probably because of the numbness brought on by the drinks and the flooding of the erotic impulses shooting through my body. The club and everyone in it melted away and all that existed now was the sweet feeling being given to me from my own sibling, my own flesh and blood. I was having sex with my brother in the middle of a club on a dance floor populated by more than a hundred people! It was that realization of what we were doing that sent me over the edge.

“Ohhh god, Paul…yes Paul, god I love you Paul!” I had said it louder than I intended but thankfully the music was a particularly high volume.

“Ohhh….” The orgasm slammed through my body and Paul had to hold me upright for a moment, my legs had gone weak and if it hadn’t been for his arm around me I surely would’ve slumped to the floor, he had to stop penetrating me so he could hold me. I was shaking and shivering, still in the grip of a climax the like of which I had never had since, well, since earlier that night on the bus! This was much more public though and, as a result, infinitely more exciting. I felt by pussy burn again and I had to cover up my mouth to stop myself screaming when the powerful waves struck me, pummelled me and finally broke me. I brought my leg down from around his waist to help support myself and stand up under my own power.

Through the darkness I looked into my brother’s eyes. The love, lust and passion was evident in his eyes but there was also frustration, he needed to cum and clearly the sight of his sister having an enormous climax had taken him very close to the edge. I wanted to guide him back into me but there was a problem. If he’d ejaculated inside me his cum would be running down the inside of my legs and all over my pussy, we still had to get home and I didn’t want to have my brother’s milky cum dribbling out of me for the rest of the night and the taxi ride home.

I couldn’t just leave him this way though, it wasn’t fair. But then I’d had an idea. I did something that, even in my most erotic fantasies, I would never have even thought about doing with anyone. But this wasn’t just anyone, it was my brother, and right now he needed this. With the lights still low and with the dark shapes still all around us I knelt on the floor and guided his penis into my mouth tasting my own nectar mixed with my brother’s pre cum.

I felt him jump when I closed my lips around him, I don’t think he would have thought it possible but right now, in this most public of places; I was actually down on my knees in front of him, with my dress still bunched around my waist, with his whole erection in my mouth.

I was confident of my ability to do this after the many nights I had spent watching pornography on my computer. I formed a tight seal around his shaft with my lips and gently moved my head forwards and backwards again and again, now it was his turn to be at my mercy! As I slid my lips up and down his shaft I began to feel him gently pushing into my mouth. I knew he must be getting close so I increased my speed. Soon though I didn’t need to move as quick because he was doing the movements himself, he thrust himself in and out of my mouth and I maintained the tight seal around his member. I was surprised that it didn’t make me want to choke, even when the head of his cock pushed against the entrance of my throat, in a perverse way I was quite proud of myself.

Suddenly he began to push against my forehead, he was pushing me away! At first I didn’t understand but then I realized he must be about to ejaculate and he didn’t want to cum in my mouth, probably in case it made me choke, but I wanted to keep going and experience the next step, besides he couldn’t just cum on the middle of the dance floor because it might give us away when the lights came up. So instead of pulling back I brushed his hand away from my head and forced myself onto his penis, the head of it was right in my throat just as he started to cum. I felt his entire body tense up as his milky fluid powered inside me the feeling of his hot cum spurting into my mouth and down my throat was just amazing.

Eventually the torrent subsided and he withdrew himself from my mouth. While I was doing that my brother had returned his penis to the privacy of his jeans and had zipped them up again. He had a huge smile on his face, and so did I. Just as I stood up again the lights came back up, I stepped into my brother’s arms and we hugged for what seemed like a long time although in reality it was only a couple of minutes.

“That was…amazing,” he whispered in my ear.

“Well, I figured you might need a release,” I whispered back.

As we made our way back to our table I glanced over my shoulder and noticed a few men and women were watching us, most were smiling. I was so contented and happy at the moment that I just smiled back at them and carried on walking. I wondered if they would smile so much if they knew we were related!

We retrieved our coats from our table and walked towards the doors, there was a payphone just behind them which Paul used to call a taxi. I was incredibly tired all of a sudden and a brief glance at my brother told me that he was also feeling the effects of our crazy night out. We waited outside the club for our taxi; Paul was holding me in an attempt to keep the cold away, an unfortunate side effect of wearing such a short dress, especially with my underwear being in my brother’s pocket. It was only a few minutes until the car arrived and we both climbed into the back seat, Paul told the driver our address and settled back with his arm around my shoulders, gently stroking my hair, we sat in silence all the way home, not because we were annoyed or upset, I think it was just contentment, all I needed now was to be close to him.

We arrived home and Paul quickly paid the driver, then arm in arm we walked to the door. I was just about to unlock it when Paul stopped me.

“I guess we should switch back into ‘brother and sister’ mode huh?” He said with a look of regret was on his face.

“Yeah I guess so…I love you Paul and one day, if you want to, we should move into a place of our own, nobody would have to know.” Paul was smiling now.

“Do you really mean that?” He asked, looking into my eyes again.

“Yes, I do,” I assured him. Then we hugged each other and shared a final kiss before opening the door.

All the lights were off and the house was quiet. Obviously our parents had gone up to bed so we quietly made our way upstairs. Outside Paul’s bedroom door we stopped and looked into each other’s eyes again.

“I want to be with you forever,” I said to him. My emotions were pouring out of me now.

“I want that too,” he said. “And we will, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone.”

We embraced each other a final time then parted. Obviously we couldn’t risk sleeping in the same bed with our parents around.

Then, alone in my room I slid my dress off, leaving me standing naked. I wished I could climb into bed with him, I felt very alone for a few moments, but then I told myself to stop being silly, after all he was only a few feet away, I opened my wardrobe and picked out some shorts and a small vest to wear in bed. I quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

Feeling much fresher now I returned to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. The memories came thick and fast as I recounted the amazing events of the last two nights.

It had started with simply needing comfort after feeling so alone. I recalled crouching outside my brother’s room that night and how I had timed my orgasm to coincide with his. Later that night I had given my heart, body, soul and virginity to him. And today, from the time spent in the shower fantasizing about what might happen tonight and then, of course, the night itself, our bus ride and our unbelievable night at the club, and finally, our love making on the dance floor.

The last thing I thought of before I gave in to my fatigue was that now, at last, I was in love with someone who was also in love with me; I guess it was pretty fucked up but it was a night I would remember forever.

[Epilogue: In the days and weeks that followed, Paul and I grew closer. We thought it best to keep the secret to ourselves for obvious reasons. With my new courage and lease on life I was finally able to move out of my parents’ house and found a nice two bedroomed flat close to the town centre where I got a job. The flat was expensive though and the rent was pretty harsh so, in a moment of ‘genius’ I suggested that my little brother should move in with me, just for a little while of course.

Obviously we had planned the whole thing; it was the simplest way for us to be together without it looking suspicious. I think our mother had figured it out though, especially when she came for a visit and noticed that one of the bedrooms was being used for storage and, crucially, didn’t have a bed in it, but the other bedroom had a lovely double bed…

She never mentioned it to us though; she could see that we were happy. And, to this day, we still are. Thank you for reading]

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