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Headlights flashed, spinning wildly and careening towards a tree... the drunk in the other car morphed into a clown, and cackled at him... an explosion of flame and the smell of gasoline...

Mike shot bolt upright in bed, screaming and slapping at his chest and legs in a panic, trying to extinguish the flames that weren't there. Wondering why he was beating the shit out of himself, he stopped slapping at the imaginary flames and began to rub his eyes.

"Another damn nightmare," said the voice in his head. He was having the bad dreams still, less than when his parents had just been killed, but he still wondered when they would end. "Maybe never," he said aloud, looking at himself in the mirror that sat on his desk across the room.

"Maybe you should jerk off." The voice wasn't usually very helpful.

Mike smacked himself on the cheek, partly to punish the voice, but also partly to wake up. He glanced at the clock, only 5:30. Grumbling, he started to rise and reached over to flip on the lamp. The door to his room creaked open.

Emma, his twin, poked her head in and looked at her brother sympathetically. She cast a sad, knowing glance at him.

"How does she always know?" the voice asked.

"You okay Mike?" she asked, tiptoeing quietly into his room and sitting down next to him. "Another nightmare?"

Mike lowered his head, not wanting to concern her. She was like him in so many ways, but was also vastly different. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were even related, others, easy to see that they were twins. The voice in his head started singing that stupid Donnie and Marie song.

Halloween was usually a fun time, especially when they were k**s. They'd go as Raggedy Ann and Andy, or dressed as M&M's, which actually became a nickname that stuck with the two, unfortunately. Somehow she always knew when he was upset, though. His other three sisters passed it off as "twin intuition", but it was still pretty creepy. He could always feel when she was upset as well, though, and it was hard to explain how.

"Mike?"

He glanced up at her. She was staring at him with that slightly goofy concerned look glued to her face. He'd always thought she...

"Hello?? Earth to Mike..."

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine. Another nightmare," he confirmed, finally shaken from his trance.

"The same? Mom and Dad?" she asked, knowing the answer.

Mike nodded. She put her arms around her brother and laid her head on his shoulder. "Was the clown there too?"

Mike chuckled, and nodded.

"What's that about? Fear of clowns mixed in with a bad memory of losing our parents? Did a clown fondle you at the circus?" she asked, looking at him with an all-too-seriously concerned looked face.

Mike laughed out loud, and pushed her off of him. She always knew how to make him feel better.

She continued, making her voice husky, "Did the naughty old clown man make you touch his big red clown nose?" and moved to her brother's side again.

He cackled out loud at that and pushed her away a bit so he could get at her with his hands. "No it was something more like this," he said, tickling her ribs mercilessly. She rolled back, kicking her feet and cackling.

"Ack, stop it, stop it. Mike, stop it PLEASE! Ow, stop it you fucker. Quit! QUIT!" He always knew right where to tickle. They were twins, of course he knew; it was right where he was ticklish.

"She's got boobs," the voice pointed out.

Mike stopped, letting Em catch her breath. He wondered if there was an operation he could get to block out the voice, which seemed intent on pointing out the obvious. He probably needed therapy. Seeing her start to rise, he quickly moved his hand back into tickling position.

"STOP," she said loudly, a wide smile on her face. She smacked him on the arm and stood to head back to her room.

"Back to bed?" he inquired.

"Now that I've been tickled and woken up?" she asked rhetorically, and flipped him the bird as she left the room and shut the door behind her. "Fucker," he heard her say from the hallway.

He lay back down on his pillow, arms under his head, and stared up at his ceiling. He'd always known he had an evil voice in his head, but he wasn't a schizophrenic or anything. At least, he didn't think he was. Does a crazy person know they are crazy? It wasn't an evil voice anyway, just kind of a perverted voice. His expression changed as he realized, that if he was without realizing it, he could be one 'knock, knock' joke away from slicing up all four of his sisters. He shook his head clear, 'you think too much', he told himself and chuckled, realizing he could never do that. They'd always been there for him when he needed them. Most of them, he amended. His thoughts drifted back to Emma, the yin to his yang.

"Wang," said the voice, causing Mike to roll his eyes. He was always very protective of his sister, not that she'd ever needed it. She was the same height as he, though not nearly as muscular, and of course she was pretty. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but not many. None really hung around too long, probably because she and her brother were so damn close. He'd never thought of himself as intimidating, but figured that he could be pretty scary, if the need ever arose.

They had the same nose, though his had been broken several times. Same emerald green eyes, same hair, except hers was longer. Long and brown, curly near the ends. Yeah, she was definitely very pretty.

"Pretty Hot," the voice added.

Mike ignored it. Being twins meant they had always been close. They had just started their first year at college together, the same one of course. They had most of the same classes, ever the twins. It didn't bother him much. He'd never gotten tired of having her around. She was like his right hand, he decided.

"And you know what you use your right hand for,"

"Shut up," Mike said out loud. He did think she was pretty, though. All of his sisters were.

Mike couldn't think of Emma in that way, though, not seriously. It was like, thinking of himself that way. Mike briefly wondered what he'd look like as a woman. The dick tucking scene in Silence of the Lambs popped into Mike's head, uncontrollably.

"I'm going to vomit."

His thoughts shifted to one of his other sisters, Beth. He chuckled. Sweet, clueless Beth. He and Emma were blessed with brains and decent looks. Beth still had both, but it was different than them. Beth wasn't stupid, far from it in fact. She was the smartest one of their family. She was incredibly smart, almost scary smart. She'd been valedictorian when she graduated high school, and was near the top of her class at the university. She didn't really concentrate on her looks, though. A pity really.

She wore glasses, not thick, but it still relegated her to the dork side of the social scene. There was no denying that Beth could be a stunner though. She was incredibly gorgeous, or least he'd always thought so. When she took off her glasses or dressed up for a social engagement, an awards banquet or something usually, she could literally take your breath away. She'd had large breasts ever since he could remember, and was, in fact, larger than her three sisters. She was short but not too short, thin but not anorexic. She was a perfectly cute dork. A dork-et really. She was a dork-et with a nice rack. She always seemed to have a little pack of nerds following her at school.

Her own little nerd herd, so to speak. It was mostly boys in the nerd herd, with the occasional nerd-et sprinkled in for good measure. He wondered if she'd ever had a boyfriend, though he'd be shocked to find out if she'd ever been intimate with anyone. The main problem Beth had was that she was too smart. She had no common sense.

She could figure out how to solve a complicated problem the family had, but didn't know how to talk to anyone outside the family. She also seemed to be perilously unaware of how magnificent her breasts were. She always wore a bra, though he was sure it was only to keep them out of her way. She was the quietest of the sisters, as well, often letting the other three run their conversations. She was blonde, so that didn't help her when she did something ridiculous. So you couldn't call her dumb, because you could give her a calculus problem and she'd complete it and use it to solve the entire next chapter. She was just...

"A social retard."

"She is not," he barked mentally. I mean it's not like anyone had to remind her that girls don't fart in public, or that pants were an integral part of getting dressed. 'Don't elaborate on that last part, damn you,' Mike quickly thought.

"Mmmmm..."

Mike shook his head and his thoughts landed on Dannica.

"Bitch"

"Knock it off," he thought at the voice. Mike wondered what his sisters would think if they knew about his internal dialogue. He wondered if Emma had the same voice. Did hers sound as perverted as his? Did it have an accent? Mike always thought his sounded British for some stupid reason, even though he'd always lived in Texas. Did everyone have voices? Did his sisters? He knew Beth's voice would be probably be a disembodied version of Einstein, floating around in her head. If Danni had a voice in her head, it was constantly stuck on bitch mode, or tease maybe.

"Or sexkitten."

Mike sighed. He knew what Danni would say if he asked her, though. She'd call him a freak, hit him with something and then wait for him to plot his revenge so she could hit him again. She was his scourge. He hated her. He'd love to stick something pointy into her and make her scream. Wait, no he wouldn't. Don't go there, don't go there.

"Sometimes you make this too easy."

Okay so he didn't hate her. It was his sister; there had to be law somewhere that said he had to love her. Wasn't there? If there wasn't one, then he did hate her.

She'd always been mean to him, though, and Emma as well. Growing up she'd made their life hell. Emma was easier to make cry, and thus get Danni in trouble so Mike had always been the main target of her pranks, ridicules, and thrown pointed objects. She'd get in less trouble from Sarah that way. She used to love calling them M&M, singing the kissing song when they were k**s, they were so inseparable. She was the very reason the name stuck, especially since she spread it around the entire school.

The voice was trying to force his thoughts back to its favorite topic. It would be summer soon. He'd have to start cleaning the pool again.

It was already summer actually, he just didn't want to admit it and have to actually start cleaning it. They'd always had such fun at the pool, though his sisters liked to sunbathe way more than swim. Especially Danni, she'd already started laying out in fact, even though the weather was still mild. Well, mild for Texas. Summer if you were from New York or Boston.

Danni did swim though, just hadn't started yet. She used to swim in high school. 200 meter breast stroke and the Medley Relay. Mike started to picture her. Swimming in the pool in her small yellow bikini, breasts bouncing up and down and up and down and...

"Breast stroke..."

"YES," Mike thought, "she's attractive. Can we PLEASE move on?" The voice was giggling uncontrollably in his head, it really loved to torture him.

His thoughts drifted to his eldest sister. Eldest sister. The term eldest made him laugh. She was only 24. It occurred to him then how close in age he and his four sisters were. He and Emma were 18, nearly 19. Beth was 20, Danni, 22, and of course Sarah was 24. His parents must have been really into having k**s. He desperately hoped that the voice wouldn't try and go anywhere with that thought. "Even I have limits, dude."

Sarah had been handed the responsibility of looking after her family at 17. It hadn't been easy on her. Mike didn't know how she'd handled it. There was a great strength in her, and also a great caring. She finished raising him and his sisters, though Danni would never admit it. She was shorter than him, thin and was usually cleaning something.

Their parents had both been doctors and had left them financially comfortable, but you wouldn't know it. Sarah had always been in charge of everything related to all the finances. Mike didn't even really know how well off they were, until he'd gotten older. Sarah always gave to her family first and herself second. She was wise and so very sweet and caring. He swore at the voice in his head silently, wondering why he always had a sister pop into his head when he started to cum. It happened every damn time. He felt like a degenerate pervert. He looked at the clock again. 5:35.

It was going to be a long damn day. He stood and went to the bathroom to shower. After they'd moved out of their parent's old house, Mike made damn sure that they had more than one bathroom. He wasn't going to compete with four other girls time. He still had to share with Beth and Em, but it wasn't as bad as trying to use Danni's. Sometimes it looked like some creature made out of makeup and hairbows had exploded in there. Danni could be such a slob for having such an impeccable body. She'd spend hours on herself and not a minute cleaning anything up. She always had somewhere to go, someone to see, or something to do.

He got in the shower, turning the water to hot.

She could be a colossal bitch sometimes. He'd never known her to not be calling him or Em something, tossing an insult or a heavy object at him. He wondered if she acted that way around any of her myriad of friends. Was that her role in her group of friends? Was she the tempestuous bitch that could fly off the handle at the drop of a hat? What did those guys she went out with see in her?

"A nice rack, an exquisite ass, a perfectly toned stomach..."

Besides the obvious, of course. She was definitely hot. That wasn't the point. He shook the thoughts of her out of his head.

He obviously needed to get rid of some of his raging male hormones. He grabbed some shampoo and squirted it in his hands. He started rubbing his dick, trying to concentrate on a fantasy. He quickly became erect and could feel the orgasm easily building in him. The bathroom was filled with the wet sound of his hand pleasuring himself and he desperately prayed that the girls in the house were still asleep or deaf, or both. His thoughts drifted briefly back to Danni, bouncing up and down and up and down... He shook his head, internally scowling at the voice, forcing his thoughts back on the cute redhead in his fantasy. So close now, he could feel it rise in him like a wave, relishing the feel of his first orgasm of the day.

The voice was biding its time. It knew the perfect time to strike.

Mike was very distracted at that point and didn't hear the knock at the bathroom door. Emma peeked in, saw that it was her brother and not Beth in the shower and started to pull her head out. Then she heard it. It sounded like something fleshy was rubbing something else fleshy and wet. She put a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh as well as a cry of surprise, figuring out just what the hell the sound was. She thought briefly about leaving, but a kind of morbid curiosity filled her.

He still didn't hear notice the door had opened. Everything kind of faded out as he started to climax. A thousand tiny sparks went off in his head... and then the voice struck.

"Oh Danni."

A streamer of cum shot out and hit the shower wall, while images of Danni bouncing up and down on the diving board, her perky breasts bursting at the small bathing suits she wore, flashed through his head. "Oh fuck me," Mike said out loud as he began to shoot his seed onto the tile in front of him. "Oh Danni," he blurted out as the images continued to flash through his head.

Emma stopped. "Oh Danni?" she thought, suddenly not so mirthfully amused at catching her brother jerking off. Oh Danni? What the fuck was he doing? Was he actually fantasizing about Danni? He hated her. Wait... what the fuck? "Oh MY GOD!" Emma froze as she realized she had spoken out loud, and slapped a hand over her mouth again.

"Damn it to hell, not again," Mike said loudly, mostly at the voice in his head, which incidentally was cackling in glee. Why the hell did he just yell Oh Danni? Damn it to fucking hell.

"Oh MY GOD!" he heard just outside the shower. He froze. He really hated when images popped into his head when he was coming, and it was always one of his sisters.

Thinking he had sensed her spying on him, Emma yelped loudly and pulled her head out, slamming the door behind her and running to her room. She dove into her bed and couldn't stop laughing. Great peals of laughter rolled out of her as she desperately tried to smother them under her pillow.

"Oh fuck," Mike groaned. Which one was it? "Please tell me it wasn't Danni." Oh god, oh shit, oh lord, oh no... his brain rambled. What the fuck had just happened? Why the hell did he just blow his load thinking about the one sister he hated? What the fuck was that about?" Mike leaned forward into the stream of water and closed his eyes. He felt like a deranged asshole. "Shit... I must really need therapy."

He got out, toweled himself off and stomped off to his room to get dressed.

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Breakfast started normally enough. Sarah was up, as usual, when he came downstairs in his customary blue jeans and t-shirt. She was making some bacon and eggs, for him he knew. She turned as he reached the bottom step and came over looking concerned.

"I heard you tossing and turning last night, everything okay sweetie?" she said, reaching up and rubbing a hand on his cheek with genuine concern on her face. His gaze drifted lower, settling on her ample rack, her breasts tensed, moving beneath her customary apron, so large and inviting, Just look at that cleavage, it's the Rocky Mountains in there, Oh my god she's not wearing a bra..."

"Mike?"

"Fine," he said a little too quickly and sat down with a thunk.

"Nightmare?" she said, trying not to let on that she knew he'd been ogling her.

"Yup."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope."

"Eggs and bacon?" she asked, looking at him, still concerned.

Beth was there as well, sitting down and enjoying the smoothie she'd just finishing making. Mike cast a glance at it, and determined that it looked pretty damn good. It was a marvel at how well Beth could cook. She made some marvelous dishes when she could be bothered to. Normal nights, Sarah would do the cooking, but it was always Mike's favorite when Beth volunteered. Beth didn't notice him, or was pointedly ignoring him. Was it her? Oh god she knows and she's going to tell Danni. 'Oh shit oh fuck oh god oh no,' he thought.

Beth slurped a bit of the purple frothy drink. Mike forced himself to calm down.

"Do you want some of these or not, sweetie?"

"Sorry, yeah."

"You sure you're ok?"

"Uh...yeah sure, just... bad dreams again."

"Yeah, I know, we established that earlier," she said. She felt a twinge of sympathy for her younger brother. He was obviously horny, a blind woman would be able to sense that. It was positively oozing from him. It was obviously turning him into a drooling idiot, unable to concentrate. She'd have to start wearing a bra in the mornings, maybe encourage the other girls to do the same so it wasn't so hard, on him. She chuckled, 'hard on him' and amended the last part of that thought in her mind, 'difficult' on him.

"Yeah, I um... yeah."

She was looking at him with genuine concern again. "I'm here if you wanna talk about it." She slid a plate heaping with eggs and bacon on it in front of him. "Eat up."

"Nah, I'm fine," he said, diving into the heaping plate of warm yummy goodness. Danni came bouncing down the stairs. He glanced up at her. She was wearing a sports bra and some work out shorts. Looked like she was gonna go running again and make all the men rushing to work sweat. Mike couldn't help blushing as she came downstairs and he felt his eyes drawn to her breasts as well. Her sports bra definitely wasn't helping, and he wondered why it wouldn't quit slacking and do its damn job. God those jiggling boobs looked so nice, why isn't she yelling at me yet, 'oh god she knows, oh fuck fuck...,' he thought again.

"Grab her tits and run, she'll never catch you,"

As she bounced down the stairs, Mike saw Emma coming down behind him. Danni rounded the table and reached for the blender, still full of Beth's smoothie. She reached for a large glass, inspecting the bottom to see if it was clean.

"Save some for Em," Sarah admonished, seeing Danni start to pour some into the glass. Danni rolled her eyes at her sister. She turned at looked at Mike, shoveling runny eggs, bacon, and toast into his mouth.

"You're gonna start looking like a plate of eggs if you keep eating that many every morning, pigfucker," Danni said, smacking Mike on the back of the head.

"Knock it off, Danni," he warned, not in the mood. "Or, you'll what?"

"I'll knock you off," he said under his breath. She was facing away from him, taking a long swallow of her smoothie. His eyes drifted downwards towards her perfectly toned ass. It was so damn perfect and round, like an apple. A nice, warm, fleshy apple.

"Bite it"

'I thought we took care of this earlier,' he grumbled internally, and forced his gaze back to his plate of eggs. He inevitably looked back at her, his eyes cold and hateful. At least he hoped that's the look he was conveying. She had such smooth looking skin, it looked like she had spent hours rubbing lotion on it, which she probably had. A thin rivulet of pink froth ran out of her mouth and sped for the finish line down her neck and towards her cleavage.

"What did you say, Michelle?" That was another of her nicknames for him. Michelle, Mickey, Mikeypoo, shitbag. Oh yeah, she was hilarious. He rolled his eyes at her.

"Be nice," Sarah said.

He glanced over at Emma. She didn't return his look, and was almost pointedly ignoring him for some reason. "Fuck," he thought. That's who walked in on him. Great, it had to be her. He was already dreading the inevitable questions followed by the realization that she could blackmail him. He'd be washing her car by the end of the week, he just knew it.

"You guys wanna do anything today?" Sarah said, looking at the clock.

"I've gotta get the pool and hot tub cleaned and ready to swim in, and mow the lawn," he said, suddenly deciding to work out all his mental issues with some good old hard labor. There was nothing to like taking the edge off a rampaging sex drive like working out in the sun. At least he hoped it would help.

"There's a party tonight at the frat house. I'm gonna go lay out and get nice and bronzed. See if I can't meet a stud tonight." Danni said.

"Or three," Mike said.

Emma giggled across the room, pouring herself some smoothie.

"Fuck you, Mickey."

"No but thanks for the offer, Hoover," he said, but wasn't quick enough to duck the salt shaker she had grabbed and hurled at him. He groaned as it thunked into his chest. She hated it when he called her Hoover, for her tendency to suck on things like a vacuum would. "Strike a little too close to home?" he said, not looking at her.

"At least I can get a date and don't have to try and hide porn in my room," she said, her voice rising to a yell."

Mike turned red. "Try not to fuck anyone on the way to the party," he yelled at her.

Beth and Em couldn't contain themselves any longer and burst out laughing, Sarah though, had her hands crossed and was giving both Danni and Mike that knock it off look.

"Why don't you go jerk off, you little shit," Danni yelled loudly.

Emma sprayed her smoothie out of her mouth in laughter after hearing her and started to cough wildly. Mike was deep crimson, but knew better than to push his luck and turned to go upstairs. Beth was cackling loudly and even Sarah couldn't help as she cracked a smile and began giggling, though she kept saying "Stop laughing, it's not funny!"

Danni, however, knew when she had him on the ropes. "Maybe if you go with me tonight you can get a little bit of play, see if there are any guys that like you," she yelled at his quickly diminishing form.

After she stopped laughing at Emma, Sarah turned and admonished her sister. "When will you stop being so damned mean to him? Jesus Danni. Sometimes you go too far."

Beth was still laughing, clutching her sides as they began to ache. She always laughed a long time and it didn't look like it was stopping any time soon. She could barely breathe she was laughing so hard. Emma had finally stopped choking on smoothie but she wasn't even close to being finished laughing. Beth had a very infectious laugh and before long all three of her sisters were rolling along with her.

Beth had her head down on the table and her shoulders were rolling with sobs of laughter. Raising her head to inhale deeply, she accidently snorted, drawing more laughter from her three sisters than before. "It wasn't that funny," Sarah said, finally, able to regain her normal mask of composure after several minutes had passed.

Mike trudged upstairs to get some work clothes on.

"Bitch," the voice said again.

Mike didn't reprimand it this time since it was right. She was a bitch. A fucking bitch in fact. Well, fuck her. Wait, no. Wrong insult. He sighed, pulling an old shirt over his head, as images of her boobs jiggling while bouncing on the diving board filled his head.

How did she always know how to push his buttons so well? Practice maybe. They were always going at each other like that; Mike winning some, Danni winning more. He always managed to get in a few good hits though, before she threw the inevitable knockout blow. Unfortunately she'd gotten used to the insult 'Hoover', and it wasn't winning any fights for him anymore. He'd have to come up of something else.

He went downstairs and avoided looking into the kitchen. The laughter had died down but he wasn't going to take any chances of starting another volley. All four of them were in there yapping at each other. Why the fuck were they so damn talkative. Mike could spend a week in the house and not say a word. Not his damn sisters though. Yap yap yap blah blah blah fucking blah. Plus, the conversations they had were so damn ridiculous! Hair and makeup, boys, parties, reality television, it was all retarded to him. It was like he was living near a PMS tornado in an estrogen hurricane, desperately trying not to get swept away and still dealing with raging hormones to boot.

His mind began to inevitably replay the events of this morning, the dream, Emma, the shower. FUCK. Why did Danni have to pop into his head when he was masturbating? Fuck her, the nosy slut, always butting in where she wasn't wanted. Damnit, fuck her.

"Yeah, go fuck her"

"Stop it, damn you. That's so damn wrong!" he'd gotten far too loud now, in his head at least. Why had he felt the need to vocalize her name, and with Emma there! He felt himself getting flustered again and headed to the shed to find the lawn mower. He looked at the sun. It was barely up over the horizon. Screw it if the neighbors get upset. He didn't care if it was early. He bent over to check the gas and oil.

He liked to think that it was an evil presence in his mind that was making him think all of these things. He didn't know if it was really there or if it was a natural part of being a teenager. It had only started causing him grief recently. He'd only started getting interested in girls until he was out of high school. Having your parents die when you are still young does strange things to people.

All through junior high and high school he hadn't really had a girlfriend. Quite obviously, he wasn't interested in boys but he'd just never really pursued any girls. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to them or get horny, he was and did. He just turned all that energy behind it to sports. Football, soccer, cross country, track, all of those he could understand. They translated well for him and they were where he had focused most of his frustrations. Bending over, he yanked on the starter cord and the mower roared to life.

College though, was different. He'd gone to a small town high school. Football was everything in Texas. If you didn't play, you didn't exist. If you did, you were popular. If you were good, you became a God among the locals. His sisters were stunned when he'd declined playing college football, though he'd been offered a few scholarships. He'd grown tired of it. He'd decided to put it behind him and focus on getting a degree, finding a good job and his place in the world. He hadn't realized how much of his horny, crazy psyche he'd either repressed or even only restrained through his strenuous sports workout schedule.

He slowly mowed around the small peach tree he'd planted in the backyard for Beth, not wanting to damage the thin layer of bark at the base.

It was like someone had turned on a fire hydrant but only had a water hose to use with it. A sex hydrant, a rampaging sex filled fire hydrant running loose in his brain, continually r****g the other loose thoughts in his head. He felt like his head was bursting at the seams and just knew that a horde of little pussies and breasts with arms and legs would burst out if it did, and then run off to go terrorize the neighborhood. Sex was all he thought about. It was all he wanted. He'd never been with a girl, though he'd kissed a few. That was another odd thing about him. Back in high school, being the star wide receiver meant that he could pretty much have any girl he wanted, that wasn't already taken. Plenty tried to give it up for him, but he'd never seemed interested, never seemed like he really cared about it. He'd had a girlfriend in high school, but she was a very religious girl, and didn't really seem to mind that he never wanted to do anything more than make out or maybe grope her boobs a little. It worked out great. They split up after graduation and both went to different Universities. It had been amiable and they still emailed each other from time to time, but he knew there were never any real feelings between them.

It had been more of a mutually beneficial partnership than anything else. It kept her from having to try to stave off sexual advances from every guy around her, and it kept him from having to come up with reasons for not sleeping with every girl that offered it to him. She liked him much more than he liked her, and she was very good friends with Emma. Still, he did get to cop a few feels, and would get occasional urges to take it further. By the time he'd have the chance to do so, a football game or a track meet would have taken his concentration and all of his focus. They'd been voted 'Most Congenial' in the yearbook. He wondered briefly why they didn't have a 'Most Likely to Masturbate to Your sister' category.

Walking over to the gate, he pulled the mower through and headed to the smaller front yard to finish. As soon as he was done mowing and had the mower put up, he trimmed the hedges, used the weed eater up next to the house and around the trees, edged the sidewalks and turned on a few hoses to water the lawn. Heading back into the shed, he grabbed the dip net to start fishing out the leaves from the pool.

The sun was up by now, it had been about 3 hours and it was already getting hot. It looked to be about 11 o clock. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his neck and chest. The door to the patio opened and Danni came out, followed by Beth, Emma, and finally Sarah, who was carrying a glass of water for him. She always looked out for him. She looked so small and vulnerable, so easily, breakable as she walked towards him. Her breasts were jiggling as she walked. STOP IT.

Danni walked around without saying a word to her brother and pulled her clothes off, revealing that same damned bikini that she always wore. Mike was glad he was wearing sunglasses. Emma was still pointedly not look at him, though, and Mike really couldn't blame her. He felt himself start to blush, but knew the heat of the sun would hide any color that might show up on his face.

"Here sweetie," Sarah said, reaching up and wiping sweat from his face and handing him the water. He downed it in a few gulps. Sarah turned to go back inside, presumably to clean something. Mike watched her until she had gone, her ass bouncing along behind her.

"Thanks," he said turning his attention away from his sisters and back to the pool. He stopped and deciding it was getting entirely too damn hot for a shirt, pulled his off and tossed it aside. Sweat coated his chest and ran down his back. He picked up the dip net again and went back to work.

Emma had definitely been avoiding looking at her brother. She was still trying to process everything that had occurred this morning. She couldn't help but notice as he took off his shirt, how well toned her brother was. He wasn't an overly muscled lummox like most of the guys in college and back in her high school were, or were desperately trying to be. He looked lithe, muscular but not bulging. Suddenly aware that she was ogling her brother, she turned and concentrated on her book. A few minutes later she reached into her towel bag pulled some oil out of it and began to rub it absent mindedly across her body.

"Oh dear god no," Mike said softly to himself as he glanced over and saw his twin rubbing herself down. He quickly turned his back.

Beth and Danni were lying on their backs, eyes covered with shades and bodies covered in oil. Emma lay down beside them to soak in the sun. They all reached beside themselves for magazines as their brother moved slowly around the pool, sweeping leaves out.

He was methodically moving around the bottom of the pool, scooping out any and everything that had fallen in during the winter and spring. "I should've done this when spring hit," he said aloud, desperately trying to keep the voice quiet. It was screaming "BOOBS" over and over and pounding on his brain with tiny fists. "OVER THERE, BOOBS," he couldn't help himself and glanced over, immediately regretting it.

Danni lay on the left, on a lounge chair in her tiny yellow micro-bikini. Her breasts were smaller than Beth's, but much larger than Emma's. He stared as she laid the magazine in her lap and flipped absently through the pages. Her skin was so shiny and still so soft looking. She must spend hours getting herself to look that good. He changed his mind. She'd always looked that good. She was so damn sexy. If she wasn't his sister, he could easily see fantasizing about her. He could see that her nipples pressing against the tight yellow fabric, seemingly like tiny creatures that were desperate to get out. He wondered how many guys had had them in their mouths. Did she like that, having her nipples nibbled? They seemed to be pressing awfully hard. His eyes widened, they almost looked erect. Holy crap, they were hard! It wasn't cold out, why were her nipples erect? Maybe there was a breeze where they were laying out.

He glanced over at Beth. Her boobs were very large, almost perfect in shape. Every time she moved they would bounce ever so slightly. Why couldn't he have pictured her when he was masturbating? If it had to be a sister that popped into his head, he'd definitely prefer it be Beth. Whereas Danni exuded pure sex, Beth was beautiful, intelligent and wise, but very beautiful; it was just hiding a little bit by what she wore and people how perceived her through her intelligence. He glanced downwards. He could just make out the lips of her pussy through her white bikini bottoms. He wondered if she shaved.

"What the fuck am I doing," he said loudly. This was Beth that was ogling. Sweet, innocent Beth! He glanced over at his prone sisters. All three had lifted their heads and looked at him curiously. Emma smiled knowingly and suppressed a giggle.

"Dropped some leaves back in the pool," he said, trying to dismiss it. He was immensely grateful when they laid they're heads back down. "Damn it," he muttered, even when he didn't hear the voice, it was still trying to corrupt his thoughts.

He couldn't help but look at his last sister. She was lying on the right, sunlight drenching her nearly naked form. He'd never realized how shapely she was. He was the tallest in the family, followed closely by his twin, and then Beth. Danni and Sarah were both much shorter than him, at least eight to ten inches. Emma came up just to his eyebrows, an inch or so short of six feet. Her blue bikini top was soaked in oil, having been a little overzealous when she was rubbing herself down. He'd never thought of her as being sexy. It was Emma, for Christ's sake.

He forced himself to look at her objectively, though. She'd almost never had a boyfriend, but he knew she wasn't a lesbian either. He somehow knew that she was still a virgin, 'twin intuition' he guessed. Her breasts were like small apples, not as big as any of her sister's. Her blue bikini top was d****d over them, and they sort of disappeared as she lay back. She had to have small nipples, as the top she was wearing barely covered any of her breasts. Danni must have bought it for her. He could see them poking up through the blue fabric, again, seeming to want to try and get free.

Her ass though, good lord, her ass. While her other sisters all had perfectly fine rumps, Emma's could win a prize. First of all, it was muscular and not all fat and jiggly. She was just as athletic as he was and played a lot of sports. Track, cross country, soccer, all were on her sports resume. She was fast, faster than her brother even, and she loved to run. He loved to run too, but he'd let her pull ahead so he could watch her muscular buttocks flexing and unflexing in front of him. Shaking his head again, he forced his concentration back to the leaves.

Danni couldn't concentrate on her magazine. She kept glancing through her sunglasses at her annoying little shit of a brother. She couldn't believe how angry he could make her. What was it about him that enraged her so? She idly watched as he was scooping the leaves methodically in and out of the pool. It was a little relaxing watching him work. He had a nicely toned body, and she found herself staring whenever he bent over and his back muscles flexed when he lifted the net. His arm muscles corded and flexed as he dumped it into a bucket and then they disappeared, back under that sweaty, man flesh. "Oh my god," she thought, realizing she was watching her annoying little brother. Flustered, she picked up the magazine again and tried to concentrate.

Emma was having a similar problem; her novel wasn't nearly as interesting as watching this sweaty chunk of flesh flexing and working out all over her imagination. 'This is Mike, you dummy, your own twin,' she kept telling herself. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants and couldn't help but wonder exactly what the hell he was staring at to cause that. The memory of the "Oh Danni" incident flashed into her memory just then and caused her to laugh out loud. She pointed to her book as her sisters looked over at her, in order to cover the scene.

Mike scooped the last of the leaves out and went to check the pump and backwash it. Screwing on the drain cap on the bottom of the tank, he switched the lever to the proper setting and flipped the switch. As the pump barked and started coughing, he let his gaze drift back over to his twin. He stared down between her legs. Neatly trimmed of course, not seeing any pubic hairs peeking out. He peered intently down between her thighs, and was just able to make out the lips of her vagina. Which of his sisters shaved, and which were trimmed he wondered? Do they taste different?

"Let's go find out right now"

The voice shook him out of his daze. The tank was clean, so he turned it off, turned the pump to filter and turned it back on again. The pump sputtered to life and began pumping water through the sand filter. He went to the shed to grab a scoop of shock and a few chlorine pucks.

He'd looked down at the pool and caught sight of the tent that had been pitched in his pants. Hands full, he couldn't really do anything about his dong situation. He hurriedly threw the scoop of shock into the pool and put the chlorine pucks into the strainer. Nonchalantly turning back around he tried to adjust his dick so that it wouldn't look like the Leaning Tower of Weiner and grabbed the hose to wash his hands off. He'd already resolved to jerk off again when he got upstairs, hopefully to someone he wasn't related to.

He was hot though, and deciding quickly he grabbed the hose and held it over his head. Water began to cascade down his sweaty muscled body. Unbeknownst to him, all three sisters slowly craned their heads to the left and stared. He rubbed a hand through his hair to free dirt and grass and sweat from it and gasped as the water cooled and cleaned him. He shook his head vigorously and ran the hose over his chest and armpits, briefly scrubbing them, and then turned and cut off the water.

As he turned around he saw all three sisters, obviously staring at him. He glanced at them, curiously, waiting for a comment from one of them or even all. Finally growing impatient he glared back. "What?" he yelled.

Simultaneously, three heads dove back into magazines and they all chimed, "Nothing."

Rolling his eyes, Mike turned and went inside.

"Stop right there," Sarah said, as he came through the patio door, bringing him a towel. He smiled sheepishly, seeing the puddle of water around his feet.

"Strip," she said, indicating his clothes.

""I'll bring them to you in a second." he said. He didn't want her to be made aware of his boner. It was still hard enough to cut glass, or at least puncture half a dozen things he could think of just off the top of his head alone.

"Let's go puncture Beth," the voice blurted out.

"And drip water through the living room, up the stairs and down the hall, I think not bucko, now strip," she said, holding the towel ready.

Seeing he wasn't going to get out of this easily, he unbuttoned his fly and peeled his wet blue jeans off. Wet blue jeans are hard as shit to get off, as he was soon reminded. He pulled at them with one hand, while holding tightly onto his boxers with the other. Not making any progress he let go of his boxers and made an attempt pulling with both hands.

Sarah, genuinely trying to be helpful, leaned down and pulled on the sides of his pants, which then immediately began to slide, and with a sudden wet *slosh* his pants did come off, completely down both legs. But unfortunately, right along with his boxers. Acutely aware that he was now naked, and his erection was free and pointing directly where it morally shouldn't be, he began to turn and cover himself.

Sarah, being directly in the line of fire, never had a chance. Mike's dick hit her square in the face as he tried to turn around. It hit her in the nose and grazed off her open lips as she tried to pull her head up out of the way. Throwing herself off balance as a result, she fell back onto her butt as she slapped a hand over her mouth.

"That was awesome"

"Ohmygodimsosorry," she blurted through her hand, not being able to help herself and staring at her wildly dancing brother who was desperately trying to hide his erection. "You could have said, something... about... your... situation. Oh my goodness sweetie, here," she said finally offering him the towel. He ripped it from her grasp and around his body in a frenzy and bolted upstairs.

"Wow," Sarah said after a few seconds of stunned silence.


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Mike had run upstairs and sat down on his bed, waiting for his embarrassment to subside. He looked down inspecting his rigidity, but it didn't look to be going anywhere soon. "Dead kittens, monkeys brains, clowns," Mike said, concentrating. Then, opening his eyes to take another look, he scolded, "Damn it." It actually looked harder. Knowing what he'd have to do, he reached into the drawer next to his bed to grab the bottle of lotion he kept close.

He squirted some on his hand and stood, looking for something to ejaculate into. He grabbed a towel off his desk and glanced outside. His three sisters were still sunning their already tanned bodies outside. "Oh god," he said, as he felt arousal rumble throughout his loins, it actually jumping up a notch after looking at his sisters. With a curious look on his face, he quickly opened up a webpage and clicked around for some porn. A pretty blonde with pigtails and cum on her face popped into view. "Perfect," he said and started to furiously rub his engorged member. A wet *squish, squish* noise quietly filled his room once again. He continued to rub, waiting... and waiting... and waiting. What the hell? Damn it, the pretty blonde wasn't going to do it this time.

Danni was rubbing more oil on her stomach. His dick jumped. Sighing and resigning himself to his fate, he grabbed his cock and slowly to massage its length. She moved up and rubbed oil on her breasts, her hand briefly travelling below the top and then back up again. She adjusted them and let them fall back down. He could feel it building up within him.

"Mike," said a voice behind him. He froze.

"Sweetie, turn around." It was Sarah. He didn't fucking move.

He heard a click as the door closed and another as it locked. "I'm not trying to embarrass you and I'm not going to scold you. Please, turn around so I can talk to you."

His head dropped and he slowly turned, dick in hand, expecting a burst of uncontrollable laughter . "I'm...I'm," he stuttered. He felt like crying, he was so embarrassed.

Sarah didn't scold him, though. She was too good of a person for that.

"Stop, you don't have to be embarrassed, sweetie. Masturbation is as natural as... as...," she had a caring look on her face as he glanced at her. "Well, even I do it pretty regularly. Probably not as much as you, and usually not in the middle of the day, and certainly not with any thoughts toward one of our sisters, but I still do it all the same."

Mike's face was burning. He'd never been so humiliated. He felt like crawling in a hole and dying.

"Sweetie, talk to me."

"What do you want me to say? This is the ultimate embarrassment. First the downstairs incident, and now getting caught by my sister while imagining my other sisters."

"I'm sorry that I forced you to get undressed and caused you to... well... you know."

"Hit you in the face with my dick," Mike finished for her.

"Precisely yes, thank you. It's okay sweetie, I'm not angry."

"I know, this is just... a little awkward."

"Can we talk about it? You'll feel better."

"I'd rather just hide in here for about a year," he said with a glance, but then realized that she was obviously not going anywhere until this was resolved to her satisfaction.

"Why are you masturbating to your sisters? I'm only assuming you were since you were at the window."

"I don't really know," he answered. It just kind of happened. I was jerking off in the shower this morning and she just kind of popped in my head and wouldn't leave. It was very, intense."

"Who is she? Beth?"

Mike slowly shook his head. "Danni," he admitted, his face burning.

"Danni? Really?"

Mike looked up and saw that she had a puzzled look on her face.

"What's wrong with Danni? She's hot," he couldn't believe he was defending her.

"Nothing, it's just I figured..."

"What?"

"Well, Beth's just got much bigger boobs than the rest of us, and she's so beautiful when she lets herself be. I don't know, I just figured if you were gonna jerk off to one of your sisters, it'd be her, or Emma maybe."

"I don't do this, I've never done this," Mike said, feeling exasperated. He looked down at his cock again. It was still at full mast and demanding someone pay attention to it. "I was showering this morning and trying to get rid of some frustration or hormones or whatever, and I... when I finished... Danni just wouldn't get out of my head," he confessed, leaving out the screaming "Oh Danni" part and Emma witnessing the event.

"Sweetie, everyone has weird shit pop into their head when they masturbate. It's natural, nothing to feel bad about." She was trying to look him in the eyes, but he was desperately looking anywhere but at her face. Her gaze kept drifting back down to his painful looking erection.

"Mike."

"What," Mike said, flustered.

"How are you still erect? It's been like that since you came inside, and that was like ten minutes ago. Is it gonna, you know, go away? It's starting to look a little painful. I mean, can't you just, I dunno, not think about sex?"

He looked at her, briefly amused. Her eyes were travelling from his penis back up to his face, though they kept drifting back down to his crotch. He felt like a pervert, seeing his sweet, older sister staring at his crotch. "I doubt it, it's like it has a mind of its own," he grumbled, no longer amused.

"Why don't you look at something on the computer to um, well, you know..."

"To help me get rid of this damn thing," he finished for her.

"Yeah," she said, offering a smile.

"It won't help, I tried, obviously," he said pointing at his computer screen.

He felt dirtier than he already did as she leaned over and clicked on a few pictures. "Wow," she said. "I like that one," she said, indicating a picture of two beautiful lesbians locked in a sixty-nine.

"Sarah!" Mike said, surprised.

"Sorry sweetie, it's just a little, um... hard, to concentrate."

He rolled his eyes and looked away.

"How about fantasizing about something?"

He looked at her like she was growing a horn out of her face. "I'd just have Danni pop back into my head."

"Why Danni?" she asked, suddenly very inquisitive. "Is Beth in there anywhere? Emma?"

Mike groaned and rolled to the side. "This is the worst day I've had in a long time."

"I'm sorry sweetie, I was just curious. I'm only trying to help."

"You're all in there somewhere. It's happened before," he finally admitted. "I think I've got an evil subconscious, or something. It causes this shit to pop into my head at the last moment, right before I ejaculate."

"All of us?" Sarah asked, a curious little grin on her face.

Mike started turning red again. "Yes."

"So you..."

Mike saved her the pain of saying it.

"Yes, you pop in there too, more than the others, in fact."

"I do?" she said, shocked.

Mike nodded.

"Why?"

He shrugged weakly, "I don't really know why any of my sisters pop in there."

"But, I'm not gorgeous like Beth, or sexy like Danni, or have Emma's cute little ass."

Mike looked at her incredulously. "Emma's cute little ass?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed her ass."

"Well, of course I've noticed, but I didn't think..."

"What, that I'd know that one of my sisters had a nice ass?"

Mike was beginning to wonder if he knew Sarah at all. She was looking at him again.

"Yes, they are all very sexy." he said, but then added, "But you just seem so perfect, and you are sexy too, and pretty, and so kind."

"You really think I'm pretty?" She looked shocked.

Mike nodded again, then looked up and stared directly at her. He looked a little ridiculous at that moment he was sure, pecker hard as steel and his oldest sister trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry."

"For thinking about me when you masturbate?"

Mike nodded again. "That and..." he gazed down at his hard-on

"I," she started. "I think it's flattering. I don't know, I suppose if you have to think of something, I don't mind it being me."

"You don't?" It was Mike's turn to look surprised.

"No," she shook her head, "but you have to tell me something."

"Okay...," he said looking at her curiously.

"What do you find sexy about me?" She was biting her lip nervously, and he suddenly became afraid that he'd say the wrong thing.

"Complement her breasts"

"Well, um," he began, trying to figure out what it was that turned him on so much whenever she popped into his head. He sat back a second and tried to figure out what she was doing whenever she appeared the last time he'd achieved orgasm, and then remembered about Captain Super Dong in his lap and quickly leaned forward.

"I've got a thing for shorter girls, I suppose. I really like the way your breasts look in your apron, and when you are wearing shirts like that one," he nodded at her chest. She glanced down and grinned back up at him. She was obviously enjoying this.

"What else?"

"Well, I like the way, you wash dishes."

She looked at him like he said he liked it when she took a dump.

"When I wash dishes?"

"You are just so concentrated on your work; sometimes I just sit and watch you. You move around and your boobs wiggle beneath the apron; it seems like you never want to wear a bra. Not that I mind," he added quickly and lowering his gaze to hide his smile. He glanced back up at her a second later; she was smiling like someone had just given her flowers.

"Go on," she said softly.

"What else do you wanna know?" he asked, starting to get embarrassed again. "I like the way your butt looks when you fold clothes and the way you curl your toes when you are reading on the sofa or watching tv. I like the way you brush your hair from your face whenever you're concentrating on something. You are just so, damned..." he searched for the right word, "delectable!"

"Delectable?" she couldn't contain her smile. "That's so very sweet, Mike."

"So how do I look when you, you know..." she said, hoping he'd finish her thought for her. He wasn't going to make it easy on her though, and sat looking at her.

"...when you masturbate. How do I look when you masturbate," she said finally leaving her tentative shyness behind.

He giggled at her for a second. "The last time it happened and you popped in my head, you were standing at the sink, wearing nothing but an apron and doing dishes. You were turned around and you had one finger dipping sexily into your mouth."

"Wow, and that worked for you?"

"Ohhhh yeah." Mike said, "I get that one a lot."

"A lot? How often do you jerk off?"

Mike blushed. "Somewhere around 5 or 6 times a day, maybe more."

"Holy shit Mike!" She was taken aback. He felt like a freak, a crazy meat slapping perverted freak.

"Jeez, that's a lot." she exclaimed, "Sweetie, how can you handle it that much?"

"I have to! Sex is all I think about, and I do mean ALL I ever think about! If I don't, I can't even think straight. Especially around this house, with Beth's beautiful tits staring at me all the time, or Danni shaking her rump around the house, or your sweet face and perfect breasts poking me in the chest whenever I'm hugging you, and Emma's luscious curves and ass."

"Yeah, you sure do seem to like those hugs a lot, and its easy to see why now." she said, with a wry grin.

He smiled, blushing slightly. "I can't help it. You girls are driving me insane. I know you are my sisters and its wrong, but that's why it's so damn exciting. You have no idea the effect you have on me and my... situation."

"Wow," she repeated, "I'm flattered now that I know how attractive you find me."

"Really, you aren't repulsed by all of... this?" he said, gesturing to himself.

She smiled and shook her head. "So um, how are you going to get rid of that... monster?" she asked quietly, giggling at her choice of words.

"I don't know if it's a monster, but thanks anyways. I'm hoping it will just go away eventually, on its own." but the look on his face didn't convey very much faith in that idea.

"Well you can always..."

He looked at her, she looked nervous. She was probably afraid that his dick would suddenly try to eat her.

"Nom nom nom"

"Do you want..."

He looked at her curiously again. She was biting her lip nervously and fiddling with her nails.

"Um, do you want some... help?"

"Sarah!"

"What? You are my brother and I love you! I don't like to see you so uncomfortable. If you are really jerking off that much, then you are obviously overwhelmed with all these hormones!" She had her hands on her hips now and looked like she was trying to scold him, "I take care of you in every other way, what's wrong with taking care of you in that way."

"SARAH!"

"Mike, come on, I was just asking if I could help you, I didn't say that we'd drop to the floor and I'd let you fuck my brains out."

"Jeez Sarah!" He'd never heard her talk like that, and it was definitely not helping to diminish his erection."

"Calm down Mike," she replied laughing.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them again and she was still staring at him, waiting for an answer. He rubbed his face with his lotion free hand, finally conceding that he couldn't make himself disappear just by willing it.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

She hadn't thought that far ahead. She looked around her, as if she'd find a blowup sex doll somewhere around his room. "Well um, would you like me to..."

He didn't drop his gaze. After a few agonizing seconds he asked, "To do what?"

"To let you look at me?" she said, giggling as she saw his overzealousness.

"You'd do that for me?" he asked, a little too enthusiastically.

"Sure I would, sweetie," she smiled sweetly at him again. "Why don't you lie back on the bed?"

The part of Mike's brain that usually didn't speak directly to him, the moral side, suddenly woke up at that point and wondering just what the hell was going on. The voice sucker punched it, knocking it out again.

She stood and went over to the window, glancing to make sure the other three were still outside sunbathing. Reaching up, she pulled both of the blinds shut and slowly turned around.

"Can you still see me well enough?"

Mike nodded, a little too enthusiastically. She came and stood at the end of his bed. He was lying down in the middle with his feet hanging off the end and his head on his pillow. His dick was an angry red tower in the middle of his sheets.

She slowly reached up and undid the top button on her shirt. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, threatening to pop out and fall to the floor. It didn't, thankfully, realizing it was still needed to continue pumping blood to the pulsing tower between his legs.

Her hands moved to the second button, he could see the space between her breasts, soft and tender and kissable. She moved her hands lower and undid the third button, never taking her eyes from her brother, who had slowly begun to massage his erection again. As she undid the last button, she pulled her shirt open and Mike was afforded his first full unobstructed view of her impressive breasts. They were pale, as she was usually too busy for anything as frivolous as laying out in the sun. They were larger than Danni's and nearly as big as Beth's.

"Like what you see?" she asked, just a little nervously. Her eyes looked down, unable to look him in the face. She seemed ashamed of her body, almost embarrassed. Mike couldn't make his mouth work correctly, so he nodded his head like a puppy would. Seeing her smile as she saw him nodding so fervently, lit up his entire world.

As her breasts spilled free and Mike stared at them for the first time, he sighed audibly, like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. They seemed so perfect, round and pale, nipples small and erect. Was she getting turned on as well? They looked like they were very bouncy and had almost no sag to them. They actually seemed perfect to him, for lack of a better word.

"Wow," he said. "God you are so damn hot."

"Ok," she said blushing and rolling her eyes, "you don't have to sweet talk me you big smoothie."

"No, I mean it, s*s. You are," he looked up at her and directly into her eyes, "perfect."

She smiled, blushing. "You're very sweet, Mike." She smiled as he looked at her inquisitively. She nodded at him, "You can touch me."

His heart was pounding like a hammer in his chest. He slowly leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her hip, pulling her close to him. She accommodated him by straddling both of his legs, sitting down on his upper thighs.

"That's not hurting you, is it?" she asked him softly.

"It's fine." It could've been evil monkeys hammering razor blades into his skin and he wouldn't have moved her. Gingerly he reached out, running his hand along her face. Skin so soft, smooth, God she was so beautiful. He had a sudden urge to kiss her. So gently running his hand along her cheek, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. They were moist, warm, and parted easily, allowing him in. He probed gently with his tongue, feeling hers, warm and soft, yielding. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeper, pulling his head closer to hers and gently probing his mouth with her tongue. He moaned softly and she smiled as she kissed him. He looked down as she kept kissing, moving gently to his cheek. Her breasts were so close to him, he slowly ran a hand down her shoulder. She arched her back in anticipation of his touch, and slowly his hand closed around her orb. She moaned audibly as he leaned in and began to kiss her neck, then lower, down her neck and to her chest. He pulled back and stared at her breasts, going over every freckle, and every bump, his hands moved gently over her nipples, pinching and rolling them beneath his fingers.

He looked so adorable, like he was enamored with her boobs. It was almost like they were the first pair he'd ever touched. It was so erotic having him pay so much attention to her breasts, most boys never did that. They liked hers of course, but they usually played with them a little, and then charged screaming for home plate... God, she was getting so wet. Little sighs and moans found their way from her lips to his ears, spurring him on. He marveled at how much smaller she was compared to him. She fit so easily inside his arms, it felt like he was protecting her from something, having her there, kissing her neck and hearing her enjoying every little kiss and touch. He felt like he could stay there for hours holding her, feeling her being protected by him for once.

He moved from one side of her body to the other, just staring, touching, and inspecting every inch of her perfect breasts. He glanced up at her briefly, and seeing her smile, gingerly leaned his head in and licked his sister's nipple as softly as he could manage. She arched her back again and involuntarily scooted closer to him, eager to get her nipple closer to his tongue. She felt her own tongue playing around the outside of her mouth, trying to convince his own what to do to her eagerly awaiting nipples.

She moaned louder as he finally sucked the entire nipple into his mouth, running his entire tongue along the top of it as if it were a large scoop of vanilla. He smelled so good, his hair still sticky with sweat, his muscles warm from the sun outside. It was so intoxicating,