Art woke as he did most days, too early and with an erection that wouldn't quit. His routine continued as he slid from bed and headed out of his room. Reaching down, he gave his morning buddy a few tugs; rubbing at the head with his palm as he walked down the stairs and into his kitchen.
Moving to the window over his sink, he glanced out at his neighbor who was playing out her own morning routine. Art's window looked down into the first floor bathroom of her town house. Though the window was frosted , it opened at the top with an angle that allowed him to see right into the shower.
Just like most weekday mornings Sylvia was getting ready for school. He leaned closer, his hand beginning to slide slowly up and down the length of his cock, watching as she lathered her nubile flesh.
Art spun around as somebody cleared their throat behind him, hand still resting on his engorged cock. The sound had come from his younger sister. He had forgotten that she had shown up drunk around two that morning and he had let her sleep it off in his spare room.
"Guinne," his voice cracked slightly as he spoke, something it had not done in a very long time. He grabbed a towel from the oven rack and covered himself in a vain attempt at decency. "I forgot you were here. I'm sorry, I'll get out of here," his cheeks darkened to a deep red, reminiscent of the inside of a watermelon.
Guinne laughed at him, a rich and pleasant sound. Her thick lips formed a luscious smile as she looked at her brother. One hand on each hip was causing the baby-doll t-shirt she wore to hike up a little and reveal a pale stomach. The soft peach fuzz on her stomach caught Art's eye for only a moment before the small purple gem in her belly button ring glinted.
"Oh my, Art. Do you always wander around in the morning jerking off," She went onto her tip toes to peer over his shoulder and out the window, but couldn't see past him. "Or do you save that for when your baby sis is over to spot you?" She slid forward, leaning against him to look out the window at Sylvia .
"You dirty, dirty old man," She was grinning as she spoke, thinking about how she sometimes played soccer with Sylvia when she visited her brother. "Spying?" Little did she know that her brother spent almost every morning jerking off to the beautiful young neighbor girl.
Art barely heard her. He couldn't move, it was like time had frozen him in disbelief. Guinne's knee was pressed against his inner thigh, her grey panties rubbed his bare hip. The pressure of her handful-sized tits against the side of his chest caused his dick to throb with her proximity and the heady scent of her body.
He had fantasized about his younger sister when they were both still living with their mother, but that had been long ago. Art had watched her blossom into a young woman, growing from a boyish child into a delectable young lady.
Guinne was that special kind of voluptuous and sexy woman that caught many eyes. She had wide hips and a rounded peach of a backside which curved into a waist that dipped just right. He had always had a thing for girls with a little extra padding but it wasn't until now - with his sister leaning against him - that he had considered the source of that attraction.
"Earth to Arthur," Guinne had stepped back, no longer pressing so pleasantly to his naked body. "Anyone home in there?" She waved her hand before his eyes.
"Sorry," he mumbled, casting a pleading look at his sister. "Uhm, can we just pretend this never happened?" She was blocking his path to the kitchen door - to safety - and his mind was trying desperately to figure out how to get past her.
"Pretend you don't spy on your neighbor in the shower and wank?" Guinne raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look serious, but with the faint signs of a smirk showing on the edges of her lips. "Or pretend that I'm not making your cock even harder?"
"What? Guinne, can you at least move so I can get something more than a kitchen towel to cover up with?" He spoke with a mixture of anger, sarcasm and shame, "This is a bit embarrassing, you know."
Unbudging, she grabbed the towel from his hands revealing his still very hard cock. "You mean this?" She smirked, holding it up. Art reached for the towel but she flicked her wrist back and it landed on the chair behind her. His hands dropped in an attempt to cover his once again growing erection.
"What the hell, Guinne?" He moved to push past her, though deep inside he hoped she wouldn't let him, hoped she would continue on this path and act out some dirty fantasy of his.
Guinne reached out, pushing him back up against the counter, her body weighing against his. She could feel his naked cock against the flesh of her stomach, jerking with arousal at his sister's aggressive move.
"What do you think you're doing? Let me go," he tried to sound firm, as if he genuinely wanted her to move but there was doubt in his voice, hesitation.
Guinne saw her desire mirrored in her brother's almond-colored eyes. Ever since she had discovered her brother's morning routine she had wanted him and had fantasized about how to get herself involved.
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Long before she knew of the taboos that surrounded incest, Guinne had started watching Art. As her first exposure to sex he had become the focus of her drive. Although she had dated men in high school and college and experimented with her sexuality, every morning she still thought of her brother's hard dick being stroked in his hand and had always fantasized about him when she was with other partners.
Here stood the focus of all her fantasies, the throbbing member that had filled her mind each time she had played with herself, the face that had filled her vision even when another man had slid himself into her.
"What the hell do I think I'm doing?" Guinne responded, a coy grin sliding across her lips. "I'm rubbing up against your beautiful cock, Art. I'm pressing it against my stomach and letting you feel my soft skin. I'm trying to have my way with you." Her voice was growing husky as she spoke, and she could feel the warmth between her own legs increasing in its intensity.
Art swallowed thickly at her words. What the hell had gotten into his little sister? "You can't do that, Guinne, you're my sister," the words forced out, knowing that it was the truth, that she had to stop. He wanted her to keep going though, to do more than just press her stomach to him.
"It shouldn't matter," her hand slid between them, grasping his erection lightly in her hand, just holding onto it, feeling its warmth, feeling the cock she wanted so bad. It was hot to the touch, thick and firm in her hand; not porn star long, but more than enough to enjoy. It felt amazing in her grasp; better than she had ever imagined it would feel. It made the wetness between her legs almost unbearable, her panties becoming soaked, causing her juices to drip down her thigh.
"I want you, Art, I've always wanted you. I want this thick hard cock in my hands. I want to wrap my lips around it, I want to feel it deep inside of me, I just want it."
Art hadn't pulled away, he could have, she wasn't holding onto him that tightly. She blocked his path out of the kitchen, but he could have moved to the side to get away from her, or just pushed his way past her. Guinne knew he wasn't going to run, knew that he wanted this too, and so, slowly, her fingers began to slide along his length, rubbing his precum into his erection. Her eyes peered over his shoulder, spotting Sylvia getting out of the shower now, her perky little tits wet.
"Guinne," Art whimpered; his tone half protest, half plea. "We can't do this," but he was still there, not pulling away, not pushing her aside. Her hand began to move a little more firmly along his length, stroking along it, turning and rubbing the head into her palm. Fingernails scraped along the sides. She had watched him please himself for years; she knew just how he liked it. His eyes were half lidded, perhaps surrendering to her, perhaps to himself. Her fingers continued to stroke his length, her other hand dropping down to gently cup his balls; a finger sliding down to rub at that spot beneath them that she knew he liked to touch.
She wanted more, she wanted to feel him in her, but she sensed that it was not yet time to press her brother any farther than this hand job. So with an expertise gained from years of observation, and some practice as well, she brought him to orgasm. He moaned out as she jerked him a few last times, his back arching as his juices spurted out, long strings of cum sprayed her stomach and hand. She moaned softly at the feel of it splattering onto her bare stomach; the warm liquid nearly driving her into ecstasy as well.
His body shuddered faintly as she continued to gently stroke his cock, feeling it slowly deflate. Then she released it and lifted her hand, bringing it to her lips, finally able to taste her brother's seed. She closed her eyes as she licked the juices from her fingers. She had discovered in her adventures that she loved the taste of cum, and perhaps it was the long wait, or just something about his flavor, but she swore it was the best she had ever had the pleasure to eat. She greedily licked every drop from her fingers, and then turned her eyes south looking for more. Her fingers moved over his cock, scooping up what she had spread there and then gathered the strands that had fallen on her shirt and boy cut panties.
Art watched her, his eyes still half closed, as she committed this lurid act. He had never seen an actual woman eat cum like that and it almost stirred him again, but he forced the thought away. His mind protested what had happened as bad and wrong, but also embraced it as good and oh-so-amazing. He looked down at his now limp cock and then up into Guinne's eyes; she was licking the last traces of his juices from her fingers still. It was unreal, women in porn pretended to like cum, but his sister so obviously did. Most of the women who had given him blow jobs had either acted like it was gross and spit it out, or just swallowed like they were 'supposed to'.
Realization of what had just happened seemed to finally sink into his head and he pushed past his sister, moving rapidly away from her to the stairs, dashing up them. He threw open the bathroom door and slammed it behind him, not thinking to lock it as he turned the shower on. He turned it up until the whole bathroom began to fill with steam, throwing a glance at the fogging mirror, who was this man before him? This man that had let this happen? Art climbed under the spray.
It hurt, turning his skin pink with the heat, but he barely noticed. He scrubbed himself, but it didn't help, he didn't feel any cleaner. He knew inside that nothing would clean away what he had let his sister do. Nothing could clean away breaking one of the oldest taboos. He should have stopped her; should have ran. But he had not, he had just stood there, had let his little sister jerk him off. He leaned against the shower wall and then slowly slid to the floor. He pulled his legs up against his chest, and rested his head on his knees. Hugging himself, confused, and feeling a little violated but also desiring more.
Guinne had watched him run off, hearing the bathroom door slam shut, the water turning on; washing away what she had done, probably. She cringed, had this all been wrong? Her fingers were still in her mouth, the taste of his juices still lingered on her tongue, and while she thought that perhaps she ought to chase him down and talk to him, she couldn't do it like this. All she'd be thinking of was the wetness between her legs, so she headed out of the kitchen as well and soon was dropping onto her brother's guest bed.
She pushed her grey panties down and kicked them off onto the floor, they were nearly black from the moisture her body had produced. She bit her lip as her fingers slid down her stomach. Images of her brother's juices there, not minutes before, made her shiver with excitement. Her fingers continued down until she reached her clit, one pushing down to rub between her lips a bit. It took almost no time before she was whimpering and moaning, before her whole body convulsed and quivered with her release.
She laid back, her breath coming in short hard gasps; she had never made herself cum that hard. She couldn't help but imagine what it might be like if Art's hand had been the one to help her finish.
She frowned at that thought; Art had seemed pretty upset about it. She sat up slowly peering at the open doorway and across the hall to the bathroom's shut door. Slowly she slid from the bed, the warmth of a shower on her mind. The shower was still running, Art still hadn't finished. She figured he would be in there for a while and grabbed the shirt she had been wearing to clean herself up a bit. Guinne pulled a change of clothes from her backpack and pulled it on, heading downstairs after to wait for Art.Time passed around Art but he didn't notice. The water grew cold, but he was already numb all over. After a while there was a knock at the door, he ignored it, or maybe didn't hear it. Guinne leaned against the bathroom door; he had been in there for hours. She sighed and knocked again, but there was once more no reply so she gave up.
"Art?" Guinne called through the door, but silence was her only answer. She wasn't sure if he was ignoring her, or simply hadn't heard her. She called out to him a few more times and continued knocking. He didn't respond though and she knew he wasn't going to. Finally, she reached out and tried the handle. He hadn't locked it in his haste, so she turned it and walked in.
His sister approached him, reaching out and shutting the water off, picking up a towel and hanging it over him, covering his nudity. It wrenched her heart to see him sitting there in that state. Had it been wrong? Well, obviously yes, in some ways, but not this much, it couldn't be so wrong as to break her brother like this. Guinne wanted to wrap him up in her arms, and cradle him like a child. Instead, she sat on the toilet, looking at him in the shower, practically comatose.
"Art, you need to talk to me. You're scaring me."
At first she didn't think he was going to respond, minutes passed and finally he turned his head up, so he was looking at her. "I'm scaring you?" he finally asked,"What are you doing to me? 'Seducing me?' Why, Guinne? What made you do this? It's not right. You know it's not right."
"Why isn't it right? Because society says so? Because if we had kids they could be retarded? It's not like I want your babies, Art, and who cares what society says? Don't you love me? Didn't you like that? I know you think I'm attractive, I've seen you look on occasion. I think you're handsome, and if we're not having kids then what does it matter Art? Can't we just love each other?"
He didn't know what to say to her, part of him agreed, but part of him protested. What did society matter though? And no, they weren't planning to have kids from this, or well, she didn't seem to, and he didn't want any. But what if there was an accident? A broken condom, a pill forgotten, it happened... And then what if society found out that his sister was having his baby? Or that he was sleeping with her at all? God, what was he even thinking these things for? This was wrong. It might not be society's business, but they would try to make it their business if they ever found out. Since he didn't know how to respond, he just didn't, just sat there. He shifted a bit so that the towel covered him better.
"Art, I've wanted this for years. It's not like I just woke up today and saw you and decided 'what the hell.' I used to watch you, in the morning, when you'd lay in bed and masturbate. Every morning, just before your alarm went off you'd toss your covers aside, and grab that bottle of lube you kept between your nightstand and bed, strip off your night clothes. Some mornings you'd just lube up and go at it. I assume you'd fueled it enough in the night that you didn't need any help other than your imagination. Other times you'd pull out one of those magazines you kept hidden beside your bed, and look through it as you worked at yourself. I saw it all, even the stuff you're probably embarrassed about." Guinne grew silent for a moment, looking at him. He was staring at the wall and she could see both arousal and a glimmer of revulsion in his eyes at this revelation of hers.
"I started watching you a long time ago. I had to pee one morning and I heard you making noise, so I peeked into your room. You were facing away, and didn't see me. You had a magazine out and were bent over it, your hand moving along your length. I had never seen anything like it, seeing your dick hanging down between your legs. It made me weak in the knees, I didn't know it then but it made me so horny. I watched until you came and when I scurried away fearing you'd see me, I discovered that my panties were soaked. I had only just started having my period, and something told me that I shouldn't ask mom about it. I didn't have anyone else to ask either, none of my friends knew anything, I did talk to them about it kind of; never telling them I'd seen you, just asking questions. But they didn't have any more idea of what it all meant than I did."
Art was still staring at the wall, she knew she was babbling, but it had to come out.
"I started to figure some things out; I would sneak into your room when you weren't home and look at the magazines. I didn't really understand at first; I thought it was some kind of guide. The pictures of men and women touching themselves made me wonder. I figured that was what you looked at. Like it was some kind of training guide for masturbation and sex, though I didn't really know what sex was at the time. I liked the money shots the most; I didn't know what they were. I just knew that you always sprayed that white stuff out, and I wanted so bad for you to get it all over me. Like the guys in the pictures did.
"I started sneaking into your closet before you woke up, watching you through the slats, and after a while beginning to play with myself as well. I didn't have orgasms at first, but it still felt really good, so I did it. Leaning back, watching you play with your cock; I'd rub and rub at myself.
"You almost caught me the first time I came; you had been taking extra long that morning. I was really getting into it, imagining my own hand in place of yours, and yours in place of mine. I had started to realize more about sex and masturbation by that point, so I knew that it would be better with your help. I watched you cum, and then all of a sudden it was like an explosion went off in my pussy and I moaned and I think you heard me, but mom had started to yell for you to hurry up and get in the shower. You'd taken so long getting off that you were going to be late for school. You rushed out to take a shower and so you must have forgotten that you'd heard me."
"I thought I had imagined it." Art finally spoke in answer to that, glancing at her now, watching her instead of the wall, but still looking somewhat disturbed by it all. But the story was drawing him in, and he was looking at her as she continued to speak.
"I thought maybe that was the case, though I'm surprised you even remember it." She said it softly, peering back at him, "Do you understand this, Art? Do you understand that you introduced me to sex? You are the only man I have ever really wanted. Later I learned about incest, that it was wrong, but it just stopped me from trying more, I still watched you. Hell, I came with you the morning you moved out of mom's house.
"Before today, that was the last time I had seen you naked, seen you cum; it's been agony. It's been nearly six years since you moved out, Art. But each morning I've lain in bed, fingering myself and wishing to God I could watch my brother stroke his hard cock; thinking that perhaps you were doing that in your dorm or here in your apartment. Last night when I came over I wasn't really drunk, I was faking it so you'd let me crash here. And this morning I snuck into your closet to watch. I had just planned to spy on you; I just had to see that lovely cock again. But then you didn't just lie in bed jerking off, you got up. I thought you had stopped doing it, but as I watched you leave I realized you were just no longer restrained by living with our parents. It thrilled me, watching you wander around your house naked.
"I thought for a moment that perhaps you would go to your spare room, where I was supposed to be sleeping. Why else would you be so free? I thought maybe you had known all these years, and now were going to make a move. But I realized that you had simply forgotten that I was here and so I interrupted you. I broke past my own fears and hoped that you would break past the taboos with me, because I wanted you so bad."
"You know what happened next, you were there with me." She fell silent then; her tale of lust and incestuous desire there before him.
He watched her, not saying anything. Her story played over and over in his mind. Things in the past that he had written off to his imagination; sounds in his closet as he masturbated, looks from his sister that had seemed lustful; times when she had brushed against him in a way that suggested wanting more than just a hug or a kiss on the cheek. A part of him said to banish her from his home; tell her to go and never return. Pretend today had never happened, that she had never touched him, never seen him, to just put it all out of his mind. He knew it wouldn't work though; he couldn't banish her from his mind, even if he did banish her from his home. She had invaded his mind.
"Guinne, please go so I can get dressed." He looked away from her as she stood and left the bathroom. Quietly he pushed to his feet, using the towel she had draped over him to dry off. Pulling on his robe and hurrying to his room. He stopped with the door shut behind him, leaning against it. He looked around his room, and his eyes stopped on his closet. He knew Guinne wasn't in there, but he moved there anyway pulling it open and looking inside. She wasn't there. He sighed and walked to his bed, laying down on it.
His whole world felt like it had been turned inside out and upside down, and then shaken, vigorously. He ran his hands through his hair; he didn't know what to do. He wanted to go to her and press their lips together, to hold her and be with her and know her as a man knew a woman. She was an adult, in her early twenties, she had made the choice to touch him, had offered herself to him. It wasn't like he had somebody in his life; he had only ever had one relationship last more than a couple months and that had been just after high school. Years ago now. His love life was a string of one night stands and meaningless relationships; internet dates and hook ups at clubs and bars. He had never related well to any woman. That wasn't entirely true though, he had always been able to talk to his sister, had related to her as a person. Which just brought him back to the question: Why not?
She was right; he did love her. They had always been close as children and as she was growing up he had always been able to talk to her. They shared interests and had been friends all of their lives. Had all that been a ploy by her, though? Now he wondered about it, about every interaction he had ever had with her. He lay there for awhile, until finally he pushed it all from his mind. He couldn't let this ruin what he did have with his sister; she was still his friend. Did he want more than that though? More than just a friendship between brother and sister?
He sighed and pulled on his clothes, his mind still going over all that had happened this morning. The 'beep-beep' of his phone cut through his thoughts though and he lifted it, voice mail. He flipped it open and dialed his voice mail, listening for a few moments. It was his boss; Art hadn't gone in this morning. He glanced at the clock on his phone. It was already past noon; he'd sat in that shower for hours.
"Fuck." Moving to the door as he called his boss, luckily his schedule was flexible so it wouldn't be a big deal. They had only called to check on him as he usually came in early and left late. But he was a graphic designer, and technically he set his own schedule. "Hey, it's Art. Yea I'm fine, just had a minor emergency with my sister and I didn't think to call. I'm gonna go ahead and take the day off. I'll work Saturday, I don't have any plans anyway. No, no, nothing to worry about she just got a little too drunk last night and I had to drive her back to her dorm this morning so she could get to class on time." He was descending the stairs quietly; almost afraid he might run into her. "Alright, well, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He hung up his phone, sliding it into a pocket and glancing around at the bottom of the stairs; there was a short hallway with the kitchen at the end, his living room off to the left through an arch, and a door to the bathroom to his right. The stairway also looped around to his right and went down stairs to the garage entrance and front door.
Guinne was probably in the living room, waiting for him. He took a slow steadying breath as he walked toward the living room door. She was there, sitting on the couch. She had changed, no longer in just panties and a baby-t. He was thankful he didn't have that reminder of this morning. She was now wearing a black tank top with 'So Say We All' across her breasts, with a pair of jeans and sneakers. He realized she must have been wearing them in the bathroom, but he hadn't noticed.
"I'm gonna make some lunch, do you want something?" He hoped that he had sounded 'normal' but feared that he still sounded a bit shaken.
She nodded to him, "Sure," gazing at him, trying to decide if he was freaking out or not. He nodded and turned away from her, moving down the hall to the kitchen. She watched his back as it disappeared; should she go to him? Or just let him be for now?
She decided against following him. She looked around for a moment. Her book, the new Rowling title, lay face down on the coffee table waiting for her to scoop it up. She had been trying to read it since he had stormed off to the shower, but her thoughts were distracted and she couldn't usually remember what she had read, so kept reading the same lines over and over again.
Guinne knew she'd just end up doing that again, so she put the bookmark in it and set it on the table once more, staring down at her hands. She could hear Art in the kitchen cooking; he would make a grand lunch, she knew. Art liked cooking, and everything he cooked was a production whereas she would have been fine with a sandwich or something, but she knew this would at least help calm him down. She looked around from object to object, finally reaching out and lifting the remote from the coffee table, turning on the television and leaning back. She flicked around the channels until she found some Battlestar Galactica reruns and left it there.
Guinne shifted, kicking her shoes off and pulling her feet up under her, trying to get into the show, but her mind was still elsewhere. She was thinking of Art, whether or not she had gone too far? Was this going to ruin their relationship? She loved him, like a brother and more, but she didn't want to lose their friendship. He had always been there for her, had always listened when she needed somebody to talk to. He had always been a part of her life, with him being six years older than her, she had never known a time in her life when he wasn't there.
After their father had left when she was twelve he had in some ways taken on that role, being both dad and brother. She had already started her sexual fixation by then, he had just graduated from high school, was starting college. But even with all the school work he'd had to do, he'd always found time for her. He always took the time to make her feel special, loved, even if their father had flown off to Germany and didn't want them anymore.
Guinne looked up at the doorway to the hall; she couldn't let him push her away, so with a soft sigh she got up from the couch and headed down the hall to the kitchen. He was at the stove, he had some chicken grilling on it, focaccia bread was laid out on the counter. So he had ended up making sandwiches after all. But even those were a production for him; vegetables, special cheeses and sauces; grilled chicken, even his special bread for them. She smiled a bit at it; she leaned against the counter a few feet from him, careful to not block his path from the kitchen this time, she didn't want him to feel trapped.
"We can pretend it never happened, if that is what you really want," Guinne said the words softly, carefully, looking down at her feet, the black toe-socks on them, her eyes avoiding looking at him. "I don't want to lose what we have, I love you Art, and while I want more, if you don't I will respect that and find a way to move on."
Art didn't answer right away, just turned the chicken over, setting slices of cheese atop them to melt, shutting the stove off. He didn't know if he wanted that, he had tried telling himself that he did, but he knew it was a lie. If he didn't want her he wouldn't have let her do what she had done that morning. He turned around looking over at her, her red hair cascaded down her head, framing her face, its ends touching her shoulders, but going no farther. Her eyes were green, like their father's had been, beautiful and large and full of all her emotions. He saw her own struggle in them, her love for him and her desire not to lose him. Her thick and rather luscious lips were in a faint grimace, resting beneath her slightly up turned nose. He had thought dirty thoughts about those lips before... he had once beaten up a friend for saying she had dick-sucking lips, but he knew it was true.
"I don't want to forget what happened," he finally whispered. At first she wasn't even sure he had spoken, but then the words clicked in her head. He didn't want to forget? Did that mean he wanted more? Her lips formed an encouraging smile as she looked at him.
"Me either," she said, looking into his eyes. Art saw the hope blossoming in her eyes, she wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him to her chest and kiss him all over. She stood still though, just looking at him; he had to make these moves for now, she knew that.
"I am not saying I think it should ever happen again, or anything at all should happen, but it did, and I can't forget it. I-" he stopped struggling with the words in his mouth, trying to make them say what he felt, but unsure how. She wanted to pipe in, but she waited, still knowing he had to lead this for now.
"I ... I liked it," the words took effort. He knew it was true, but he also knew it shouldn't be. He spun around and lifted the pan from the stove, using the spatula to place the chicken onto the rolls; they were already slathered in curry mayonnaise and a little dill mustard. He added lettuce, sliced tomato and mushrooms to both, adding a little caramelized onion to his own, knowing Guinne didn't like onions. She just watched him, that faint smile still touching her lips.
"There is Pepsi in the fridge, why don't you grab two and we'll go into the living room to eat, I think I hear Starbuck," he waited holding the plates as she grabbed the two drinks and then led the way toward the living room. He couldn't help but admire her backside, the pleasant heart shaped bubble of it.
Art knew that he did want her, she had awoken that desire in him, but he wanted to repress it. He knew it had always been there, down inside him, being hidden away, denied. He couldn't do that anymore, and it was pushing its way out, trying to get him to do more. He pushed it back down though and set their plates on the coffee table, sitting down and looking over at the television. He took the Pepsi she offered and opened it, taking a long drink and then setting it on a coaster. He tried to ignore the pleasant feeling of her thigh against his as she sat down.
They ate in silence for the most part, though she complimented his cooking. They watched the television show, it finished as they finished their lunches and he leaned back, looking over at her as she sat there. Her own head turning to look over at him, they needed to talk more, he knew that, but he also wished they didn't have to.
"We have to figure this out today Guinne, I called in that I wouldn't be coming to work, so I have all afternoon. I want to have this off my mind by tonight, I can't be distracted by it at work, people will wonder what's up."
Guinne nodded to his words, shifting her bottom on the couch and turning so she was looking at him, her body directed at him. "I already know what I want Art, no amount of talking will change that.".." he sighed softly, "I don't know if that is a possibility, Guinne."
"Well, you need to figure it out," she knew no other way to put it to him, she had said it, she did know what she wanted, and he knew what she wanted. All this lay on him now, "I can't make that decision for you."
Art didn't know what to do though or what he wanted, he didn't even know exactly what she wanted. Did she just want a fuck buddy? Or did she want a real relationship from him? It wasn't like they could 'date' exactly. Though thinking about that more, he supposed in a way they could, they had always been close, and nobody would think much of them going out, as long as they weren't making out or holding hands in public. They would just be a brother and sister going out to dinner, or a movie, or whatever.
"What do you want from me Guinne? Do you just want sex? Do you want more than that? How much more? I don't know what I can give you, but maybe if I better understand what you want..." he let his words trail off, and waited for a response.
A response didn't come right away, but Guinne chewed faintly at her bottom lip, the biggest sign that she was in deep thought. He had seen her chew at it like that many times in her life, but now as she did it he felt a desire to kiss her rising in him. And that feeling grew, like a fire burning in him, he needed to kiss her. They had kissed before, in the way siblings do, as kids, but he didn't want a peck. He wanted to kiss her. The fire inside him was too warm to deny and finally he gave in, his head tilting a bit on instinct, and hers tilting in the opposite way. Neither thinking about those faint movements as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Guinne reacted to his kiss, her body shifting forward so that it pressed into his, tongues danced in their mouths. His arms slid around her, tugging her closer to him and wrapping her in his arms. She was drawn into his fire, slowly pulling herself up into his lap, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest, her lips teased at his with their kiss. But a kiss cannot last a lifetime, and while it felt like an eternity passed with their lips locked together, it was only a few moments and then they broke apart, her head moved to rest on Art's shoulder.
Art turned his head away from her and looked down at the arm of the couch, his body leaning a little away, but she still sat in his lap. Guinne looked up into his face, her breath a little ragged, his own matched it.
"I just need to feel loved," Guinne finally whispered. Art turned to look at her, their eyes locking; her green eyes revealing her vulnerability, her fear that he would push her away again. She looked so lonely just then and his arms wrapped her up again and pulled her close to him. Guinne's head slid to his shoulder, as he curled her up in his embrace.
"Well, you already are loved Guinne, I have always loved you," Art whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. This is what it was all about, he knew now. She had never been loved by anyone, she was no virgin, he knew that, but like his own, her life had been a string of meaningless relationships and fuck buddies. "Alright," he finally whispered, he did love her and maybe they both needed a relationship built upon that foundation.
"Alright?"
"Alright, we can try this, see how it works out."
She didn't say anything, just squeezed him a little tighter. They would go at his pace; she knew that these thoughts and ideas were all new to him, at least in a real sense. Fantasy and reality could be very different worlds and while she had had years to grow accustomed to the ideas of what an incestuous relationship might mean, he hadn't.
Guinne's phone began to vibrate, and she reached into her pocket to retrieve it. Her eyes flashed around the room before looking to the caller id on the outside. Guinne let a grin touch her lips and stood, quickly moving from the room into the hallway.
"Hey, Art. I was starting to think you wouldn't call me, it's been two weeks," Guinne said into the phone as she stepped out of the classroom.
"I've been busy," Art lied, he stared down at the floor. He was in his living room, a homemade pizza on the coffee table before him, half eaten.
"Work, I guess," Guinne could tell by his tone that he hadn't been busy, during the week sure, but two weekends had passed, nearly three full weeks, since the last time they'd spoken. Since that fateful day that their relationship had started on a path that was far different from anything Art had ever envisioned for their futures.
"Yeah, work and stuff, I actually called to ask you out this weekend. There is a party at work, and I, well, as long as we aren't making out or whatever, we could go. Maybe after we can get a coffee and talk."
Talk. That was the word that frightened Guinne, did he mean talk of their relationship ending, or talk of them moving forward with it? "This weekend is good; I have classes Saturday and Sunday, like usual, but my Saturday classes are over at four, I could head over after that."
"Alright, that sounds good, the Party starts around six. I'll see you then," Art was a little scared at the prospect of seeing her, but he knew that he had to; more than that, he knew that he wanted to.
"See you then, I better go, I'm in the middle of my creative writing class," Guinne moved back to the door, having gotten out of its way just in case anyone wanted to use it. "See ya Saturday, love you."
"Bye," Art hung up, she always said 'love you' as goodbye, had since they were little kids, but this time it scared him. He loved her, and he knew that she loved him, but with the changes happening to them... It just frightened him.
Guinne pushed the door open, and slipped into the classroom quietly; her teacher looked up, and frowned slightly. Guinne looked down at her feet, trying to avoid the woman's eyes, hurrying to her seat.
Guinne couldn't manage to pay attention during her class; she doodled in her notebook, thinking about what might happen this coming weekend. How was Art feeling about what had happened between them? Was he going to tell her that it was over? Was he going to ask her to do more things with him? It was all so difficult to wrap her head around. When the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class, Guinne hadn't even put her stuff away. She sighed hurriedly shoving her books in her bag.
"Guinne, can I talk to you for a moment?" Her teacher called to her, Guinne frowned but nodded, coming up to the front of the classroom.
"Yea, Ms. Mercer?"
"I just wanted to remind you that that rewrite is due Monday, I don't want you getting any more behind in class. I shouldn't even have let you do this rewrite, but you talked me in to it. So it better be good."
Guinne's attention had been all over the place the last couple of weeks, and her teacher knew it, she needed to buckle down. "Sorry, I'll have it ready then."
Guinne said her goodbye and ducked out of the class, sighing as she headed for her next one.
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Art set his cell down on the coffee table and looked up at the empty television screen; he could taste Guinne on his lips. He'd spent the last two weeks trying not to think about Guinne, trying to find a way to pretend they hadn't experienced what they had.
He got up, picking the tray of pizza up as well, and heading into the kitchen, he set it next to the stove while he dug around for a container to put it in, once he'd found one he stuck the slices in and then put it into the fridge. His eyes flickered to the window, and then to where Guinne had pushed him up against the counter.
Art couldn't help but think about that morning, about her body pressed to his as she ran her hand up and down his length. He closed his eyes, feeling his erection pressing against his boxers. He looked down at the tent forming there, and unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't think of a better way to get used to thinking of her sexually, than masturbating when thoughts of her aroused him.
So he unsheathed his erection as he exited into the hall, his hand slowly working its way up and down his shaft. It was awkward walking upstairs like that, but he managed to stroke a few times on the way up and was soon lying out on his back on his bed.
Art closed his eyes as his hand stroked him slowly, he imagined that Guinne was in his closet, watching, her fingers buried between her legs, he moaned softly, and soon was splattering his juices all over his stomach and sheets.
--
Guinne finished her last class of the day later that evening and rushed back to her dorm room. She would have to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Her side of her dorm room was a mess, with clothes piled in various places; both clean and dirty. Her roommate's half was spotless; the girl was a neat freak, and hated how messy Guinne was. Guinne had stopped caring months ago.
Guinne began digging through the piles of clothes, throwing things on her bed that were a maybe. When she had finally gone through pretty much everything, she moved to the bed, sorting through the maybes. She wanted to look just right for Art, but also didn't want to look too slutty, since it was a work party. She realized she should have maybe asked how formal it was, but decided to just got with moderately. Finally she sighed and threw all of the clothes back on the floor and went to her closet. She had a half dozen dresses, ranging from one that looked like a prom dress, to a few that were practically see through summer dresses. She held each up to her in front of the mirror on her dresser, worrying her lip in thought.
She finally decided on a blue satin one, with a halter top that showed enough cleavage to draw a little attention. It angled down to one side with layers for the bottom part. She set it aside and dug around finding a pair of panties to go with it. Her breasts were still perky enough and with how the dress was designed she decided to be a little risqué and go without a bra, hoping her brother would enjoy that. It took her fifteen minutes to find the blue pumps that went with it, eventually locating them under her bed. With that she set it all up and dropped onto said bed, passing out with pleasant thoughts of the next night.
--
The next morning came, and with it classes; Guinne had two on Saturday, math for an hour in the morning, and poetry for two in the afternoon. She kept thinking about that night, about what they might do. She spent the whole day aroused and it was making her a little crazy, but she did her best not to think about it and somehow she managed to get through her classes. Though, as she walked back to her dormitory she decided that it might be best to borrow somebody's notes from both of them. She got home quickly and slid into the shower, she wanted to wait for tonight, but in case nothing happened she decided she had better relieve some of her arousal, or she might try and force something that Art didn't want.
Guinne's fingers slid down between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit slowly. She leaned back against the wall, glad for the no slip thing her roommate had installed in the shower; her eyes closed and she began to rub more vigorously at herself. With the water raining down and flowing through her fingers, it didn't take that long before she was cumming, her whole body shaking with it as she moaned and whimpered, her mind filled with visions of her brother.
Guinne ended up on her knees before her orgasm was finished, unable to keep herself standing as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Quickly she washed up, pulled a robe on, and began doing her hair. It took a few minutes to blow dry and style but soon she was exiting into her bedroom. Maria, her roommate, was at her computer doing homework or something, as she came out.
"Hey Maria," Guinne said as she began picking up what she had decided on wearing, sliding the panties on under her robe. She turned away from her roommate, dropping her robe and pulling the dress on, she adjusted it in the mirror, sliding some nude stockings up her legs, and finding her garters to put on as well. She paused for a moment looking at her feet, Hrm, panties over the garter would make for easier access.
Guinne slid her feet into the pumps and went into the bathroom, quickly sliding her garters back off and then pulling her panties off, she pulled the garters back on, and then the panties on top of them.
"No bra? Garter belt? Stockings? Must be a hot date," Maria called from the other room as Guinne shifter her under things around.
"Something like that," Guinne half mumbled, but loud enough to be heard. Maria got up wandering to the doorway to watch Guinne get ready, her eyes lingering on her roommate's voluptuous form a little more than was perhaps decent.
"Anyone I know?"
"Nope, he doesn't go to school here, he goes to the art institute; friend of my brother's," Guinne lied, Art had come by more than once when Maria was here.
"Ah; well have fun, and if you wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit tomorrow?"
"Yea, yea," Guinne nodded, knowing she'd likely do no such thing, she applied a small amount of make up, just highlighting her features, then find a pearl necklace and matching bracelet in her jewelry box, putting them on. She finished the look with a cream bag and with a beaded pearl strap. Looking around the room then at herself she nodded and headed out.
"See ya," she said, smiling at Maria as she left.
Maria waved goodbye watching Guinne's heart shaped behind exit the dorm. She had always found her roommate attractive, but that dress she'd been wearing was really something sexy. Maria slipped her hand down to the front of her jeans as the door shut fully.
Guinne rushed down to her car, a black Toyota Echo. She was soon speeding down the road; it was almost an hour drive to her brother's. She had told him she got out at four, but with her shower taking a bit longer than she had originally anticipated, it was nearly five by the time she was on the road. She decided not to call though; it wouldn't be too big a tragedy if they were a few minutes late for the party.
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It was nearly six and Art wondered where Guinne was, she had said her last class was out at four. He figured she had probably just spent an hour or more deciding what to wear; she had always been a bit picky. He shrugged, it didn't really matter if they were a bit late for the party.
Art heard a car outside a few minutes later, and headed to the door, he opened it as she was about to knock, offering her a smile as he looked her up and down. He'd seen the dress before, but not quite worn like it was, he wasn't sure why but somehow it seemed sexier than the last time he'd seen her in it.
"Let me grab my jacket, and we'll go," he said turning back into the house and going to the hall closet, Guinne couldn't help but look him over as well, he was in black slacks, with a blue pin striped dress shirt, no blazer or tie, as he pulled out his pea coat that she had got him for Christmas the year before, but she was glad it wasn't fully casual. She had worried she might have overdressed.
"So what is this party for anyway?"
"It's the 20th anniversary of the firm, all three owners will be there, though one hasn't worked in a dozen years or more, and one retired last year. But I guess with the big two-oh they are all coming in to make an appearance and show their support or whatever," Art said as he locked the door to the house.
He preceded her to the car, and unlocked the passenger door of his Charger. Guinne arched a brow and let a faint smile crease her lips. Art had was not the kind of brother who was quite so gentlemanly to open doors for her, but apparently he was the type of date who did such things. She couldn't help but take that as a good sign.
"Well that is cool, I'm glad you invited me to come," she was too, she might have said that even if she wasn't, but he'd thought of her and not somebody else. Granted she knew some of his coworkers so they'd still have to act like brother and sister. But maybe afterwards, though he'd mentioned going out for coffee, and not back to his place.
The rest of the ride was filled with some small talk, about school and work and their mother bugging them about coming over for dinner or something at the same time. Neither mentioned how awkward that could be if this moved forward.
Once they arrived Art led her up to the fifth floor of the building he worked in, the lower floors housed some law firms and other such things, but the whole top floor was part of the Graphic Design company he worked for. Originally they had just done print, but in the last ten years had moved into web and other alternate media.
Art looked around as they entered the large conference room where the main part of the party was taking place, people had spread into some of the other conference rooms and a few private groups were in the lobby and, he thought, perhaps some offices as well.
He spotted Chuck talking to some cute girl, he was pretty sure she was one of the IT people, and Chuck waved at them, beckoning him over.
"Hey," Art said, smiling at June and then glancing at his sister, "Chuck, I think you know Guinne my sister, and it's ... I'm sorry I know you've worked on my computer a couple of times, but I cannot for the life of me remember your name."
"June," she said with a smile, "Nice to meet you Guinne, even if your brother is kind of a jerk," she was grinning though, obviously teasing him.
"Only when it comes to remember pretty girls' names," Guinne responded with a wink, and June couldn't help but blush just a little bit.
"I'll go get us a drink," Guinne said, turning and heading off to the open bar on the other end of the room.
"Wow, don't take this the wrong way Art, but your sister cleans up really well," Art turned looking at her across the room for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders at Chuck.
"She's my sister, I wouldn't know," but even as he said the words he knew that he did know, that she was gorgeous over there by the bar, ordering them drinks. She was leaning against the bar, causing her dress to lay across her ample heart shaped rump in a very pleasant manner.
"June and I are going to go have a smoke, if you wanna join us?" Chuck glanced around then made a motion with his hands, like he was smoking a pipe.
"Nah, thanks though, you two enjoy," Art said, watching them head off, June wriggled her fingers at him, as they headed for the stairway that would lead them to the roof.
"Where are those two off to?" Guinne asked as she returned with two drinks, hers was green, and his was whiskey on the rocks.
"Roof, for a smoke break," Art answered, taking his drink and taking a slow pull off of it, a drink was just what he needed. He looked around, then back to his sister, it was weird, because he was thinking of her as a date, but he had to be careful, people here knew who she was, "I think they are dancing in the room next door, do you wanna go?"
"Sure," Guinne motioned for him to lead the way, she powered down her drink as they moved into the other room, setting it on a table that had been pressed up against the wall. They had gone pretty all out for the party and there was a DJ in one corner, the lights were all off and only some strobe lights and laser lights and things provided any illumination. Two dozen or more bodies were squeezed into a space that could probably fit half that many comfortably, but Guinne grabbed Art's hand and dragged him into the mess when he started to look like he wanted to back out.
"Come on," she said into his ear, half a yell and half a whisper, and soon they were out in the middle. Loud music made the whole room feel like it was vibrating, and she danced him around a bit, finally turning around and sliding his arms around her waist. He was capable of moving around in such a way that didn't look stupid, but he was not very skilled. Guinne on the other hand had taken ballet since she was 12 and had also taken some other more modern dance classes since she'd started at school.
Guinne was doing her best to make it easy on him, and make them both look good, and as the song changed into a fast paced techno song she began to shake her booty, his crotch was nestled against her ass, and she could feel that her jiggle was causing him some discomfort in the form of an erection.
Art was blushing, but luckily it was hot in the room and it would just look like he was heated from that, not that anyone could really make anything out in here, he hoped that Guinne would change how she was dancing when she felt his erection, and she did but her change was to push into him a bit more and to make her jiggle a little slower. It was obvious to him that she was purposefully teasing him.
The grinding of Guinne's backside into Art's erection was getting to be too much though, and after a few minutes of it he shifted around her, so that they faced each other again. A smile touched both of their lips as their eyes met. His fingers lifted, reaching up and moving her sweat drenched bangs out of her eyes. He felt her arms slide around his waist, and his erection dug into her hip, but at least she wasn't wriggling.
Guine looked around at the people around them, nobody was paying any attention to anything but the person they were dancing with, and anyone past a few feet couldn't see them in the lighting, so she pushed up onto her toes and pressed a hard kiss to Art's lips, her hips grinding into his erection. She was glad he was aroused, she was dripping herself, not as wet as she'd been that morning a few weeks ago, but she was certain that her panties were soaked.
Art let the kiss go on for a few moments, but then he broke it, too worried somebody might spot them. He raised his brows at her, and mouthed 'be good' she pouted, and he couldn't help but imagine those thick lips wrapped around his cock. Which of course caused his erection to twitch against her and she giggled leaning her head against his shoulder, as the song finished. Art took her hand and headed for the other room again, dragging her along, it was too hot to spend more than a couple songs in that room. Well, in his opinion.
Once they were in the hall Guinne stopped him, "Where's the bathroom?" She asked, and he pointed, "Get me a drink and I'll meet you by the bar, okay?" He nodded as she turned, he watched her moving away, her hips swaying pleasantly. He glanced down at his erection and then around, nobody was around so he took the opportunity to adjust it so it was less noticeable, then went to get those drinks.
Guinne relieved herself then went to the mirror, sighing at how smudged her make up was, she opened her little bag and dug around taking the time to clean it up and wipe away the glistening on her forward and between her cleavage.
"Having a nice time?" June asked her as she stepped into the bathroom, stopping at the mirror to fix her own make up and wash her hands.
"Yea, was just dancing and it is super hot in there," Guinne smiled at the other girl, the two could not have been more different in appearance, with Guinne being what most would call a 'ginger' freckles, red hair. She was also curvaceous, with a heart shaped bubble butt. June on the other hand was thin, she had soft looking features and Guinne guessed that while her belly was flat, it probably wasn't toned. June had enough curve to her hips and bottom to be attractive and not boyish, but only just. Combine this with dark hair, likely dyed the raven black that it was, and the plastic thick rimmed glasses she wore and the girls were about as different as could be."Yea I went in there for a minute, but without somebody bigger than me to make a path, I wasn't gonna get out into the mix, so I decided against it," She didn't mention she'd been hoping to spot Art in there to dance with, but she hadn't seen them then.
"I managed to get me and Art out onto the floor, but I had to do a little shoving, it was worth it though, he's not much of a dancer, but he tries," She smiled, thinking about his erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass, wishing there hadn't been so many layers of cloth in the way.
"Maybe I can get him to help me get out there and show me his stuff," at June's words Guinne's eyes flashed with jealousy for a moment, but she pushed it down. She was just supposed to be his sister tonight.
"Yea, you should ask him," Guinne finally said. "Well, talk to you later," then turned and headed out of the bathroom.
When Guinne was coming out, she found Art who was in one of the larger room where a little 'stage' of sorts had been set up, and somebody she did not recognize was up on the stage talking about the company and its founding. She slid her hand into her brothers as they stood and listened for awhile, she didn't recall anything anyone said when it was over though.
Guinne spent most of the rest of the party keeping her brother away from June, they had some fun, having a few more drinks, getting out on the dance floor a few more times, though this time Art didn't let her get so provocative, as the floor had cleared out a lot. Art switched to water after his second drink, as he had to drive, but by the end of the night Guinne was pretty plastered and it was all he could do to keep her hands off him.
"Let's get you home Guinne, you're too drunk to drive, so I'll drive you out to your dorm tonight and in the morning I'll come get you so you can pick up your car?"
"Or I could spend the night with you," Guinne said, grinning at him. Art didn't answer though, getting her to the elevator. She tried to push him up against the wall, her hand rubbing between his legs, trying to get him hard, and succeeding.
Art pulled her hand away though, and they got in the elevator, he spent most of the way down trying to keep her dressed and soon was practically pouring her into his car. He shut the door to the passenger side, resting against it for a moment and sighing. Guinne was really drunk, and he really didn't feel like dealing with her advances. He still wasn't even sure he wanted what she wanted.
Art moved around the back of the car and climbed in, soon they were on the way to her dorm, it was only about a half hour from his office. He glanced at his sister who was leaning against the window, she looked like she might have passed out, Art frowned as he turned back to the road. He turned on the Radio, the local rock station quickly coming on and playing some Modest Mouse.
They had been on the road for ten minutes or so when he felt Guinne's hand on his thigh, rubbing lightly. He glanced down for a second, then at the road, then at her. "I'm driving, Guinne."
"I know, and I'm playing," her hand moved to his length, rubbing along it, then sliding up to his zipper and tugging it down. He put his hand on hers, trying to stop her, but she wriggled her hand into the front of his pants, finding his erection underneath and stroking it slowly. Art sighed, glancing at her, then at the road again.
Art was torn, should he stop her? He both did and did not want her to keep doing what she was doing, she was his sister, but she was also an attractive woman. His erection sure didn't want her to stop, her hand stopped moving on him, though it didn't leave his pants, he glanced at her. Guinne's head had rolled back and was leaning kind of toward him, but she was quite clearly asleep again. He slid her hand out of his pants, setting it on her own knee and then zipping himself up.
Well that solved that, he supposed, he continued on toward her dorm. She didn't wake up again until they pulled in. Art got out and went around to the passenger side to help her out. She hung onto him as they went up the stairs and he got to her room. Maria was sitting at her desk and arched a brow when he opened the door, with Guinne practically falling down next to him. Guinne also had her hand on his backside, which was a little awkward.
"Hey Maria, she got a bit drunk, sorry ... mind helping me get her into bed?"
"Sure," Maria stood up, pulling the covers back on Guinne's bed, and Art kind of rolled her into it, Maria tugged off her roommate's shoes and then helped get her jewelry off, setting it on her end table as they tucked her legs under the blankets and covered her up.
"I guess I'll have to pay for some dry cleaning, after she sleeps in that, but I don't think she's waking up any time soon," Art said, smiling at Maria kind of wanly.
"I'll keep an eye on her, not the first time I've held her hair while she puked her guts out."
Art couldn't help but let his smile turn into a faint smirk at that, "Night," he said, heading out of the room.
"Night," Maria called after him, looking over at Guinne and arching a brow. Hadn't she been going on a date? Well maybe Art had simply been at the party and feeling chivalrous.
--
June watched Art and Guinne leave, frowning slightly, it had almost felt like his sister was trying to keep her away from Art. She shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the party though, it was likely her imagination. She put on a smile when Chuck and his girlfriend Flora headed for her.
"Hey, no luck with Art again?" Chuck said, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"I don't know, I guess he just doesn't really notice me. Maybe I'm not his type."
"I don't think so, I think he's just distracted, his sister got pretty drunk tonight, and he's such a goody he is probably super worried about getting her home safe and sound. I'll see about setting up something for us to all go do sometime, I'm sure once he has a chance to talk with you, he'll like you," Chuck wasn't sure he was right, honestly, but he didn't want her to feel down.
"Totally, what is not to like about you June?" Flora said, smiling sliding her arm around Chuck's waist. "Me and Chucky are gonna head out, do you need a ride to your place or anything?"
"Yea, that'd be great, I think I'm done here. Let me go grab my jacket and I'll meet you guys downstairs, kay?"
Chuck nodded and Flora smiled, as he dragged her off toward the elevator.
June was soon unlocking the door to her house and heading inside, she stopped by the kitchen long enough to grab a soda and a bag of chips then headed for her room. She sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed, opening the coke and downing half of it in a few quick gulps. She reached over and grabbed her remote, flipping through the various channels and finding nothing to watch as she stuffed her face. Finally she settled onto a rerun of Big Bang Theory, laying out on her bed.
By the time the show was over June didn't feel any more tired than when she'd laid down, and sat up sighing faintly. She rolled the bag of Cheeto's up and stuck it in the cubby of her desk, where a few other half eaten bags of chips were already stashed. She laid out and closed her eyes, her hand running down her stomach and to the cleft between her legs. June smiled at the feeling of her fingers against her clit, she could feel how damp she was even though her jeans, which she undid and kicked off. A moment later her shirt and bra joined her pants, she grabbed a probably dirty wife beater from the floor next to her bed and pulled it on.
Laying back she closed her eyes, and thought about Art, she'd first noticed him a few weeks after she'd been hired, over a year ago. She'd had to upgrade his computer, he never called about little stuff, but company policy required things like that to be handled by the IT department. She had been instantly attracted to him, from his deep eyes, to the way he handled himself. He was quiet, some might say he was shy, but she had realized right away that he wasn't shy, he just was involved in his own world, in his head.
June's hand had found the way to her clit again and she was rubbing slowly at it. But it wasn't enough and she reached over picking up the little black and blue striped vibe she kept in a shelf next to her bed, she turned it on, and placed the tip against her clit through her panties. A soft moan escaped her lips almost instantly, as she began to move the vibrator around.
That was of course not the only time she'd seen him, at the Christmas Party he'd gotten kind of drunk, and they had kissed under the mistletoe, but the next week he hadn't even noticed her when he walked by her on the way to his cube. She was pretty sure he didn't even remember it, or at least chalked it up to the mistletoe and not her desire to kiss him. She squeezed her eyes closed with pleasure, his lips had been wonderful, he knew just how to move them. And while the kiss had only lasted a few seconds, she could remember every little detail, from how he'd opened his mouth just a bit and she'd let her tongue dart across his lips. How he'd bit her bottom lip and then pulled away, smiled at her, and wandered off.
Art had amazing lips, the shape, the feel, the taste. Her back began to arch, her hips pushing up against her toy and her head coming up off her bed. Her mouth hung open a little, and her eyes flickered with the pleasure of her orgasm, soft moans and whimpers coming from her open mouth.
June collapsed down into the bed, breathing a little heavy and putting her toy away with one hand, she rolled over onto her side, pulling the covers up around her neck and closing her eyes. It was only a few minutes before she was deep asleep.Art was just putting the last of the prepped food into the fridge when the doorbell rang, he glanced at his watch, six fifteen, yeah she'd probably just taken awhile getting ready. He slipped out to the door, moving too close to the wall, his black cargo pants caught on the doorway and he was jerked back for a moment. He grunted in annoyance and disentangled himself, then moved to the door.
Guinne was looking around absently as she waited for him to answer the door; his Dodge Charger sat in the driveway to his townhouse, she knew in the garage was his baby, some muscle car that she never remembered the name of. She looked up, the building was three stories tall and she could see his bedroom window up there at the top. She hoped that she'd be looking out of it later. The door slid open interrupting her and she grinned at her brother. Her smile broadened a little when she saw that he was wearing the black Star Wars t-shirt she had bought him for his birthday.
"Hey big brother," Guinne said as he moved out of the way to let her in.
"Hey Guinne," he shut the door quietly and turned to her. He barely had time to breathe after he spoke as she slid her arms around him and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He almost pushed her away, the kiss unexpected, but as it lingered on, he melted into it. Guinne's hands lifted, mussing his hair lightly, the dark curls that he shared with their father so unlike her own red locks.
Slowly she pulled back, smiling at him and blushing a little bit, her eyes darted to the floor, as Art's skin turned red with his own blush. That had been rather forward and he couldn't help but wonder and worry about what might happen tonight. He pushed the thoughts away though and motioned at the living room. "Go pick us out a movie, I'll go make us some drinks. You still a gin and tonic girl?"
"Of course," Guinne smiled and turned heading to the living room. Art's eyes lingered on her as she did, the little black skirt she wore brought images to his mind that seemed to make it a bit difficult to breathe. Guinne could feel his eyes on her, and the thrill of it could be felt deep in the pit of her stomach. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin and she looked down at her shoes, acting like she had just noticed that they were untied. She bent at the waist, it was a little difficult to reach her shoes this way, but she was just pretending to tie them anyway. Her skirt lifted a bit as she bent, revealing the milky smooth skin of her backside, faint freckles kissed those round and juicy cheeks. Art swallowed thickly, as a bit more was revealed and he got a glimpse of the white panties she wore and the swollen pink lips that peaked out between the sides of them.
Art blushed deeply as he turned and went into the kitchen; his sister was wearing crotchless panties? What did she think was going to happen tonight dressed like that? Art pulled open the door to his freezer and removed a bottle of gin that was on the shelf. Turning around he walked over to the mini bar set up near the doorway, and leaned against it. His erection pressed against the cabinet, images of his sister's hairless lips fueling his desire. Art glanced down, pulling back a bit and adjusted it so it was less noticeable. He flushed thinking about it, maybe something would happen tonight, it was pretty obvious she wanted it to, and he couldn't help but want something in return.
Art called into the other room, "The movies are on top of the television."
Guinne had moved and sat down, but when he called out she got up to pick a movie. She looked through them picking up each one and reading the title. The top two were sci-fi flicks, the last was what looked like maybe a romantic comedy. She pondered all three for a moment, putting her elbows on top of the TV as she considered. Guinne noticed something back there, a DVD case, and reached out pulling it from where it was sitting, she grinned faintly, she was pretty sure it was some porno movie. It was called 'Under the Sheets' and had two naked women and a naked man in bed on the cover.
Guinne considered just putting the porno on, but decided that maybe it was better to ease into it; they had a long night ahead of them, or could if she played her cards right. So she popped 'Serenity' out of its case and stuck it in the DVD player, she'd seen it before and knew that Art had too, but it was a good movie. Neither would mind watching it again. Guinne moved back toward the couch, as she heard popcorn popping in the kitchen, she smiled and hopped onto the couch, kicking her shoes off and tucking her feet up underneath herself.
"What are we watching?" Art inquired as he entered with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and the two drinks balanced on a small tray in the other.
"Serenity, I figured who doesn't like to watch River kick a little ass?" Guinne smiled at him, as he sat down at the end of the couch, a few feet from her. She wrinkled her nose at him a moment, chewing her lip. Should she move down to him? Or was he purposely putting space between them? After a few moments Guinne moved over on the couch, so that she was leaning up against Art's side. He placed the two drinks on the table, and slid his arm around her waist without a word.
Guinne snuggled into his side a bit and stuck a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth; chewing quietly as he navigated the menu on the DVD and got it playing the movie. His mind was a little distracted, every inch of his body acutely aware of the fact that her breast was pressing against his arm and that her hand was resting on his thigh, inches from the erection he was trying to hide.
Somehow, the two managed to get through the entire movie, though Guinne did manage to work in a few kisses along with their cuddling. When Art had her pick out the second movie, she decided on the somewhat romantic comedy 'Lost in Translation.' Art had mixed them a few more drinks during 'Serenity', and they were both a little tipsy by now, but had switched to Pepsi so they wouldn't get too drunk. Neither of them was much of a heavy weight though and their three drinks apiece had definitely loosened some inhibitions. By the middle of the second movie, they weren't really watching it; they had shifted so that Guinne was half lying on Art, half sitting next to him, with her arms wrapped around him. Occasionally they would kiss, but for the most part, they were just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, the peaceful feeling of holding each other.
Things were slowly drifting toward a bit more than snuggling, as Guinne started to place gentle kisses along her brother's neck, gently nibbling at the soft flesh there. Art was a bit hesitant, but Guinne moved slowly, trying not to press too much, trying to take it slow with him. They both wanted more, she could feel the wetness between her legs and his erection pressing against her side.
Art and Guinne's lips were locked together, their tongues teasing and tasting each other's; when the room suddenly went quiet. Art pulled away, the silence startling him and looked around and then his eyes went to the television, the movie was over; the DVD player had gone into standby, indicating it had been over for more than just a couple of moments.
"I have no idea what happened in the last half of that movie," Art murmured, with a faint smile on his lips. Guinne giggled softly at him, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Don't worry, I don't either," Guinne confessed, having to smile at the fact that they had been so wrapped up in each other that the rest of the world had simply vanished.
"Well, it's getting to be dinner time anyway, why don't I go make it up and you can put in another movie for us to watch while we eat. Deal? Or check what's on cable, if you prefer... up to you," Art smiled at her as he gently disentangled himself from her arms. He wanted to shift his erection so it wasn't so obvious, but doing so would have drawn just as much attention, so he just smiled at her and slipped out of the living room, once in the hall adjusting himself to a more comfortable position.
Guinne had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as she watched him try to hide his erection, letting it out when he was out of the room, a soft and cheerful sound. Not that she could blame him; she knew that her own state of arousal was as high if not higher than his. She glanced at the last two movies sitting on the television, and then slid off the couch and picked them up. The other sci-fi movie or what she was pretty sure was a porno flick? She did want to eat, and found it a bit odd to watch porn while eating. Guinne tapped her chin absently, considering what to do; Art had said she could check the cable for something on as well.
"That works, something on TV, then some porno," she murmured to herself.
"Did you say something?" Art called from the other room.
"No, just thinking aloud," Guinne replied as she put 'Under the Covers' into the DVD player, stopping it and switching over to the cable box. She flicked for a few minutes, and then finally left it on a 'Futurama' double feature, lying back down on the couch. Her hand drifted down between her legs, feeling the dampness all along her wet slit. Guinne wanted so bad to finger herself, she wanted even more for Art to come in here and fuck her. She got neither though, as she pulled her hand away and leaned back with a sigh. First dinner, then they could move onto something more fun.
Art had prepared everything in advance, all he really had to do was warm the various dishes up, it took him less than ten minutes to get it all ready, and a few minutes later, he entered the living room with two plates. They ate as they watched 'Futurama', the time letting them cool off a bit, and letting them laugh a bit. By the time the second was done they were finished with dinner, so he took the plates into the kitchen and then returned, dropping down next to her once more.
"Now what?" Art asked, looking over at his sister, who had a faintly mischievous look on her face. He wondered what was going on in her head, but Guinne didn't say anything to his question. She just pushed him over onto his side, and used her toes to push his shoes off.
"Lay out, I'm tired of sitting up, then we'll watch another movie," Guinne instructed him, they had often lain like this watching a movie when they were younger, so Art did as he was told, laying out on the couch and making room for her to lay in front of him. Her backside pressed right up against him, causing the erection that had subsided some during dinner to spring back into full arousal. She rested her head on his arm, as he snaked them around her, one sliding under her head, the other around her waist. Guinne held the remote, but hadn't started the movie yet.
"Were we just gonna stare at the blank screen for a bit?"
"I thought we might," Guinne replied, wriggling her bottom a little and causing Art to moan softly, "I just wasn't sure if the movie I put in was one you rented or not, I found it behind your TV."
"I guess one of them could have fallen back there, I don't know, what is it?"
"You'll see," Guinne said with a grin and hit play, the movie started out with some attempt at acting, not very good acting, but it tried. After a few minutes, the two main characters were going at it. "Interesting film here Art, not sure what's going on with the plot though."
"Hmmm?" Art said, feeling a bit awkward, he knew what movie this was, and it was not one he had rented. He seriously considered turning it off, but decided to play along. There was no way that Guinne had put it in without knowing what it was.
"Well, it seemed like Rick there was mad at Suzanne, but now he looks quite pleased with her. Maybe it has something to do with her sucking on that lollipop he has in his pants?" As Guinne spoke, her hand slid between them, and was squeezing and rubbing against his erection.
Art swallowed a bit thickly and shifted so he could look at her face for a moment; then back to the screen, where Suzanne was standing up and bent over a chair, "I guess she's got the skills necessary to change his view on their argument."
"I guess she does," Guinne murmured, this was the moment of truth she knew. Maybe they could stop here, maybe they could forget the other day. But if tonight happened, it would have to be real, she knew it would. She rolled over, turning away from the TV, and shifting so that she was laying on top of Art, he moved with her, so that he was lying on his back. Her hand hadn't left his erection, rubbing at it through his cargo pants.
Guinne's fingers moved up along his crotch, tugging the button open on his pants and pushing the zipper down. His cock was still hidden away by the flannel boxers he wore and gently she tugged at their waistline, freeing his erection from its bounds. It stood up straight and tall, pointing to the ceiling, her fingers wrapped around it, remembering how it had felt the other day, enjoying the soft and firm feeling of it. Part of her wanted to just slide him between her legs and fuck him until he filled her with his hot cum, but she knew that would scare him too much. She was a little worried that even this was going to freak him out, but he wasn't pushing her away.
Guinne slowly worked her way down Art's body, occasionally looking up into his eyes, smiling encouragingly as her hand slowly slid up and down his engorged cock. He was a lot harder than he had been the other day, she noted, assuming it had to do with the several hours of teasing they had just been involved in. Then she was there, her eyes were filled with his thick, juicy cock, a little damp from the precum he was oozing.
Guinne's breath was hot on him, Art felt like he was about ready to explode at any moment, but he closed his eyes and tried to think about other things, he wanted to last at least a few more minutes. And then her mouth was on him, her wet tongue darted over his tip, her fingernails scratched along the base of his erection and then began to gently rub and massage his sac. Guinne paused for a moment and peered up into his eyes, she could see the lust and desire in them, but the vulnerability and the fear was there too and he smiled at her, reassuringly. He wanted this, he knew he did, despite his earlier protestations; despite all the taboo that surrounded this, he wanted it.
"Like that?" Guinne asked, but Art just flushed a deep red and nodded faintly down at her. Guinne couldn't stop the faint giggle that this inspired in her, closing her eyes for a moment, and then gently kissing the tip of his erection. "I think my big brother does like me sucking on his cock."
Art flushed even more at her words, slightly embarrassed by her dirty talk, but also turned on even more; he peered down at her as she opened her eyes and looked back up at him. He stared down at her, not sure what to do, how to react to her words. Did she want him to talk back? He wasn't used to a lot of talking, "I think you might be right," was the best he could manage.
Guinne was more than happy to continue down the path she had set before them, the wetness between her legs growing at his obvious pleasure. Her lips parted and once again wrapped around his raging hard on; she began to slowly work her mouth up and down his length. Her fingers wrapped around the base, moving with her mouth, as she couldn't fit all of him into it. Just as he was starting to think he couldn't take much more she pulled away from him, smiling up at him. His hips bucking a little at this, her hand still held him and he fucked it a moment before her hand settled onto his hip to stop him.
"Calm down big brother, don't you want your strip tease before you give me that nice hot load of cum?"
Art swallowed a bit thickly and nodded, not trusting himself to speak for the moment, Guinne smiled at him, as she climbed to her feet. She turned away from him and bent forward, her legs together; he could see the slit of her wet cunt between her legs, as well as the puckered little hole of her anus. Art fantasized about just standing up and plugging into one of those tight little holes, but he didn't. He lay back watching as she peered back over her shoulder at him, standing up slowly and then turning toward him, she gripped the bottom of her t-shirt, slowly inching it up her stomach. Then dropping it and winking at him.
She lifted the front of her skirt, and then feigned a blush and covered her mouth as she dropped it once more. Art's hand drifted down between his legs and he began to stroke himself, but Guinne reached out and swatted his hand, "Mine, you leave that alone till I'm ready to play with it again." She nodded, and leaned up kissing him hard, her tongue teased at his a moment before she pulled away. Guinne walked a few steps away, her hips swaying seductively.
Art's head was swimming; the smell of them filled the room, that smell that couldn't be mistaken for anything but sex. Parts of him were still telling him to get up and leave, to forget this ever happened, but she was so amazing, so beautiful. Guinne was a thick and gorgeous woman, and he loved her so much, he always had. Sure this wasn't what that love had originally been, but couldn't he let it evolve into this?
Guinne's hands went to the buttons that held her skirt in place, and she undid them, turning back toward him as she did. A few steps forward made the skirt slink down her legs and fall to the floor. Art wasn't able to continue thinking about anything but her after that. He could see her beautiful pink little pussy; her pubic hair was cut into a little strip right above her clit. Like an arrow pointing him to her beautiful pussy. Guinne grinned at Art, and then slowly she slid her shirt up freeing her plump breasts from their constraints, and tossing her shirt at Art. Her nipples were long and erect, her areolae were puffy and nearly the size of a half dollar. Art had seen her breasts a few times as they had grown up, but it had been a long time ago and they were much nicer than he remembered.
"Jeez, Guinne, I'm gonna cum just watching you," the words were barely audible, and as he spoke them his skin again grew red with his embarrassment.
"You better not, you wasted enough of that the other day, and this time I get it all." Guinne nodded to this, and moved closer, "Sit up big brother." Art did as he was instructed, and shifted to a sitting position, as Guinne knelt between his legs she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts along his length. She didn't feel like looking into some lubricant, so they would have to save him titty fucking her for later. For now, she had a very hungry mouth though and she wrapped it around his engorged erection again, starting with the head and slowly working more of him into her mouth.
Guinne's fingers ran along his stomach and then down along his thigh, finally cupping his sac and gently rubbing and teasing it with her hand, a finger rubbing at the spot between his sac and his anus, causing him to buck his hips a little. She could feel his balls tightening in her hand, and she moaned with anticipation.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum Guinne," Art moaned the words, and true to them a moment later his hips were bucking a bit and he was shooting his warm seed into her mouth. She took it all, letting it pool in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of it. Loving the warm juice he had given her and then finally swallowing it down.
"You taste so good big brother," Guinne whispered, resting her head on his thigh and peering at his cock as it began to soften a little. She had a feeling she could get it hard again if she wanted. Her hand slid up his thigh and she cupped his soft cock in her hand, starting to slowly tug on it.
"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, amazed yet again by the fact that Guinne really did seem to love the taste of cum. He peered down at her hand as she began to caress him again, feeling his cock rising up to the invitation once again. "Hmmm, looks like you want more." Art smiled and reached down tugging lightly at Guinne's arm, until she conceded and let him pull her up onto the couch again. "But first, I have to taste you, I've been inhaling that heady perfume you're making all night, and it's been driving me wild." His release seemed to have freed his tongue a little bit and while he did still flush as he spoke, he managed to get the words out in a normal, if a bit breathy, volume instead of a whisper.