Sylph: noun 1: A slender, graceful girl 2: An imaginary spirit or elemental of the air; a sprite, fairy
SILF: acronym. 1. [a] Sister I'd Like to Fuck
PROLOGUE: wherein we meet a sylphlike SILF and her buxom friend
The two girls, best friends, were a study in contrast.
One, short and curvy, vivacious, the other tall, slim and graceful. Arm and arm, tired after a long hot dusty day at the local Renaissance Faire, they weaved a bit as they strolled toward the exit gate. Their gauzy costume dresses flowed in the warm breeze. The taller girl shielded her eyes from the low, setting sun in front of them.
The shorter one was in her element. Each step had a bounce to it, causing a matching bounce to the very prominent cleavage she displayed above a tightly laced bodice. The look had encouraged attention all day, especially from the throngs of costumed men, young and older both, eager for an exchange of bawdy banter, if not more. It had also encouraged more than a couple tankards of ale to be purchased for the girls during the day, which accounted for their current weaving walk.
Three young costumed men followed them now, crawling behind on all fours along the packed dirt trail, laughing. With frequent bows bringing their heads low to the ground, cries of "We're not worthy!" punctuated their odd procession. As opposed to the onlookers, these three seemed focused almost entirely on the taller girl walking directly between themselves and the setting sun.
"Brothers?" One crawling jackanape could hardly speak he was laughing so hard.
"Yes, brother?" He was loudly answered. The three knew they were putting on a show for the remaining crowd as well as enjoying their own antics.
"Remember when I requested that my body be cremated when I reach my corporeal end?"
"Truly?" The one next to him answered. "I do not. But pray continue."
"I have reconsidered. I no longer care what happens to my deceased body, with one exception."
"And what exception might that be, brother?"
"Do whatever you want with the rest of my body, but I want my face buried. Buried right between those cheeks. Right in the gap between those ethereal, heaven-worthy thighs. For eternity."
Coughing out a laugh, the third one managed a clarification. "Where the sun doesn't shine?"
"Nay, halfwit." The jokester answered. "Where the setting sun shines brightest, high between yon glorious legs."
"Bah hah!" His companions burst into their loudest laughter yet, one rolling onto his back in the dirt, hands on his belly, legs kicking in the air.
An older costumed woman, carrying a basket of flower garlands she was offering to the exiting Faire-goers as a final impulse purchase to remember their visit, stepped out behind the three young men. Her jaw dropped theatrically when she took in their view.
"Be gone, louts!" She made a show of kicking one kneeling ruffian in his rear end. "Hie thee hence, callow poltroons!"
Impromptu mini dramas were a popular part of the Faire experience and the young men played along with her, laughing and covering their backsides from her feigned kicks as they scurried away, laughing. The garland-seller shook her fist at them before hastening to catch up to the two weaving girls.
"M'lady." She touched the tall beauty's elbow. "Prithee, a moment."
The two turned, seeing the basket of wares she carried. "Oh. No thank you. We've purchased enough today."
"Nay, good lady. No hawking pitch this." She shook her head, intent on the taller of the two. "Prithee: I merely wanted to make thee awares: yon setting sun before us doth illume both your long and exceedingly comely shanks and the most secret space high betwixt them. Those crude oafs were quite addled by the sight. And adding, they were, quite ribald comments of lusty admiration not fit for wee kinders ears."
The girl gasped, looking down, clutching at her dress's lower half before turning to the side. Her curvy friend, the drunker of the two, didn't catch on so quickly. "The sun's secret what?"
"It's okay, Suz. I think this kind lady was warning me that my skirt's too thin and the sun's been silhouetting my legs and...more." The willowy beauty nodded to her new benefactor. "I owe you my thanks, madam."
"Ye calleth me madam and a lady, m'lady." The garland-monger covered her mouth and a theatrically shy giggle. "No one's called me such for many a year, and only then to curry favor toward a peek, or mayhap a visit, between my own thighs...'and more,' as thou sayeth. It be rare for one such as thee, so lovely of visage and of most obvious noble blood - if not that of the immortal folk themselves - to deign treat with me."
She reached into her basket, bringing forth a beautiful garland, not overlarge but finely wrought with a multitude of tiny dried white flowers. "Allow an old and most common woman to offer this token of her thanks. And to help sway thine ladyship away from considering yon scoundrels as bein' thy last memory of our humble shire."
As pretty as she was, the slender girl's smile brought forth a new level of glowing beauty. "Why. It's gorgeous. I can't accept that..."
"Yea. Most certes ye can."
As she spoke the woman deposited her basket on the ground and held the garland up with both hands. The taller girl bent forward as though to be crowned, allowing the woman to position it on her head.
As the two girls weaved on it was the tall garland-wearer who now had the springy, self-satisfied bounce in her step. She fished a cell phone out of the leather pouch hanging from her belt, beginning to tap at its screen.
PART 1: The Non-Nude But Still Sexy Part
TODD
His phone buzzed.
'Can u pick us up at renn fair? Suz drank 2much,' read his sister's text.
Todd put down the book, an reprinted primary source on various types of fairies, nymphs, elementals and quasi-supernatural creatures that he had finally found an affordable copy of.
'Imagine that lol: Sun drinking. Be there in 30,' he texted in return. As usual, the auto-correct feature of his phone changed 'Suz' - short for Susanne - to 'Sun.' His sister, Lizzy, would understand.
The two siblings had always been there for each other, so Todd didn't hesitate to answer his sister's request. Growing up, even as kids, they had been there for each other when their parents had been too selfish, too distracted, too unprepared for the responsibilities of having a family. Now, as young adults, he and Lizzy could and did still count on each other more than anyone else, for matters trivial and critical both.
They had shared intimate secrets, insecurities, joys and heartaches with each other as far back as he could remember. Except for one. Todd could never let his beloved sister know the full depths of his feelings for her, his ever-present lust, his desire to be so much more than a brother and confidant.
She knew he liked tall, slim, small-breasted girls, her physical type. She could never know that what he really liked was features, bodies, anything and everything, that reminded him of his beautiful, sensual, perfect sister.
Grabbing his keys, he headed out, finding his thoughts returning to the phone call he had overheard yesterday, and why the two girls were at the Faire at all today.
———
"What? No!" It wasn't like Liz to yell like that. Todd's ears had perked up at her tone.
She had continued after a brief pause. "It's going to be perfect Sunday - overcast so less chance of sunburn in, you know, delicate spots."
The disappointment was clear in his sister's voice. She had to be on the phone with Suzy, her best friend. "They promised! You said you double checked."
Another pause.
"That's their problem. Let the store stay closed for one goddam day. They promised you could have Sunday off; I bought the tickets. Dammit!"
He had pictured his only sibling's face, flush with emotion. He'd heard a soft impact that he interpreted as her small fist hitting her bed. What was happening Sunday? Something that needed tickets. And she'd mentioned sunburn on - what was it? - 'delicate spots.'
She sighed. "I know, Suz. Renn Faire will be fun tomorrow. But I finally got my nerve up, my body...confidence. The Faire is all about push-up wench bodices showing off maximum cleavage - your department. My little titties don't...cleave."
Todd was relieved to hear her laughing tone now. His dear sister Lizzy could never stay upset for long; she was too bright and cheerful by nature. It was one more reason he often found himself comparing other girls to her, unfavorably. It wasn't fair that his closest confidant, the one person he could always trust to be there for him, was the horrible combination of drop-dead tall and slim gorgeous, with a delightful personality, and who happened to be his one and only sister.
What she'd said was true: Suzy - petite but with an almost over-balanced bust line - had the type of build made for Renaissance festivals and their embrace of tightly laced 'wench' costumes designed to lift and show as much cleavage as possible. He had noticed it and commented last year, when the three of them had gone together to the local Faire, that the fashion seemed to reward quantity over quality.
That memory reminded him of what had happened later, when Suz had snuck into his bed, still a little drunk from the over-priced tankards of ale, whispering that she wanted to prove that sometimes quantity and quality are not mutually exclusive. He had lost his virginity that night to his sister's buxom friend, and definitely enjoyed it, but his deepest secret shame was the knowledge that at the moment of his powerful climax he had closed his eyes, blocking the sight of Suz's bouncing, swaying endowment above him, instead visualizing small, firm, high breasts so much like his sister's.
No. Not just 'like' his sister's.
He had to be honest, at least with himself: it was his sister herself, in all her slim, gorgeous glory, who he had imagined riding him that night. It had been his sister he'd seen himself pumping his seed into, his eyes tightly closed. The same sister, the image of whose slim, lithe body had been tormenting him that entire day, since he had accidentally spied her that morning, a year ago now, through an ajar bathroom doorway, about to pull on her gauzy flowing dress, totally, gloriously nude. Even now, he felt his groin stirring at the thought of the sight, from her glorious long legs to firm, perfect handfuls capped with small, erect nipples, all defined by distinct, pale, bikini-shaped tan lines.
Wait. Nude? Was that it? His hand tightened on the steering wheel.
This Sunday was the annual Nude Day fest at a locally famous farm only two towns over. 'A Celebration of the Skin You're In' they called it in their ads. Now Liz's comments about sunburn and 'body confidence' made sense. The two girls had been planning on going to Nude Day tomorrow!
His mind raced. The two siblings shared almost all their secrets with each other, good and bad. But Lizzy had seemed evasive lately, offering only a vague excuse as to why she was suddenly going to a tanning salon instead of lying out in their parents' private, sunny backyard. Did that mean his sister's lean, glorious body would be tanned bronze all over now, with no bikini lines?
Even though they both lived on their own, Todd sharing a rental house with three friends and Lizzy in her own small apartment, it was an established habit for both siblings to stay together in their much larger family home whenever their parents took one of their frequent RV camper trips. Mom made sure the fridge and freezer were stocked for them and they both enjoyed hanging out in the familiar environment together. More than once, Suz had teased the two for being 'more like a married couple than brother and sister.'
Todd was ashamed to admit to himself that he looked forward too much to these times together, to the feeling of his sister cuddling with him on the couch when they watched a movie, and how much he missed, recently, the guilty sights of her slender, athletic figure sunbathing in only a skimpy bikini.
LIZZY
"Sweet ride! We need a ride, don't we, Lizzy? Lizzy says I'm too drunk."
Liz couldn't help rolling her eyes at her much shorter, curvier - and flirtier - friend. The car, part of the long line of vehicles inching toward the exit, was full, front and back, with young men in a variety of floppy hats and kerchiefs, oversized leather accessories, and gauzy, loose shirts. The one leaning out the window, staring directly at a certain well-displayed cleavage as he offered his 'carriage's' services, was affecting an accent that ranged from Shakespearean through Piratical and on to a Mel Gibson sort of Scottish medieval, all in one sentence. Suz wasn't the only one sounding a bit drunk.
Lizzie tried to cut off the direction the conversation was headed. "Sorry, dudes, err....good gentles. We do already have a ride coming..."
The young fop grinned, turning back toward his companions. "'Coming?' The statuesque lass sayeth she's 'coming.'"
That brought hoots from inside the car. Fortunately, a series of honks from the truck behind them spurred the carload of testosterone forward, before Suz decided to climb in through a window.
"What?" Suzy shrugged bare shoulders, making her glitter-dusted décolletage shimmer and shimmy. "It's just the glitter. It catches their eyes."
The glitter had been a 'gift' from another flirting fellow, within minutes of their entering at the Faire's ticket gate, and now accented the sizable expanse of soft, bare skin showing above her bodice. He had insisted, of course, of making a prolonged show of scattering the 'fairy dust' carefully over her 'vast tracts of land.'
"No, Suz, it's not the glitter." Liz shook her head. "It's the boobs."
"Ahem." The throat-clearing sound came from behind them.
"Not every head turneth, nor every eye focuseth on the largest stone, when a smaller gem mayeth be the finest emerald while the biggest be but a trinket of glass."
Jesus. Not this clown again. It being the Faire, where the most geeky of men consider themselves both poets and players for the day, Liz had already received more flirting efforts than was typical in a month in the real world, even if they came from a more limited number of supplicants than the many bedazzled man-moths drawn to the gleaming light of Suz's chest. But this particularly smitten one seemed to consider Liz as his special lodestone and could not take a hint. She had ignored his aggressive, obsequious attempts several times already. It didn't help that his costume was of the cheesiest sort, in colors and artificial fabrics that looked glaringly out of place in this mock-historic setting.
She let her frustration, fed by disappointment that this weekend had not gone at all the way she'd hoped, to add an edge to her retort. If her brother Todd had been here with her, arm in arm, like last year, this fellow's kind would have kept their distance. More than once he had scared off a too-eager flatterer with not much more than a glare, and he must have put on 20 pounds of muscle since then, mainly in broadened shoulders and a deeper chest.
"Seriously? 'Mayeth? Focuseth?'" She almost sneered, elbows wide as she rested her hands on slim hips.
Her most ardent follower's eyes widened. He had made multiple attempts at charming her with both flattering and flowery speech over the course of the day, but this was the first time she had actually responded.
"The lady doth finally deign to speaketh with me. Huzzah!" His voice was loud, carrying. His chest puffed out, not quite filling the too-pressed pirate shirt he wore below a protruding frilly white ruff that surrounded his rather frail-looking neck. One hand fell to the hilt of the obviously cheap sword at his side as he executed a awkward bow. The main effect was to draw attention downward, where his bony legs were encased in sagging mustard-yellow tights.
The thought of Todd being with her stole her attention. She might slip her arm inside her strong, handsome brother's and stroll through the winding paths and charming shops of the Faire, with no one knowing they were not a couple, deeply in love.
That idea caught at her heart, caused a hitch in her breath. Todd slipping his arm low about her waist, holding her close. Not just seeming to be a couple, but feeling and acting like one. What would it be like to slip her arms behind her sweet, smart, sexy brother's neck, in the shade of one of these ancient oaks, seeing the gleam in his eyes and know he wanted her as totally, as madly as she wanted him? Would he pull her closer, kiss her slowly at first, until their shared passion demanded more?
"Huzzah and hurrah indeed. Uh. Verily." Her attention obviously not on him, her flatterer's enthusiasm had waned. He seemed to deflate. He openly pouted.
She glanced aside, hoping he didn't take her quick smile as laughter at his expense. "Look, dude."
He visibly perked up at her again addressing him. "I appreciate your efforts. The gem bit was your best line yet, just too...stilted. But I am simply not interested at all, okay?"
"Verily. I doth understand. But doth thou understand, that I have pledgethed my troth, my very soul to thee and thine divine pulchritude?"
Liz sighed, shoulders dropping. "Dude! Enough!"
"Fair lady, is this ne'er-do-well bothering you?" The voice was strong, welcome, and immediately recognizable as her brother's.
"Todd!"
Liz ran to him, pressing her slim body to his as she wrapped arms around his neck. God! She wanted to kiss him right then, and not just because of his excellent timing.
TODD
He was directed by parking guards to enter through the eastern side gate, avoiding the traffic jam of exiting cars. His brief stroll toward the main lot, where the girls should be, reminded him of the fun this place could be. He shook his head, smiling, at three young men, obviously performers, who knelt a short distance behind a woman who seemed to be bargaining with a shopkeeper. The three touched foreheads to the ground, crying out 'We're not worthy!' and 'Goddess! We worship only thee!'
Goddess was quite a sight, though she had made no attempt at wearing a historical costume. Instead she sported very short, faded jeans shorts above toned, muscular legs and a neon green bikini top that barely held a pair of breasts that must have been enhanced by an outstanding surgeon.
Todd strode on after a chuckle at the impromptu parade. He used one hand to shield his eyes from the low sun. It wasn't long before he saw the outline of another beauty talking to another young man, both silhouetted by evening glare. He chuckled again at what he saw: the low sun illuminated the girl's long, sexy legs through her thin skirt perfectly. Slender legs, with graceful curves that seemed stretched out forever. The way she stood, hands on hips, feet apart, looked like she was in the process of telling the guy off. Her stance opened a wide gap between slim thighs, obvious with the bright orange light flooding through. If the girl was wearing any underwear, there was no sign of it. It was a confident stance, somewhere between irritated and angry, a stance that his sister used often. Crap. His sister.
He couldn't see her face clearly in the sun's glare, but that was Lizzy. His Lizzy. And the skinny popinjay bothering her, the one in the bad attempt at a 'Romeo' costume, from the yellow hose to his stiff white collar radiating out from his pencil-neck, suddenly became Todd's enemy.
t wasn't a rational decision, though Todd was generally a rational person: his reaction came from a much older part his brain, from times and distant ancestors when too much thinking might get you killed.
Long strides got him to her in a hurry, but still allowed him enough time to see she seemed to be handling things well and wasn't in any real distress. Then her shoulders sagged.
"Fair lady, is this ne'er-do-well bothering you?" He sounded more calm than he felt.
"Todd!" He saw a brief, bright glow as Lizzy saw him, her face radiant, smile wide and delighted.
Then his beautiful sister was in his arms, clinging close, her body against his. He couldn't help but think of sunlight between slim thighs, and of earlier musings, bronze skin with no pale tan-lines, of perfect firm little breasts, bouncing high and proud as she straddled him, riding to their mutual climax.
"Good luck to you with this underfed wench, sirrah. Don't get your hopes up; she's naught but a tease." Over her shoulder, he could see that the little fop was the one with hands on hips now.
Todd's shame, his anger at himself for what he was thinking was refocused by the interruption.
"What did you just say?" He forced the words out through clenched jaws, his hands easing Lizzy body to the side, guiding her behind him. Yellow tights took a step backwards. Todd moved toward him.
"I hope you didn't say anything insulting about this willowy sylph. I'll have you know this beautiful young lady is my sister. And I suggest you go. Now."
The fellow turned heel and almost ran, his outfit looking even more ridiculous as he scurried away. Liz put a hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
Todd called after him. "And by the way, poltroon: nice outfit. You look like a chicken that's swallowed a plate. A polyester chicken that swallowed a melamine plate."
Then his sister's arms were tight around him again.
"Nice going, Todd." It was a grinning Suzanne. He hadn't even noticed her, with his attention entirely on his sister's situation. "A polyester chicken that swall...whatever you said. It was a good one."
———
Liz sat in the front seat, hugging his arm. Combined with the adrenalin rush from chasing off the would-be charmer, her closeness and attention thrilled him.
Suz, definitely drunker than his sister, kept popping her head up from the back seat. "Hey, Liz?"
"Yeah?"
"Todd scared the hell out of that plastic chicken guy, didn't he?"
"Yes, he did. My hero." Lizzy squeezed his arm against her side, resting her head on his shoulder. He liked the idea of being her hero very much.
"But it wasn't a plastic chicken..." Suz went on. 'Whadya call him, Todd?"
"A polyester chicken."
"Yeah! Polyester chicken ran off when you growled at him." She lowered her voice, trying to imitate him. "'What'd you call my sister? I'm gonna kick your scrawny ass.'"
"I didn't threaten to..." Todd started to protest. His felt suddenly hot.
"You didn't have to! Right, Lizzibelle?" Drunk laughter.
"You're right there, Suzy Q. Chicken Legs got the message from my big, strong brother loud and clear." Liz stretched up, kissed his cheek.
There was a brief silence.
"Hey Liz?"
"Yeah?" He could hear his sister was getting tired of her friend.
"This was more fun than Nude Day woulda been, huh?"
"Suz!"
"What? You told your brother you wanted to go 'celebrate the skin your in' this year, didn't ya? You tell each other everything. You two make such a cute couple." In the rear view mirror, Todd could see by her face that Suz knew she was spilling a secret, and thought she was being clever, teasing her friend.
Lizzy looked at him, wide eyed. He didn't want to let on that he already knew. "Really? But you're not going? I'd be scared of sunburn on my...privates."
"No worries there, Todd. I woulda lotioned you up. And down. And up." Suz was on a roll. 'Besides, your sister planned ahead. She's been tanning. All over. She'll show you if you ask her nice."
"Suz! Enough. You're drunk!"
Liz's vehemence was enough to shock her friend into an awkward silence. It lasted until he pulled into their driveway.
Suzy spoke up. "Finally! I gotta pee something fierce."
"Me too." Liz answered. "You go downstairs. I'll use my bathroom."
He opened the door, held it for the two girls.
"Hey Liz?" Suz called as she headed down the hall, almost running.
"Yes, Suzanne?" Todd almost never heard her use Suz's full name.
"Your brother called you a SILF. That's nasty." Laughing, she shut the bathroom door.
Todd was confused. Why would calling his tall, willowy sister a sylph be nasty? Liz was already heading up the stairs and he followed her, heading to his own room by habit. Their positions placed her gauzy skirt and rounded slim hips directly in front of his eyes, bring back an image of sun-defined thighs and the space between them. His imagination presented him with a second image fully formed, easing those thighs apart, licking, kissing, tasting his beautiful sister.
The downstairs bathroom door opened again. "Pretty hot if you ask me, in a kinky sorta way, but still really nasty."
"Shut up, Suz!" His sister called down.
Frustrated puzzlement dragged him back from his taboo thoughts. "What the hell is nasty about calling my sister a Sylph!? She's one of the sylphiest girls I've ever seen. Practically the definition of a sylph."
The buxom little tease snorted loudly, laughing, then shut the door again. Lizzy had disappeared around the turn in the stairs. Todd shook his head, heading for his own room. He wondered if 'sylphiest' was even a word.
He realized he didn't really need anything in his room, still changed into a more comfortable t-shirt. Suz frustrated him enough of the time that he should be used to it, but this felt different. He headed out when he heard his sister's toilet flush, wanting to catch her alone.
"Hey." They met at her door. She had removed the flowered crown. She wrapped her arms around him, head on his shoulder, close. "Don't let Boon Queen get to you, bro. She's been driving me nuts all day."
"Thanks. Too bad you didn't get to go to Nude Day."
She pushed him back, lightly, grinning. "Why? You wanna see your sister nude?"
"Uh, I already did." The words were out, unretrievable. On some level he felt relief, not keeping a secret from her any more.
LIZZY
She couldn't believe it had slipped out, asking him if he wanted to see her nude! Wait. What did he say? He had already seen her?"
He looked so innocent then, his cheeks blushing, his eyes dropping down, embarrassed. He was so fucking cute and sweet!
"I...never told you. I'm sorry."
It's okay, babe." She stroked a hand down his arm. She liked the feel of his hard muscles under her touch. "You know you can tell me anything."
His eyes came up. "I know. But you can tell me anything too. Like, uh, why you wanted to tan all over."
"Fair enough. I shoulda told you. But when did you see me? What did you...what was I..." More than anything, his secret thrilled her because he hadn't told her: seeing her naked must have made him feel guilty or ashamed. Did he catch her touching herself or something? She felt flustered herself, and suddenly hot, sweaty.
"It was last year, getting ready for Renn Faire. I came in your room to ask you something and the bathroom door was open. You were...uh, naked, standing at the sink, getting ready to pull your dress on."
She cringed at the nervous giggle that escaped her. It sounded almost hysterical to her, fed by her relief that she hadn't been caught doing anything really bad.
"Did you like, um, I mean how'd I look?"
"I've never forgotten it." Her brother sounded, looked so earnest as he said it, tugging at her heart. How could this wonderful man be so sweet?
"That bad?" She tried a joke, covering up her sudden feelings.
"That good." Still serious. "Other girls have had a hard time competing with that idealized image ever since."
Did he really compare them to her naked body? "Yeah sure. What about girls like Suz? With their overinflated melons, plump and juicy and ripe for plucking? Or sucking, as the case may be."
"Come on, Lizzy. You know Suz is not my type, in several ways."
"But you seem to get together with her in spite those melons. Even that very night as I recall." Just thinking about that night still stirred up guilty feelings of jealousy.
He shrugged. "She's cute, don't get me wrong, but I think you've noticed it's not me chasing her around. She makes it pretty easy to say yes; it's almost like a game for her: fuck Liz's little brother. For me though, I'll always choose quality over quantity in the chest-fruit department."
"Chest-fruit?" He could always made her laugh, seemed to sense when she was getting tense, too serious.
"You know: 'melons,' as you called them. I like perfect ripe peaches myself. Like they say, more than a handful is a waste."
"I heard it as 'mouthful.'"
He held a hand up, cupping an imaginary half-peach sized breast. Close in front of him. "How about a handful plus a nipple poking out between two fingers, ready to be seized between pursed, nuzzling lips, leaving room between them for a quickly flicking tongue?"
"Damn, Todd." She sounded breathless to her own ears, hoped she had suppressed the shudder she felt at his words. Her nipples definitely liked what he said, tightened under her dress. "You shoulda gone to the Renn Faire today. Tongues like yours - all silver and flicking both - were in demand with a whole bevy of babes, bodacious and bouncy in their tight-bound bodices."
"Nice alliteration, sis, but what did we just say about bigger not being necessarily better?"
"I said nothing about bigger; I said 'bodacious and bouncy.' Bodacious means rad, fantastic, nifty cool and, well, as for bouncy...My little peaches are bouncy. See?"
She was, especially in that dress. Braless, pushed up and together by the leather bodice, she could feel them bouncing, up and down. Nipples, already stiff, rubbed against the coarse-woven cloth. She continued bouncing on her toes, grinning as she saw his gaze fixed on the show she was putting on.
When his staring eyes finally came up, they dropped immediately, as soon as they met hers, embarrassed. Her heart fluttered: sometimes he could be so shy, innocent, and other times so manly and strong, like when he growled at that clown, the Plastic Chicken.
After the slightest moment of silence, she reached out, fingers sliding down his strong arm to grab his hand, squeeze it. "Thanks, Todd. You make me feel..."
"Hey! What're you guys doing up there?" It was Suz, calling from the foot of the stairs.
"We're coming." Lizzy's response was automatic.
"Really?" Suz dragged the word out. "Coming already? Both of you? The kinky family dynamic is finally out in the open. Was it because he called you a perfect example of his ideal SILF?"
The short blonde's smile was broad, her hands on her round hips when Lizzy followed the curve of the staircase downward. The teasing friend was loving this.
"What is all this about sylphs?" Todd's voice was tight, tense, close behind Liz. She wondered if it was because of the current teasing or their interrupted conversation. God, he had been staring at her little bouncing 'peaches' so intently!
"You really don't know what a SILF is?" Suzy's arms were still akimbo as she faced him.
"No. I really do know. I happen to have a book - like an actual written thing people, like, learn from, Suz..."
Lizzy couldn't suppress her giggle. He had almost pulled off a decent Valley Girl lilt there.
"...about Sylphs right there on the couch. I was reading it when Lizzy texted for a ride."
Suz actually choked on her laugh. Liz had to hold her own back. She wanted to be on Todd's side whenever possible, but this was too funny. Though she was glad the topic was staying on his confusion and away from details of the whole 'Sister I'd Like to Fuck" aspects.
Suz held one hand up, palm out, as she continued to laugh-cough, bent over at the middle. It put her own cleavage, still glittery, on full display. She dragged in a deep breath.
"Okay. Let me get this straight. Not only did you call your admittedly sexy as hell sister a SILF this evening, but when she texted you, you were reading an actual book about SILFs? Like, family success stories? With pictures?" The last part came out as a squeal, far too amused with herself.
"Look, Suz." Todd moved to the sofa in the living room, giving his sister a shrug, rolling his eyes back at his interrogator. "Lizzy fits the most common definition of a sylph, could even be used as an example of the ideal type. But that doesn't make her a literal Sylph."
He grabbed a thin but oversized hardback, flipped it open to a marked page near the end before handing it out to Suzy. "And of course there're illustrations, by some really respected fantasy artists like Arthur Rackham.
She managed one more eye roll as she took possession of the book. "'Fantasy' artists? A illustrated book of SILF fantasies. This keeps getting better. And kinkier."
Shaking her head in mock dismay, she looked down, her voice fading.
"'A Book on Nymphs, Sylphs, Pygmies, and Salamanders, and on the Other Spirits,'" she sounded incredulous. "'Sylph' with a Y. So..."
Lizzy couldn't help herself, wrapping Todd in a tight hug. She also couldn't help but notice how hard, firm his shoulders were. "My wonderful, nerdy, heroic brother!"
"So.." Suz tried again. "You called your sister a supernatural spirit?"
"No. A sylph is a air elemental, so quite natural, definitely not supernatural."
Still clinging to his side, Liz snorted a laugh. He was adorable. And these two had known each other forever, but never failed to show how little common ground they shared.
"'Sylph' is also used now used to describe a willowy, slim girl or woman." He shook his head at what should have been obvious. "Slender, graceful and elegant, like a air spirit might be, if they were real."
Liz was relieved to finally understand what he was talking about, and flattered to be willowy, graceful and elegant, but also disappointed. She dropped her hold on him, stepping away, like he'd rejected her. It hurt somehow, low in her gut, to know he wasn't confessing a very inappropriate lust for his sister. Of course he wouldn't be. He was too good, too perfect.
"Now, professor, do you know what else a SILF is, spelled a little differently?" Suz wouldn't let it drop. "S-I-L-F."
The girl lifted one eyebrow as he considered her question, mouthing the spelling silently. She couldn't wait long at all before offering a hint. "SILF: like MILF?"
MILF? But that..." His mouth dropped into a surprised 'O.' "Sister I'd like..."
Liz felt her own breath catch when his eyes darted to the side, directly at her chest, at where he had watched her breasts bouncing upstairs, minutes ago.
"Now he gets it. Finally."
Todd shook his head again, grinning at his own ignorance. "No wonder you kept calling it kinky. Who makes up these things?"
All three laughed, not entirely dispelling the tension. A car honked outside.
Suzy spoke up. "Now I must go and leave you two incestuous kinksters together. That'll be the Uber I called."
"I could've given you a ride home." Todd pointed out.
Liz felt jealous stirrings return at the suggestion.
"Nah, you'd probably just start begging for one of my amazing blow jobs. Why don't you ask the willowy, graceful goddess you rescued from the Renaissance chicken man, for one?"
That shocked both siblings into awkward silence, Suzy laughing loudly at her own remark. She looked from one to the other. "You two. Kinky. Kinky. Kinky."
She stepped close, left a kiss in the air near Liz's cheek. "Thanks for the fun today, Lizzard. And don't be scared of the big ol' monster your little brother keeps hidden in his pants. He'll be gentle."
The teasing girl was on a roll, pulling Todd in for a thorough hug, pushing her chest up and against him. Liz's jaw clenched at the sight. "And you, mister. I mean it. Don't hurt her with that thing."
"God, Suz! Get outa here!" Liz steered her friend toward the front door, one hand between the shorter girl's shoulder blades. "You're worse than usual today."
She felt Suz's shrug. "What? I just calls them as I sees them. And I've seen the look on your face when I flirt with our young, hunky sylph-lover."
The last part was close to a whisper, continued as Liz shut the door. "And I've seen how he looks at his favorite sylph too."
Liz leaned against the door as soon as she had closed it behind her friend. "It's never boring with her around. I need a drink."
TODD
"Good idea," he agreed, eager to change the subject. "I'll man the blender."
"And I'll change out of this costume."
Todd had filled a bowl with salsa, opened a bag of chips, and was pouring two tall glasses of blended margarita when he felt his sister's arms slip around him from behind. He couldn't miss the twin extra pressures of two firm breasts against his back. "Thanks for coming to my rescue, my sweet, favorite man."
He cupped a hand over her smaller ones. "Anything for my favorite girl."
Twisting in her embrace, he came face to face with nervous, searching eyes below damp hair. She must have taken a quick shower to rinse off the dust from the faire. "Am I? Your favorite? Even if Suz gives you..."
"Shh." He wrapped his own arms around his sister, aware as always of her slender - sylphlike - body near his. "No comparison, beautiful sister. You are my favorite person in the world and it's not even close. I love you."
This close together, he wondered if she might have felt the extra thumping beat his heart gave at the sight of her delighted, answering smile. She rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek before pushing him away. "Now you go get comfortable. I have a surprise for my dear brother this evening. Consider it a reward for your ride and rescue."
"A reward? What kind of reward?" He noticed she had changed into a simple t-shirt, soft and worn, and short pajama bottoms that left uncovered two long expanses of smooth, slim leg.
"I said it was a surprise, didn't I?"
He followed her lead, changing out of his jeans and into loose basketball shorts, keeping on the worn T. She had the drinks and chips on the low table by the sofa and was waiting for him, bare legs folded under her. Her glass already held noticeably less margarita than the other one."Your surprise is on the Blue-ray player."
He was stunned. "'Swords of the Lost Realm?' Sweet! This just came out. I couldn't find a copy anywhere."
She nodded. "Well, your talented sister took care of that for you."
"But you hate scary movies. This is all blood, battles, and zombies. Why would you..."
"I wanted...I knew you liked it. You were so excited when you came back from seeing it in the theater last Christmas. And I'm much better at the scary stuff now. I watched all of the Wizard of Oz without hiding my eyes from those damn flying monkeys. And besides, you're here to keep me safe, right?"
"I guess we'll see." He slipped the disk in, joining her on the couch. "But be warned: this is a bit scarier than those flying monkeys."
She slipped an arm under his, leaning close. "Good thing you're here then."
Todd aimed the remote control and pressed 'Play,' trying to keep his attention away from the obviously bra-free breast that pressed against him.
Watching movies together has always been an interactive affair for the siblings and this was no different. Before the opening scene was complete, with the remarkably fast, agile medieval zombies taking a well-defended citadel and slaughtering everyone inside, Liz had buried her eyes behind her hands more than once and the two had ended up giggling and wrestling as Todd tried to hold her wrists away from her face and make her watch the carnage.
"I thought you didn't get scared at movies anymore."
"You said you'd keep me safe." Her pout was exaggerated. "Instead you torment your poor innocent sister."
He sighed. "You're right. I'll be nice. But you are so much fun when you're scared."
The first scenes were over, the tension easing as the hero began to bring together a ragtag band of misfits to retake the citadel and the kingdom from the monsters.
Liz drew in a deep breath. "Okay. That scene just caught me by surprise. I better sit on your lap though, just in case."
She offered him his drink, took a big swallow off her own before clambering between his legs and pulling his free arm around her middle.
"Ahh!" She twisted violently, burying her face against his shoulder. It caught him by surprise.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Brain freeze!"
He chuckled but stroked her hair, soothing. She had taken a rather large gulp of the frozen drink. "Poor baby girl. It'll be okay. Try to swallow; that's supposed to help."
She nuzzled close, moaning softly as he continued to stroke her head and back. When she eased back he continued to cradle her neck in one hand, left a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Ooh. That feels good. You could do that again."
He pressed lips to her forehead again, soothing, loving.
"Mmm. Thanks." Her eyes held his. "Once again, Sir Todd comes to the rescue of the poor tormented damsel."
He was surprised when her lips brushed lightly over his own, gone as soon as the soft kiss registered, then again her back was to his chest, his arm being tucked around her waist from behind. "Okay. I can do this."
Todd took a drink from his own glass, then another. It hadn't been a deep kiss, or a long one, but his too-sexy sister had definitely kissed him on the lips. Now with her tucked so close against him, it was a struggle to bring his attention back to the movie.
His struggle wan't helped by the plot. Besides the vaguely medieval setting and the unique take on zombies, 'Lost Realm' featured one of his favorite actresses in a lead role. Her character, an independent and daring thief, was introduced as she posed as an exotic dancer to seduce - and rob - a wealthy merchant. Long, oiled limbs, half-naked, moving with the grace of a stalking jungle cat, full lips parted and panting with pretend passion, she seduced the camera as well as the merchant.
"Her tits aren't any bigger than mine."
Todd wasn't sure if an answer was needed for her observation.
"You think she's hot, don't you?" This was a direct question.
"Well, I..."
"Oh Fuck!" Hands covered eyes as his sister scrambled back on the couch, harder against his chest. Todd chuckled, enjoying her squirming. Even though he remembered the scene, he had still jumped when the snarling zombie appeared, tearing the merchant's face in two just as the heroine was about to lower herself onto his lap.
"Eyes open, scaredy cat." He held each slim wrist in one of his hands, pulled her blinders back. "This is important."
The creature, maw dripping gore, leaned closer to the woman on screen. The two stared at each other for a timeless, drawn out moment before the zombie lunged forward with a snarl, only to have a blade stab upward through a slavering jaw and into its undead skull. Bloody drool splattered the warrior woman's face and naked chest.
"No! Just no." Liz torqued her body in his lap, twisting until she faced him, her wrists now crossed above her head as held them. "This is not Oz. Those are not flying monkeys."
"I told you." He couldn't help but take in the sight of his sister this way, wrists held trapped, the outstretched position clearly defining her nipples through the thin shirt, her eyes wild.
"Would you pause it, please?"
Reluctantly, he let her arms go to honor her request. She took the opportunity to complete her twist, straddling him with her smooth legs outside his own. The position held her chest directly in front of his eyes. Freed hands covered both small mounds, squeezing, pushing them upward like her bodice had done earlier.
"Her tits are like mine, huh? The kind you like more than Suz's big floppers."
"Um, yeah. She's got a great body, really nice firm, uh, tits."
"Like mine?" Oh god. Did he just see her pinch one nipple between thumb and finger? Now her hands slipped lower, still lifting, but cupping under each small breast, every detail of their shape obvious through the thin cotton.
"I...they're...um..." Todd was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking coherently.
"Still undecided? Maybe this will help you compare." Fingers gathered the bottom edge of the shirt, tugged upward. She stopped when the T was bunched under her chin, elbows wide, chest and lean abdomen fully, completely exposed to her brother.
His mouth went dry. His heart seemed to stop, before beginning to pound louder and harder than he had ever experienced. He was surprised completely, utterly betrayed by a body that acted on its own, with no input from his panicked, petrified brain.
One arm cinched tight around her slim bare waist, impossibly smooth silk skin. The other hand rose, focused like his eyes on her chest. She made no sound beyond a breathless shudder when his hand cupped one firm, round little globe. He would never have had the courage to touch her like this, to make such a decision, so his body had decided for him.
"Todd." Whispered, little more than a breath, her single word reached him, dragged his eyes upward. She looked so young, innocent.
"Lizzy." The nervous cracking of his own voice brought a wan smile to her face. "You're perfect."
She released the shirt, letting it fall down to cover both her breasts and his single cupping hand. Her palms found his cheeks, fingers tangling through his hair, guiding his face upward. Then she kissed him again.
Soft, slow, almost chaste. But it continued on and on. Not until a whining, lost moan escaped him did he feel her tongue begin a subtle, careful exploration. The next moan was mutual, a blended sibling harmony, as his own tongue joined in.
"Ahh!" Her cry was muffled by their kiss, accompanied by a sharp arching of her back when his thumb dragged over a nipple, finding it swollen and stiff. The arm around her middle snugged tighter, holding her slight upper body from falling backwards off his lap and the couch.
Two mouths, separated from each other, panted in unison. He felt her slim hips move, close to him.
"Wait." Her eyes suddenly focused, locked in. "What is...Todd?"
She looked sincerely worried. "You did turn the movie off, right?"
He was not thinking clearly, thoughts racing, but his sister's apparent distress had his full attention. Looking over her shoulder he could see the TV was still paused. "Yeah. Why?"
"Because I think there really is a monster here. A really big scary one."
A monster? A zombie from the movie? What was she talking about?
His thoughts were further addled by slightest smile played over her sensual lips, his beautiful sister's lips he could still feel the tingle of meeting his own, before her hips pushed forward against him, trapping his obvious erection between them.
"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" His hand whipped from under her shirt. He tried to push her off his lap, to escape his sudden shame and his body's betrayal, but slim arms clung to him, holding his head to her chest.
"Hey. It's okay. Shhh. Shhh." Lizzy's hold pinned him to her and he couldn't help but be aware of exactly where she held his head. A nipple dimpled one cheek while both breasts formed a shallow valley cradling his face.
Again, her hands guided his face up to hers. She looked close to tears, moved, concerned. "Hey. Shh. Todd. Sweetie."
His attention held, her hips rolled against him, grinding his hard shape between them. Briefly, her eyes lost focus before returning to his. "Please, wonderful brother, beautiful man. Don't ever apologize for this."
Todd was confused, conflicted. "But I..."
Her hips continued to move, to slowly dance against him. "Todd. I want this. I've always wanted this. Wanted you."
LIZZY
She kissed him, holding his face up to hers, giving him nowhere to escape. This kiss wasn't soft or tender. Not anything close to innocent. It was hungry. When he didn't respond at first she almost stopped, but instead whined, sucking on his plump lower lip, her lower body's grinding motions increasing in desperation.
The gate was open, the barrier down, to desires she had never fully admitted. Her confession now made her desperate. She couldn't take it back. That gave her the courage, the determination to push on.
It worked. She felt his mouth open, heard the soft sound of his surrender. His tongue slid over, pushed past hers, before a strong hand seized her nape. A deep vibrating shiver shook her body as her beloved, trusted brother held her, kissed her, eager and passionate. Her hips continued their wanton dance against the wonderful rigid shape that so clearly confessed his own hunger for her.
A strong hand slipped between them, again finding her breast. Electricity shot through her when the touch centered on that nipple, stroking over the swollen, sensitized nub.
The kiss was lost, lips dragged apart, as her head fell violently back. Vaguely, she felt his powerful arm cradling her, angling her backward fall, her vision dimmed. Her brother guided her to the side, onto her back and the couch. His own weight pressed her down into the soft cushions, her legs opening to welcome him.
"Todd." Again she whispered his name, almost an incantation. His 'monster' felt bigger, thicker, unavoidably obvious between her wide spread thighs.
This time, his mouth found hers, his lips and tongue demanded her response. She willingly answered. Soft sounds of release, aching desire long denied, escaped them both, blended together as bodies moved together.
Fingers scrabbled under her shirt, squeezed by his weight on her, trapped from finding the nipple that had so far been denied his touch and attention.
She protested, hands tugging at his head when he rolled to the side. His stronger arm, wrapped behind her, maintained their kiss, rolled her with him onto their sides. It gave him space to shove her shirt up.
"Oh! God! Todd!"
Once the shirt was out of the way he did not hesitate. Surprised when he broke off their kiss, she was shocked when his lips seized a nipple, sucking it in. The tongue that had danced so softly, so lovingly over her own now flicked, hard and insistent behind those slurping lips.
She cried out, struggling against the sudden sensation, legs writhing, hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep his mouth close, on her, sending waves of raw energy through her.
Lizzy sucked in air when he eased back. His own deep breaths feathered over the abandoned, slick-wet nipple before his lips found its mate. Her body tensed, arching back now forcing her chest into the intensity of his attentions.
She closed her eyes, giving in, awash with almost tearful relief that her brother was answering her own secret cravings and in the powerful sensations he was forcing on her body.
Finally, he pulled back, panting hard, lips swollen and shining. His eyes glowed with desire and more. With love.
"Todd." Again a whisper, again a word that now took on magical properties when she spoke it.
"Lizzy." She heard so much in his answer, saw it in his eyes. Her brother wanted her, loved her, wholly. Warmth flooded her at his soft, sweet smile. She stroked fingers down from his temple, pulling him in for a light kiss, a lover's kiss.
Idly, he stroked a hand down her back, stopping when it found her loose shorts and the rounded cheek within. A gentle squeeze brought their lower bodies closer. It didn't hold the electricity of earlier, but was intimate, familiar, accepting of a new physical reality. His eyes were steady, holding hers.
His smile was so sweet, she wanted to trace his lips' curves with her fingers, then follow with her tongue. Instead, unwilling to risk breaking the spell, she simply relaxed into the glowing warmth of this newfound closeness.
His hand eased its grip on her cheek, fingers following a delicate feather-touch down the outside of her thigh. His touch was a dream, soft and surreal, so light that her leg began to rise up into the contact, eager for more.
Past her knee, he traced a curving exploration over her calf before dropping his fingers to her other leg. It seemed natural for the abandoned upper limb to stay lifted upward where it had strained for more of his touch, the touch now traveling along the inside of her other thigh. The soft palm stroked upward, into the space she maintained for his fingers.
It was a dream, unreal and too real at once, her devoted, handsome dream-brother gazing so deep into her being as he explored her exposed, tingling skin.
He leaned closer to her, out of focus, his nose brushing in a delicate caress against hers. It was a sweet, intimate gesture, distracting her from the palm, the touch that slid effortlessly under the leg opening of her loose pajama shorts, still following her bare skin.
On their own, her eyes half-lidded closed as his face leaned even closer. Her lips parted, anticipating her brother's kiss, encouraged and delighted that he was the one initiating the taboo contact so new to both of them.
Then his stroking fingers found her, at the just the right angle and slipped fully into warm wetness, inside her unsuspecting, tingling center. She gasped, jumping in surprise.
His eyes went wide, as surprised as she was. The fingers hadn't merely found wetness; they had slipped inside her, finding snug resistance only once they were engulfed between slick swollen flesh. His hand whipped out from between her thighs even as they clenched close in reflexive response. His face was tight with worry, almost anguish.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...Lizzy, I shouldn't have...."
"Shh." As startled as she was by both the sudden intrusion and immediate withdrawal, her immediate concern was her sweet brother. He looked so hurt, so shamed. Distraught. She kissed at his temples, brow, cheek. Then she giggled.
"What?" He sounded mildly annoyed at her, or at least at her inopportune amusement.
"I totally get why we were both so surprised. I mean, who could have suspected that after a protracted, super-hot make out session with my totally unavailable dream crush and him tonguing my titties until I'm ready to cum, @and then also suspected that his hand - slipping further and further up between my bare thighs and under my PJ shorts - just might lead to someplace both highly intimate, totally soaked and ready to be entered?"
She knew it was way too much information, but information was what Todd thrived on, even if it was TMI. It was a detailed confession disguised as a sarcastic attempt at humor but Todd looked on the verge of sobbing and she was desperate.
In rapid order his face registered surprise, puzzlement, and the brief flash of a frown before he coughed out a laugh. And continued laughing, too hard once it started. He sucked in deep breath. "Thanks. I needed that."
"I know. I know my little brother pretty well."
He nodded. "Yes you do."
"And I also love him more than anyone else."
"More and better." He agreed. "And he loves you."
"He better. I just wish he wouldn't be so hard on himself."
Their eyes met, widening. Brows rose in amusement. Neither had to say what both were thinking: she said 'hard-on.'
The shared laugh was cathartic, healing, familiar. Liz tucked her head in close to his, relieved and warmed when his arm wrapped around her. Relishing the closeness, she was still torn, conflicted. His feverish kisses, his sweet lips and tongue on her nipples, the not quite rigid length she could feel, pressed heavy against her midsection: she wanted more, much more, but knew her brother wasn't ready to give it to her. Yet.
Tucked in close to him, she let her lips brush along his ear. "You called me a SILF. Or was it a sylph?"
He shivered. "I did. You are. Truly."
She nibbled, encouraged by his involuntary tremor. "I am what, truly? Tall and willowy and inhumanly irresistible in a demi-goddess kind of way?"
She paused, tugging, sucking on his sensitive ear now. "Or more of a 'Damn, my sister is so smoking hot, I'd give anything to feel her cumming, again and again, as I fucked her tight, wet little pussy' kind of way?"
His body tensed against her, silent. She continued small, light nuzzles at his ear, waiting. One second. Two. Five. It seemed forever. "Truly?"
"Yes. Truly."
"Both." The single word vibrated, as though he had to force it out, past a throat constricted by emotion, near despair. Still, it had the sound of a word that had been held back desperately, ready and eager to be released, now finally freed, confessed and admitted.
She squealed, hugging her brother closer. "You really do!"
"Of course I do. You're gorgeous, and sweet and a glorious delight to be around. You're the impossible ideal I compare all women to. But this...we just can't...you're my sister, Lizzy."
She propped herself up on an elbow after a last suckle on his ear. Her grin was wide. "Okay. Let's come back to the 'we just can't' part in a minute. I'd like to spend more time on the gorgeous and impossibly sexy delight to be around part you glossed over much too quickly."
He grinned back at her. "I love you, you brat."
She shrugged. "How could you not? But speaking of love, real love, the deep devoted kind of love I feel toward only you, dear brother, I have a Question: how do you feel after sex with...oh, any of your bimbos? Suz, for example."
"How do I feel? Hmm. After sex? Sleepy. Usually pretty content, satisfied. Sometimes, I feel like it would be nice to be quiet, curled up with a good book. Spoken from my vast experience with a near multitude of sexy bimbos, of course." She had never asked him, but wasn't even sure if he had been with anyone else besides Suz.
"Really? Isn't that kinda sad? Don't you want to just burrow into the intimate closeness you have experienced together, bathing in the blissful glow of your union?"
He snorted. "Uh. No. Generally not. And I don't really think she - they, hypothetically, since you included all my many, many bimbos - really want that either."
"Why not?" She knew the answer, or hoped she did, but wanted, needed, to hear him say it.
"Well, it's just sex." He paused to consider, one brow almost comically high. "Outstandingly great sex, mind you, because I'm involved, and I'm really good at it, they all tell me, but still just sex. It's not love. Even if I felt like getting all blissfully union-y with Suz, it's not like I'd really trust her with the info. She seems to like getting together for the occasional good time well enough, but not much else. And, honestly, that's alright with me."
"It is? Wouldn't you like to find that special someone who you could trust like that, someone you loved?"
"Oh, definitely. But Suz is not my one-and-only. Ain't gonna happen. Besides," he gave her a quick smile. "Her boobs are far too big. Remember?"
"Unlike mine or the little hottie actress in that horrible movie?"
"I think we've established that my sister has perfect, Hollywood Grade A titties. Hell, a perfect everything, from those ridiculous long, smooth perfect legs to her flat mouth-watering belly, and all the way up to the deep pools of her bright, beautiful intelligent eyes that make my heart flutter whenever she looks at me or hugs me close."
"Wow. You silver-tongued sweet talker. Mean it?" Heat radiated from her cheeks at his glowing description of her. She resisted the urge to fan herself with an open hand.
"Every word. I just wish sometimes you weren't my sister."
She pouted at that, pushing her lower lip out, even though she what he meant."Lizzy. I'm sorry. That came out wrong. You're the perfect sister. It's just that if you weren't my sister..."
"I know, silly. But if I wasn't your perfect, gorgeous, irresistible sister, it would be a lot easier to admit how much you want to do so many nasty, lustful things to me."
"And then snuggle for hours in your blissful whatever afterwards." Using - and making fun of - overly flowery language had been a long habit shared by the two.
"Because you love me?"
"Because I love you, Lizzy, and trust you, and I already know what it's like to bask in the glorious ecstasy of your presence. I can only imagine how that bliss could be magnified by adding the heavenly carnal glow radiating from your smoking hot body after I've given you the most powerful series of orgasms in your long and storied career in sex."
"Long and storied?' Who's telling all these stories you hear? Or do you sit in your room alone, slowly stroking that magnificent cock I felt briefly pressed up hard against my shorts and my sopping little pussy, making them up, picturing your innocent, sweet but carnally inclined sister committing all kinds of exotic perversities?"
She pushed back enough to look at him more clearly. "Sorry. I got off track picturing you picturing me being naughty. Kinda hot, I must say. Seriously though, I do get you about trust, though. And love.
"It's like if I was snuggled in some strong arms after just being driven to - you did say a whole series of epic orgasms, right? - without trust...'
'...and love." He interrupted, reaching up to stroke her cheek, once, with the back of a hand. It was the first time he had touched her since yanking his penetrating fingers from between her thighs. Was this...Oh god, this was the same hand he had stroked up her inner thigh?
Liz leaned into the hand. She wondered if she might be smelling a hint of her own juices from it. "Yes. Definitely. Without trust and love, I'm not going be comfortable enough to fully melt into that post-orgasmic bliss or even allow myself to give up control enough to have that storied series of mind-blowing O's in the first place."
She frowned, his eyes immediately focused in concern. "Todd?"
"Liz?" His rising tone mocked her seriousness.
"You love and trust me, huh?"
"Lizzy, we just can't...you're my sister...."
"Todd. Shh. Listen. Love and trust. That means I know we can't do this." His relief was obvious, face and shoulders relaxing." Now. Tonight."
She held up a single finger before he could begin an answer. "But it also means we have enough love and trust for each other to give careful, unrushed consideration to the other's needs, wants, and suggestions."
"We've been drinking tonight. We've been snuggling close, I've been horny as hell, and you probably have been too after catching that view of your sexy sister with the sundown silhouetting her long, luscious legs..."
"You saw that?"
She grinned. "I did. And I'll even admit to being warned only minutes before you got there that I was coming close to flashing people in that skirt. When I saw you walking up from that direction, even before you bravely rescued me from the chicken-legged lout, I decided you deserved a little show."
Have I called you a brat yet tonight?"
"At least once. But back to, uh, love and trust. I want my wonderful brother to love and trust me enough to consider exploring some of what we shared tonight. Just consider. Sleep on it. For it to be right, it has to be right for us both."
"You're persuasive."
"Any other man would have been persuaded already."
"I don't doubt that. 'Sleep on it,' huh? As in, you'd like an answer in the morning?"
"Would I like it in the morning? Hell yeah. But I want the right answer - for you - when it's the right time. My offer - to be open to try, to explore at least some of the possibilities for sexual, sensual, physical contact that might add new levels of closeness and joy to our already wonderful, intimate relationship - is an open one, without expiration, dear brother.
"I may find that bliss with another, someday, and I'll probably want to tell you about it. But my hope is to not have to tell you about it, because I'll be in that ecstasy with you. So, yes, sleep on it. For at least tonight, no sex or fooling around. Tomorrow we won't be able to blame margaritas, or too much sun, or you taking advantage of a poor girl, frightened by a terrifying movie and needed your reassuring presence. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Good. Now here are the rules."
"Wait. What rules?" His perturbed looked was not particularly convincing. She had a long-standing tendency to add amendments and addenda to even the simplest games.
"Well of course we need rules, and definitions." She stretched both arms wide, then wider, adding a yawn. He didn't bother trying to hide his eyes on her nipples catching the shirt.
"Come on. Follow me. It's bedtime." Long bare legs folded, spun over him, and she was off his lap, standing, offering him a hand.
He accepted the offer and followed her to the stairs. "First, a definition of 'morning.' At least daylight, presumably after a decent amount of nighttime rest. It would be cheating to say at 1 minute past midnight, 'It's morning!'"
"Sounds fair enough." He agreed from behind as she led him upward, then down the hallway. "Second: when I say no 'fooling around,' as much as I'd like to, I mean no making out, and no tongue wrestling, nipple sucking, repeated rhythmic flicking of the bean, blow jobs or full-on filling me over-full with that thick hunk of man meat. Agreed?"
She first felt any resistance to her hand's guidance when she led him to her room. "Lizzy. Why are we going to your room?"
She turned to face him, taking up his free hand with hers. "Shush. I asked a question, one concerning not fooling around anymore at all tonight including details of some of the really fun stuff we won't be doing. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Even if it's stuff you already did to me on the couch tonight and it felt really fucking good. Agreed?"
"Yes. Agreed. Even though it wasn't just me doing it."
"Did I ever say it was? I can name parts of what I said that strongly suggest I'm the prime actor. The sine qua non."
TODD
"No. In retrospect, you never said it was was just me. But, Lizzy? Why are we here?" He looked around the room. Her huge king-sized bed dominated the space. That bed had been a rare cause of contention between the siblings. When their parents purchased a new adjustable bed several years ago, Liz inherited this one while he was stuck with his old budget twin bed.
"We agreed to sleeping on it. On something very important to consider. For tonight at least. And this is where we're sleeping on it." She made it sound like it was the simplest thing to understand.
"In your bed? Together?"
"It's huge. We could flop around all night and never find each other in it, believe me. Besides, I'm still all traumatized by those zombies. They were way creepy. And maybe that monster that poked me on the couch, and could be hiding under the bed right now?"
He sighed. "I'm gonna lose this one, huh?"
She shrugged. "Only if you consider going to bed and waking up with the most irresistibly desirable woman in the world a loss. Now I'm going to take a quick shower while you get comfortable in bed."@
"Didn't you already take..."
She didn't wait for his question. Todd watched her disappear into the bathroom and quickly dropped his shorts, stripped off his shirt. He could hear the shower water start. Standing alone in his sister's bedroom, wearing nothing but his underwear, he pictured her naked, stepping into the spray of hot water.
Showering together was not making out, or any of the other things she had listed as forbidden. He could slip into the bathroom now, offer to join her, to soap up her body, allowing his hands to wander, explore everywhere. That wouldn't be, technically, fooling around at least as she had defined it.
"Down boy," he muttered, immediately aware of the swelling length in his boxer shorts, pushing out at the thin fabric. "We can't be letting Lizzy see that."
He slid under the covers of her bed, pulling them up close to his chin. His sister's scent surrounded him. It was comforting as always, familiar, but it also fueled a new reaction. It took him back to a slim beauty writhing against him, in his arms, under him: a forbidden beauty, responding to his touch, his kisses, his flicking tongue, nipples hardening at his attention, her slickness opening and ready when his hand explored up too far between her long, perfect legs.
"God you're a hopeless perv." He chastised himself, now fully hard in his sister's bed. He tried to focus on his book, on the rather silly explanations Paracelsus had for elemental creatures of the earth and water, of fire and...air. Thinking of sylphs didn't help distract him.
'You called me a SILF' she had said, those gorgeous eyes full of love and more. She hadn't gone on, but his mind now clearly saw her, tugging a t-shirt up, exposing those perfect little breasts to him, slipping loose shorts off long legs. This imaginary Lizzy following up with 'Am I really the Sister you'd Like. To. Fuck?'
He groaned at his own weakness, rolled onto his side and pulled the sheets closer under his chin. He jumped in surprise when the bathroom door opened. He hadn't even heard the water stop.
PART 2 - The Nude Part
His sister's face and skin glowed, pink-red from the hot water, covered only by a white towel tucked in at her chest. It left a long expanse of her glorious legs exposed. She smiled down at him. "Comfy?"
"Mostly. I have to say, this is a really nice bed."
"Good. And Todd? I have to say you look really nice in my bed."
"Wha...Lizzy!" He was utterly shocked when she pulled the corner of the towel free from between her breasts, let it drop to the floor. She stood before him, her smile showing more than a little nervousness, entirely naked. The even tan from head to toe just emphasized the clean, fluid beauty of her body.
Her hands settled on her hips. "You didn't think we were going to sleep with clothes on, did you? What are you wearing under there?"
"Uh...my boxers." He tried, failed, to keep his eyes from darting over, drinking in the vision on display before him. He could clearly see the tantalizing space between her lean thighs that has been suggested by her silhouette in the dress earlier, the space his hand and fingers had so easily slipped into.
"Listen, brother dear." She switched her arms, crossing them over her chest. It pushed her breasts up, together, on display even more than before. "Because of stupid Suz's work schedule, I went to the Renn Faire yesterday instead of getting to explore my new-found confidence in my positive body image by going to the Nude Day."
She nodded at the bedside clock, reading 12:23. "It's after midnight, officially Nude Day. And you and I are going to spend it in the nude. So let's see those boxers, boy. You're safe under the covers so I won't see anything else. You're not a craven poltroon, are you?"
Again, he sighed. He was going to lose this one too. ""Craven poltroon?' Good one, sis, but maybe a little redundant."
He wrestled the underwear down off his body before waving them with one hand, tossing them to the floor on his side of the bed. "Good enough?"
She nodded, clapped her hands. "Yay! My handsome brother is nude with me for Nude Day! And, since I trust you so completely, I won't demand proof that my handsome brother is indeed nude in my bed to start our Nude Day together. Not even as much I want to check out that hot, muscular body of yours, let alone get a good look at that big, hard monster that was poking me on the couch, making my poor belly all quivery."
She lifted the covers on her side, finally hiding her exposed, glorious body from him as she joined him in bed. Switching the lamp off beside her, he voice was low in the sudden dark. "Good night, dear brother. Sleep well. And thanks for trusting me enough to do this with me. It means a lot."
He rolled onto his back in the dark, freeing his still stiff length from where he had trapped it against the mattress. "You're welcome, beautiful sister. I love you."
"I love you too, Todd. More than anything."
He stared up into the dark, nowhere near sleep, painfully aware of the naked - nude - object of his most urgent desires so close beside him.
"And Todd?" It was a whisper.
"Yeah?"
"You're a really good kisser."
"So are you."
Her sigh was dramatic, exaggerated in the dark. "That's what I needed to hear. I'll be able to sleep now."
He returned to staring upward, toward the invisible ceiling. At least she'd been right: the bed was big enough that they weren't all over each other. He could hear, feel her shifting and adjusting her position on the other side of the bed, but that was all.
Eventually, he must have slept, because he awoke to smooth skin, a leg sliding over his own. Liz muttered in her sleep, then moved again. An arm draped over his chest, but not before it brushed up over his length. He immediately felt his heart pound, blood flow to the region. She was apparently asleep, but had still turned him on again, so easily prodding him back to fully, painfully awake.
Her face was tucked close to his shoulder, her breath feathering over his skin there. Part of him wanted to slip out from under her arm, flee from the temptation so close at hand, so freely offered. Another part desperately wanted to wrap her slender nudity in his arms, to drag her to him, to explore every inch of his sister in a way he had never allowed himself to consider as other than fantasy.
She murmured again, a soft sweet sound, face burrowing closer. Her leg bent, knee riding higher, stroking over his stiffness. It pinned one arm in close against his body. It occurred to him that her leg, lifted too high, meant her bare crotch would be wide open, exposed.
He couldn't help imagining his hand sliding up one inner thigh again, no shorts in the way, finding her warm, slippery wetness open and eager for his touch. God, he would love to give in, push those thighs wide as he climbed between them, and bury his face there, tasting, tonguing, hearing her cries as he brought her to endless peaks of pleasure, feeling those wonderful legs wrap around him, holding him to her.
He remembered the fingers that entered her earlier. That arm was free and without thought he brought those fingers to his mouth, sucked them in, tasting her juices dried there. It felt so wrong, so right, so fucking naughty, kinky, nasty sexy, to taste his sister's forbidden flavors like this with her naked body right here, so close.
When her leg eased down, moving only inches, he was erect enough that her knee slid under his length, caught, stayed there. Eventually he rolled onto his side, away from her.
It didn't seem long, but perhaps he had drifted asleep again, before she was snuggled tight against his back, spooning him. He had felt a single soft kiss on his shoulder, he was almost sure. There was no doubt that he could feel firm bare breasts pressed against him, harder nipples obvious with each slow breath she took.
Then an arm snaked over his waist, fingers tracing his hardness.
"Liz?" He whispered it. She did not respond at all: no change in breathing or position. He waited, then edged out from under the arm, missing the contact as soon as it was lost. He found himself on the very edge of the huge bed. So much for her reassurance about them being able to find each other.
This time he must have been asleep: he was on his back again, like he usually slept, with no memory of rolling over. An arm or a hand had again traced his length. He was achingly erect, almost tingling. Any other night, his hand would have been tugging at himself if he woke up like that. Now, he knew it would take only moments to bring himself to a hard, spraying climax. He couldn't have his sister waking up to that.
And so the night continued. Todd in an endless state of stimulation. Short, restless bursts of sleep punctuated by his naked sister pressing close, stroking, climbing half on him, always managing to find his most sensitive, intimate and obviously aroused spot.
He was awake, staring upward at a ceiling he could now clearly see: it was nearly morning. Once more, Liz muttered something in a low, groggy voice and tucked in close. He knew where the hand would go before he felt it. An open palm dragging upward along his tender underside, followed by the inside of her wrist and forearm. Hand and arm combined for a longer, more extended touch, concentrated at its end: where his swollen head was trapped against his stomach with no way to retreat from the contact.
He suppressed a moan, biting into his lip. He felt helplessly close to exploding.
As the last of her forearm stroked over him, he felt Lizzy tense. He heard a faint gasp, then her head popped up, eyes wide, holding her arm high.
"You..you're wet. You...leaked on me. Look!" He did look, dragging his gaze away from the beautiful, round little breasts that now showed above the sheet and blanket.
She displayed her bare limb over him, the dawn's light enough to reflect on a shiny trail of his precum. He was surprised that he hadn't leaked more, earlier in this long night of torment.
His eyes would have lowered quickly to her chest again except for what she did next. His sister's pink tongue slipped out, to slowly lave along the shimmering line, before retreating behind her lips. Smiling down at him, lips sealed, she made a show of tasting, savoring, what she had gathered with the single long lick, then swallowed.
Low and indistinct, a roar was growing deep in, or perhaps behind, Todd's ears. His pulse thumped. Breathing was an effort. The moan he held back earlier escaped him now. The sight of his sister swallowing his precum, licked off the shaft of her forearm, after endless hours of stroking arms and legs, tugging hands, and naked snuggling flesh, had pushed him to the edge of a precipice.
"Mmm! I like that." Her eyes glowed bright, mixed cleverness and excitement. "I think I might need to have another little taste. Let's see where that might have come from."
Without hesitation, she was lifting the covers, lowering herself to her brother's naked body.
"Lizzy! You can't!" One slim-fingered hand wrapped around his over-teased shaft even as it was exposed. Her head drew close; he did not know -exactly - what his sister was about to do. Regardless, breath caught, muscles tensing, desperate to hold back his body's threatened response. His jaw clenched, forcing out a warning. "If you..."
The hand wrapped around him pumped, once, twice. Todd heard a faint cooing from Liz as she was rewarded with a thick droplet of shining clear-cloudy fluid forming, growing at his very tip. Her face looked mesmerized, gazing from only inches away as the thick precum flowed out, down his deep red head. The hand made a third slow pump, squeezing gently, down, pause, up. He saw her sweet lips part open.
"Oh god! Fuck! Ahhh! Lizzy!" Todd's resistance failed. He watched, somehow distant, detached from his own almost violently shuddering body, as stream after stream of milky white cum shot out, up, over his sister's cheek, chin, lips. She sputtered, shocked, but stayed close, her hand still continuing its slow, steady rhythm.
"Enough, baby." Todd tried not to writhe as her hand's motion became close to unbearable. His fist twisted a handful of blanket. "Please."
Her hand stopped, but only so that she could hold him still, allowing her lips to ease over his head, sucking softly. "Mmmm-hmmm."
The vibrations of the sound shot through his groin, triggering deep pulses, making him squirm. "Liz. Baby, please!"
She finally released him, her lips letting go with a clear popping sound followed by a giggle, before her hand lowered his length onto his own stomach.