Kirstie turned the front of her body to the shower and let the hot sharp needles of water strike her bared breasts. Her plump nipples stiffened and throbbed. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, giving in to the sensations, thinking dreamily about the letter.
Rick was coming back. His discharge from the Army was final. It had been three long years. But it was over now. He would be arriving tomorrow.
Kirstie felt all the old feelings rekindle. All the thirsty passion and hot shame she had thought were gone forever began swirling through her mind and body as she luxuriated in the pleasure of the shower. There had been times during the three years when she had hoped it was all gone. Many times. It was so wrong. They had been young. And wicked. Deliciously wicked. But the separation would be good for them.
Rick would go into the Army. He would ball lots of Korean cuties; think of her as virgin when it came to the sophisticated arts of love. That would straighten everything out. And when he returned, they would be just friends, brother and sister in the normal way. What they had shared would always be a fond memory, but nothing more than that.
The problem was that, for Kirstie at least, it was still more than that. She herself had moved to San Francisco and got a good job. She had gone through several boyfriends, and her share of sexual experience. She would go several months without thinking of her brother. Then she would have a dream. She would be fucking with Rick, rutting like a wild animal. She would wake up, groaning and coming without even having touched herself.
All the old shame and hot excitement would sweep over her. Just as it was doing now, with the shower beating against her breasts, making them tingle and ache. She could imagine his lips on her wet nipples, his tongue on her pulsing cunt. Oh God, it's not over! she thought. It's not over at all!
She tried to restrain her reveries, but she couldn't. The hot water relaxed her and let the memories flow through her. The letter had set it oft and she couldn't stop it. Lovingly she recalled every detail of how it had begun.
She remembered the hot summer evening in Santa Monica when she had come home early from a date. She was nineteen at the time, during her first year at UCLA. Rick was only eighteen. It was the first summer their parents had decided they were old enough to stay on their own for a few weeks while they themselves went on vacation. That particular evening Kirstie had had a date with a big campus football star. But the crude bastard had barely let an hour elapse before he began trying to shove his big old dong up Kirstie's end zone. It was the closest thing to a near-rape she had ever gone through. She had escaped only by threatening to go to his coach and make the whole thing public.
By the time she got home, her clothes were torn, her makeup smudged with dry tears, her heart pounding. She was thankful that Rick didn't seem to be home to witness her disheveled state. The evening was still so warm that she decided the only thing to relax her was a lazy swim in the pool. So she put on her bikini and headed for the backyard.
But as she was heading through the sliding glass doors toward the pool, she suddenly heard the lapping and gentle splashing of the water. Someone was already in the pool! Quickly she stepped back into the shadows behind the glass doors. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she made out her brother and a young blonde girl swimming together. At times they murmured softly, giggled, kissed and squirmed together. Kirstie suddenly realized that the girl was naked when she saw her brother scoop up one of the girl's round golden breasts and suck her nipple hungrily.
My God! Kirstie thought. Obviously they didn't think I was coming home for a while. She couldn't keep a smile from crossing her face. Little brother was having a little rendezvous. The whole scene fascinated Kirstie so much that she knew she wouldn't do anything to interrupt them. She stood as still as a statue and watched them caressing each other in the water.
It was only when her brother got our of the pool that she nearly gave her presence away. He was naked too. And swinging between his thighs was the biggest, longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. She gasped audibly when she saw it, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Good God, will you look at that! she thought. I never imagined.
But of course not, she thought. How could I have imagined that? He's my own brother, after all. You don't go around wondering about the size of our brother's cock. But God, it makes that quarterback's look like a breakfast sausage.
She couldn't take her eyes off it. Or off the rest of his young body, for that matter. For the first time, as if seeing him through different eyes, she noticed how well-built and ripple-muscled he was. He might be only eighteen, but he was a man in every way. And the girl with him apparently thought so too.
She had climbed out of the pool with him, her young naked body glistening in the moonlight. They clung together and kissed, groping passionately. Rick sucked her full wet breasts. The girl moaned and whimpered. She stroked his stiffening cock. In erection it was truly gigantic.
They were whispering and panting, but Kirstie was too far away to hear what they said. But from the way they mauled each other with their hands and mouths, she could tell how urgent their passion was. Her blood accelerated and her crotch grew wet and tingly as she watched them. She saw her brother pull a long pad off the pool lounge and spread it on the deck.
The girl lay down on it on her back, spreading her thighs and stretching out her arms to him. Rick got don on top of her. He squeezed her breasts again and sucked her nipples. The girl's head tossed feverishly. She whimpered and mewled, loud enough for Kirstie to hear this time. Then Rick quickly slid his cock into the girl. They clasped each other and fucked furiously for only a few seconds. Rick came before he had finished five strokes. The girl didn't seem to come, not according to what Kirstie could judge anyway. Or if she did, Kirstie thought, she certainly doesn't have them like I have them.
But the girl didn't act like she minded. She swarmed over Rick, kissing him ardently as he pulled out of her.
Kirstie realized that she had to get out of there. Quickly she went to her bedroom and locked the door. She took off her bikini and got into bed. She lay there thinking how quickly the two of them had done it. Just like two kids! she thought contemptuously. No wonder the poor thing didn't come. I'll bet rabbits even have more fun than that.
The scene had made her awfully horny, but she refused to masturbate. For one thing, she felt lonely, and she feared that it would only make her loneliness worse. And for another, she knew how she screamed when she climaxed. She didn't want the tables to be turned, to have them eavesdropping on her. But it took her a long time to settle her nerves into sleep.
Kirstie didn't see her brother for the next two days – he had taken off on a surfing trip. But she thought often of what she had witnessed. And whenever she thought of it, she realized that she didn't remember the two of them fucking so much a she did the size of her brother's cock. She would flush with sex-heat and shame. Her cunt would get wet and her belly tight. God, stop it! she would scream at herself.
Finally she was floating in the pool one hot afternoon, trying not to thinking about it, when suddenly Rick showed up. She squinted up and saw him standing at poolside, grinning down at her. He wasn't wearing anything but his cutoff jeans, and his young strong body was bronzed with rich tan.
"Well, hi stranger," she said, smiling. "I didn't know if we were ever going to see you again around here."
"Shucks, Sis," he mocked. "I was only gone for a couple of days. I didn't know I had to report in."
Kirstie could feel his eyes on her wet near-naked body as she floated in the water. She knew she wasn't imagining it, and it excited her fiercely. Rick glowered at her bobbing breasts, barely concealed by the thin bikini top.
"You don't," she said. "You're a big boy now."
Big is hardly the word for it, she thought. She hoped he couldn't tell she was blushing.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"I don't mind at all. As long as you don't jump in like a clumsy whale and make too many waves," she joked. "See how calm and glassy it is?"
He nodded. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw him unbuttoning his cutoffs. She stared at his crotch, both hoping and fearing that he was wearing trunks. He was. But he saw her staring too. His cock was so huge that it made a large bulge in his swim trunks. Kirstie wondered why she had never noticed it before. But when you're not supposed to do something, you don't do it, she thought, trying to calm herself. It was purely an accident that I saw it the other night.
Rick slid into the pool and swam gently over to her, taking care not to disrupt the even surface of the water too much.
"See," he smiled. "Did I do good?"
"You did good, little brother."
"Humph, little brother," he joked, poking her in the ribs under the water. "I'm as big as you are."
"Oh!" Kirstie cried out, losing her poise in the water and beginning to sink. "Don't do that!"
Rick watched her firm bobbing breasts as she struggled to stay afloat. The full globes bulged out of her bikini top, showing the line where her deep tan stopped and the pale skin started.
"Don't do what?" he said.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her underwater with him. Kirstie struggled and thrashed, trying to surface. She felt her brother's hands on her body, on her breasts, squeezing them hard. She popped up and out of the water, snorting out her nostrils, gasping for breath.
"Oh, you mean little bastard!" she swore at her brother, giggling. "How could you do that to me?"
"Do what?" Rick grinned from ear to ear.
"You know what you did!" she said, feigning anger, treading water.
"I couldn't help it," he said, still grinning.
"Yes you could!"
Now he stopped smiling. His eyes were deeply serious. "No I couldn't," he said.
The situation was so exciting and embarrassing that Kirstie could only think of one way to get out of it. She took a big gulp of air and quickly dove herself, swooping under him and grabbing his legs, pulling him down. Rick kicked and thrashed, frying to get away. Kirstie reached between his thighs and gabbed everything that was there, giving it a tight squeeze.
"Jesus!" Rick gasped as he surfaced, shaking the water out of his hair. "What in fuck's name do you think you're doing?"
"In what's name?" Kirstie said coyly.
He grimaced. "You heard me."
But suddenly they were staring at each other as if they knew what all this horse play meant. To Kirstie it seemed as if she could still feel the imprint of his huge cock and heavy balls in her hand. Rick's eyes on her wet body were like tongues.
She turned her back on him, swam to the steps, and climbed out of the pool.
"Hey, where are you going?" he called, the disappointment clear in his voice.
"Inside," she said, gabbing a towel and disappearing through the glass doors.
Rick scrambled out of the pool and followed her. He found her in the living room, drying herself. He had forgotten his own towel and was dripping heavily.
"Rickie, look at you!" Kirstie laughed, pointing. "You're getting water all over Mom's rug. You know how she feels about that."
Rick suddenly looked embarrassed and confused to her. The rough horseplay in the pool he could handle. But this was more dangerous. He didn't seem to know how to act. And of course he didn't, Kirstie realized.
She didn't know why she was doing any of this either. But she knew that she couldn't stop to think about it. If she did, she would feel guilty. So she rushed on before she could have misgivings. She stretched out her hand to him, holding the towel.
"Here, dummy, come and dry off my back," she said, trying to be absolutely nonchalant. "Then you can dry yourself off."
Slowly Rick approached her and took the towel. She turned her long supple back to him. He began daubing her skin with it tentatively.
"Not like that, silly," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Rub it."
"Your strap's in the way," he said, his voice thick.
"Then why don't you untie it," she whispered. Rick hesitated. But then she felt his fingers on the string. She nearly fainted with excitement. A sharp tremor seized her body. Oh God, it's really going to happen! she thought. It's so wrong! And I want it so much!
Rick's hands shook slightly as he untied the wet string. The top was so flimsy that it fell to the floor as soon as he got the bow loose. Kirstie bit her bottom lip. She tried to control her breathing as she felt him apply the towel to her skin again.
"That's it," she murmured. "That's it…"
When he reached the curve of her lower back with the towel, she slowly turned around. Her full naked breasts nearly brushed his forehead. Rick looked surprised, even frightened. But he couldn't take his eyes off the quivering globes, so pale against the brown of her tan. Her large puffy nipples were swollen and soft.
Rick tried to speak. His lips moved, but nothing came out. Kirstie didn't know what to say either. She had a feeling that a singe word might destroy the magic. If either of them let the guilt take over, they would not be able to go on. So she reached out with one hand, put it behind his head, and pulled his face gently into her breasts. Instinctively he cupped them with his hands and sucked her thick left nipple into his mouth.
"Oh yes!" Kirstie gasped.
Her body ran with fire. She threw back her head and pushed her throbbing nipples into his mouth, moaning with pleasure.
"Suck, baby, suck me, suck me," she murmured.
"God, Sis, they're beautiful!"
"Suck them, suck them hard!"
Rick squeezed her aching breasts and sucked their nipples with sharp passion.
"Ah!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus, yes! I… I want you to… to fuck me," she panted softly. "I want you to fuck me, Rickie."
His face was troubled but torn with passion for her. "We… can't do that, Kirstie. You know we can't do that."
She grabbed him and kissed his mouth wildly, snaking her tongue around his, mashing her breasts into his bare chest.
"Why can't we?"
"It's wrong."
She reached down and slid her fingers under the waist of his swim trunks, just touching the base of his bent and throbbing prick.
"Don't you want me? Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Yes, but."
"I want your cock. I want to kiss your big cock," she panted.
She slid down his body, kissing the droplets of water off his skin as she sank to her knees. She grabbed his swim trunks and pulled them down his muscular thighs in one swift motion. His huge cock jumped up and started twitching, only inches from her face. Quickly she slid his trunks down his ankles and off his feet.
"Down here," she said urgently. She patted the carpet. "Don here with me." She squirmed out of her bikini panties.
Rick sank down next to her, still mumbling half-hearted protests. "But we… Kirstie, we…"
"Shhh," she shushed him.
She closed her lips over the flaring head of his massive cock and began sucking him wildly. Oh God, oh God, I love it! I love it! But she had only sucked him a few seconds when she realized the problem. He had no control.
"God, Sis, I'm going to come!" he groaned.
"No… no," she panted, quickly letting his jumping prick out of her mouth. "Not yet, not yet. Try to hold it. Here, put it in me."
She rolled over on her back and spread her legs, pulling him on top of her. God, put it in me, don't come before you fuck me, honey!
"Ah!" she moaned, wild with joy as his gigantic cock slid into her pussy.
She clamped her thighs around his hips and threw her arms around his neck, grinding her body up into his.
"Now fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she chanted. Her brother's huge cunt-splitting cock drove her into a frenzy of lust. She wanted it to go on and on. But almost before they could get started, she felt him clench.
"Oh!" he grunted.
And she felt rockets of jism spout into her. "God, I'm sorry, Sis," he gasped. "It's okay… okay," she panted. "Here, roll over this way. Let me get on top of you. Quick, while it's still hard!"
She rolled him onto his back and clamped her thighs tight on his cock, jamming her throbbing cunt down on the thick base of it. Insane with hot lust, she dangled her breasts in his face.
"Suck me, honey. Suck me hard!" she begged.
Rick's mouth found one of her nipples and sucked it sharply. At the same moment she clenched her pussy on his cock and began pumping like hell.
"Uh…! Oh…! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaooowwwnnnggghhh! Aaiieeee! Aahhnnuunngggiieee!" she wailed as the orgasm ruptured her.
All he could do was hold onto her as she flailed and writhed through the hot spasms. It had been the most stunning, powerful climax she had ever experienced in her life up to that time.
She grinned now in the shower, remembering Rick's surprise over the screaming violence of her orgasm. "Jews!" he had said. "Are you sure you didn't break something? Gee, I never knew anyone could come like that!"
Kirstie shook herself out of her reverie. I never knew I could come that way either, until you made me do it, she had told him. It had been only the beginning. Then he had gone in the Army.
She stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off and remembering how he had done it, the first time. He's coming back! He's coming to me! she thought, wild with joy. She realized that she was so physically aroused from the reverie that she had almost come standing there in the shower.