Chapter 1

My sister, Belinda, and her husband Dave have invited me to come and stay with them over my summer break, after the third year of college. I had a job in their city that I'd gotten through a professor at the college; just an internship, but still, a real job in my chosen field, and it was going to look great on my resume because it was with one of the big names in that field. I figured I needed it, because I'm still pretty young.

Bel is really something - beautiful, sweet, but very naughty. She just about killed me, going through high school, with the way she teased me, even after she went off to college. I never met another girl who made me so hard, so often. Maybe that's why I hadn't hooked up with any of the girls in either high school or college. Yes, I was still a virgin at 20! I'd gotten a couple of abortive blowjobs, and had my hand in the bra and/or pants of a few pretty girls, but I really hadn't had time for a girlfriend, because I was so determined to get a good education and enter professional life. Plus, none of the girls really looked even half as good as Bel - and growing up, I'd seen most every bit of her.

I guess I need to describe her, or you won't understand what she's like. She is 5'-10" tall, with a killer body that she displays outrageously, and the most utterly gorgeous complexion and facial features. She's an athlete, and a dancer, and her body isn't just tall, it's a solid 170 lbs - and curvy beyond belief. BIG boobs! At least a C-, if not a D-cup. Her hair and eyes are dark, her lips look slightly bee-stung (though not ridiculously so, like some actresses, who pay a fortune for dangerous medical procedures to 'enhance' their looks.) And she has the most incredible, impish smile that lights up her entire face when she's tickled about something - like the latest of her endless litany of teasing remarks. But she is NEVER mean, not to me.

She picked me up at the airport in the city at mid-morning on a Thursday, driving an expensive-looking luxury sports sedan. Apparently, Dave has a very good income, and is not stinting her at all. She helped me load the luggage I'd brought into the trunk and then asked me to place the airport's luggage cart in the return stile nearby. When I got back to the car (slightly richer than expected for the coins I found in the refund catch cup of the metering system - some people just don't have to pay attention to amounts that small, or get distracted, I guess, but I'm still a poor college student), she was sitting in the passenger seat, looking gorgeous, smiling at me. "I think you should drive, Carl!"

Cool! I like this version of my sister. "Okay, Bel, sure. And thanks! I love this car, by the way." I got in and headed out of the parking lot, paying the fee from the coins I had scored upon returning the luggage cart, and we set out on the freeway to her hamlet.

"I need to talk to you about some things. Will you please tell me the truth, or just tell me to stop if you need me to?" Her expression was anything but playful, now.

She seemed much more serious than usual. And I love her to death, so I nodded.

"Do you remember those times when we were growing up, that I caught you peeking at me?" my sister asked, blushing. "I know you do!"

Where the hell did that come from? "How could I ever forget? You were the most beautiful girl in school, and the things I saw when I worked up the courage to satisfy my curiosity about the female anatomy, and sexuality - you blew all the crap I saw on the xxx websites to smithereens!" I mused fondly. "You're all woman, now, though."

"I'm very sorry I teased you so badly about peeking!" Bel said contritely. "I was mean to you, and in truth, I tempted you deliberately into doing it initially." I risked looking away from the road, briefly, as the traffic was light - her face was somber, and she seemed quite teary-eyed; then I saw a tear trickle down her cheek, on the side nearest me as I drove. Impulsively, I reached out one-handed and cupped her cheek in my palm, using my thumb to wipe away the tear-trail. She nuzzle her face in my hand.

"Hey, big sister, it wasn't that bad. I always knew you loved me, even though we had some things to work through. And you never turned me in to the 'rents! I couldn't believe my good fortune - though you did blackmail me into stuff over it."

"That's what I feel bad about, really." She raised her face off of my hand and I put it back on the wheel. "The teasing that got you to do it, the opportunities I created - all of it, it's all on me. You didn't deserve to be treated so, not with all the loving care and especially the protection you gave me. Do you forgive me for being such a bad sister?"

"Don't give it another thought! I was peeking, again, checking to see if Rod was going to get your top off, or get his pinky stinky, or whatever. I was entirely out of line, invading your privacy on the back porch when you were using it. I deserved to have my ass kicked, rather than the way it turned out in the end." I reflected back on the time, a few years prior, when I established my hero creds by coming to my sister's rescue when he wouldn't take no for an answer. Thank goodness I'd been so intent to see her!

I was getting stiff just recalling the scene; my hot-body sister was topless, and she was giving a blow job, while fending off his hands reaching for her pussy under the miniskirt she wore. I thought I was going to come in my pants when I saw her bobbing on his prick, because I could see her nearly bare ass sticking out of that skirt, as well as her big tits hanging down as she energetically fellated him, though they didn't jiggle around quite as much as they might have. Turns out, she was on her period and she didn't feel like having him mucking around in her 'messy snatch'. So she was giving him the blow job as consolation. Her boobs were shiny from the saliva he'd left on them, as was the dick she slurped off the end of, telling him NO! firmly. He'd then tried to force his way into her pussy, and I burst in and applied a full nelson argument to reason with him. Fucker!

"But I have to! It was underhanded of me, tempting you and then turning your natural curiosity into blackmail material - I can't pretend it was okay. I've felt so awful about it, recently, when I realized just what I'd done to you. I used you, and you never treated me badly in any way. Then you covered for me, not letting the 'rents know I was even topless, after saving me from that ass-wipe Rod, let alone the perfunctory blow job you interrupted. You never tried to blackmail me over any thing. I need to make amends with you, to truly forgive myself. Dave will explain more when he gets home."

"Dave knows?!" I barked. "He's going to kick my ass, most likely!" He could, too, because he was 6'-4" of former all-star linebacker, one who'd turned away from sports when he could have gone pro for millions of dollars. "Why did you tell him?" I moaned.

Before answering, she gestured to an exit sign coming up, so I turned on the indicator and took the off-ramp. "I had to - we've decided to start a family, and he made me tell him everything significant in my sexual history. He says that we have to be completely open with each other, in order to move on into that next phase of our lives.

"Believe me, his stories took much longer than mine. He got more pussy before we met than any dozen normal guys - so I held out a long time. Including a bunch of threesomes, foursomes, and even moresomes, plus stuff I never even imagined people really did. But he gave all that up for me, and I had to tell him my little secrets, too."

She continued chatting to me and giving non-verbal directions on the streets leading to the very nicely-landscaped, large suburban home they occupy, reaching over me to press the remote entry fob on the sunshade over my head, and incidentally giving me a perfect down-blouse view of her tits, which she noted my appreciation of with a smirk. "You'll understand better, when he gets here in a few hours, and we can go into it more, together. He's really quite a guy." We lugged my stuff into the house, and she escorted me to a very nice bedroom sticking back off the house by the kitchen, with an attached bath and a sliding door exit leading to their large pool. "Good grief, Bel, I can't believe this place! It's more of a mansion than a house. Dave must be a great lawyer!"

"Yes, he is, and we're very blessed. You can take a swim, if you like," she gestured out to the pool, "and I'll make us some lunch and bring it out. Or you can sit with me and chat while I make it, or take a nap, or do whatever you want." She smiled sweetly again. "I love you, Carl! I'm so happy you came." Her gaze was adoring, if unsettling.

"The first option sounds great - I can really use a bit of exercise, and in this heat, the pool seems like an ideal way to get some during the day. I'm really glad you guys offered to let me stay here this summer!" I looked in her eyes and said, "I do really love you, too, Bel, I hope you know that. It isn't just convenience that brings me here."

"Silly! Of course I know that." She smiled and gave me an intense look I had trouble placing, then reached out and stroked my cheek. "Go ahead and get in the pool and I'll whip us up something up to eat. I won't keep you waiting too long!" She left and I quickly emptied my bags into the dresser and closet, then donned a swimsuit that I pulled out of the mass of clothing. The water was perfect, clean and fresh with no detectable odor of chlorine, nor any sign of bacterial overgrowth, and I got a pretty good workout in while anticipating Bel's promised lunch. After, I eased myself into the attached hot tub/jacuzzi, which spilled over into the pool, and just closed my eyes.

"Uh-umm." Bel cleared her throat as she set something on the table behind me.

"Not sleeping," I said, keeping my eyes closed. "What did you make us?"

"Sandwiches - avo, lettuce, sprouts, tomato and cheese, potato salad, and salsa with chips. Plus tea! Do you mind if I join you for a minute, before we eat?" she asked.

"Sure, come on in, the water's great!" I said. I heard her get in and opened my eyes, preparing to sit up, and boy-oh-boy, did I get eyeful! "Bel! You're ... you're naked! And utterly fabulous!" I was barking again. She was standing about five feet away, up on the seat as she was entering the water, bare as the day she was born - in every sense of the word. Apparently, Dave likes a shaved cunt, because hers sure as the dickens was. Her pussy looked like an over-ripe peach had split open, and the inner girl-parts I'd so much longed to see were beginning to be apparent - including a large, hooded clitoris. It was all I could do to raise my gaze up to her eyes.

"So, you like, I take it?" she asked, raising her hands to her luscious tits and stroking them gently, causing the nipples to erect slightly. She was looking right at me, standing with legs slightly apart, and that look was in her eyes again.

"I ... I, yeah! Of course I like - any man would have to be either gay, neutered, or three days dead and buried, not to like!" I woofed once again. I was getting into a rut! "Bel, I thought you weren't going to tease me any more," I complained. "Do you want me to die of terminal erectile dysfunction, or something? This is hard on me."

"I'm sorry," she said, sliding fully into the water opposite me. "That was mean of me, too. I suppose I wanted to make sure you still found me desirable. We don't bother with suits out here - it's just easier to dispense with useless clothing. But if it really makes you nervous, I'll put on one of my more conservative suits while we eat - the other ones would be worse than no suit at all, I'm afraid. That's what they're good for, in the end - if a man doesn't want to tear it off me, it didn't work!" She settled herself deeper into her seat, leaving those now more erect nipples poking up above the water. "I never want to make you that uncomfortable. Just a little bit uncomfortable!"

"I'm going to die!" I moaned. I couldn't tear my eyes away from those nipples, now that she'd closed her eyes momentarily, luxuriating in the warm water.

"You can relieve the pressure, if you like - I won't mind. Dave still beats his meat, even though I fuck him all the time, and I do enjoy seeing the 'happy ending', if you will." She opened her eyes and looked at me intensely again, with a very challenging expression on her face now. "You don't have to pretend not to, or hide it from me, ever. You're my brother, loved beyond any measure. And Dave knows everything about me, what I will and won't do, and trust me, it won't cause any trouble, even if he were standing right here."

"What won't cause any trouble, you minx!" Dave announced his presence as he strode out of the house toward us. "You cause trouble just walking down the street!"

"Oh, man!" I wailed. I slipped down as low as I could go, without getting water in my ears, my eyes shut tight. My hard prick stuck out obscenely, embarrassing me.

"Hey, baby!" Bel said. "You got out of your meeting early! Come here and give me a really good kiss, and I'll forgive you for not calling to let me know."

"Okay, just this once, Buttercup." I heard him say, and I opened my eyes. Dave stepped up to the tub behind Bel as she sat up, then stooped down to reach her as she turned her head towards him, and he gave her a very thorough kiss. He also slipped his hands around front and aggressively fondled her breasts; the nipples started to lengthen considerably as they erected further, and Belinda began to moan.

I could see her throat working as her tongue was obviously sliding deep into his mouth, and I instantly became harder than stone. "Ugh!" I exclaimed, as her nipples expanded again, now resembling those little tootsie rolls, albeit shorter, fatter ones. "Maybe I should just make myself scarce for a while," I muttered.

Bel broke her lip-lock with the man whose baby she wanted. "Hold that thought - I'll get back to you shortly, hot stuff," she said in seductive tones. She brushed his hands from her tits and stepped up on the seat over to my left, apparently not concerned about the view that gave me up into her slightly open, but still camel-toe pussy - which had more drips coming off than her nipples did, by far. She then lifted her right leg and proceeded to plant her foot on my chest - opening her cunt to a new level and releasing a substantial trickle of girl juices - and then she shifted her weight onto me and shoved me under the water. I was stunned, I didn't even think to take a breath before I went under, though habits from years of swimming kept me from taking a breath while I was down. Lifeguard training then kicked in, and I grabbed her leg and pushed it away from my center, causing Bel to lose her balance and fall into the center of the tub.

Since I was under water, I could only hear the volume of her utterance, and I'm not sure if she said anything intelligible, or mostly just shrieked as she fell on top of me, while I at the same time used my grip on her calf to lever myself more upright, hauling her back to me - which gave me a great, though intermittent, view of her ass - and both holes. "Goldarn it, Bel!" I said when I got a new breath. Dave's laughter was raucous, as Bel spluttered and dog-paddled off me, kicking none too gently until I let go of her.

"See what I mean! You're a walking incitement to riot before you even do anything to earn your reputation, and then you start to really cause trouble." Dave was evidently not too pissed at me, and not at all scared of sleeping alone tonight.

Bel settled herself on my right, away from Dave and me both. "Humph! You boys both think you're so funny," she grumbled. "And I told you not to call me Buttercup!" she folded her arms across her substantial chest, cutting off our view of her magnificent mammaries. "You're in big trouble, both of you!" she threatened, scowling fiercely.

"Oh, man," I said again as I shook my head, while Dave continued to chuckle. Since my erection hadn't gone away at all, it was more than evident through my tight trunks. I considered trying to cover up as Bel had, but I figured it would make matters worse, so I just sat up tall. Sometimes it's very uncomfortable to be erect!

"Belinda, sweetheart, I'm pretty sure that Carl could not have missed seeing the cup in question - even before I got to you. And when you lifted your leg to play your little trick on him, there was a considerable amount of butter released!" Dave said, as his shit-eating grin threatened to break his face. "I love your buttercup. You know that!"

Bel turned bright red and shrieked again, and raised her hands to her face in a habitual motion which I well recalled from our childhood together, once again giving us both a great look at her chest. Now, the nipples were much darker, in addition to being fully erect on top of crinkled areolae. "Thomas David Amundsen, I am going to get you for this, even if it takes the rest of my life!" she declared heatedly.

"Belinda, sweetheart..." Dave began in a soothing tone of voice.

"Hush up!" She's barking now! "I'm so mad at you I could ... I could ... well, I don't know exactly what I could, but I will!" she said determinedly, still covering her face.

"Darlin', your threats would be much more convincing if we couldn't both see your tits so well right now!" Dave opined. "Your nipples look ready to bore holes in quarter-inch steel plate! We really love it, though," he assured her.

Bel shrieked again and yanked her hands off her face to cover up, and her coloring went beyond crimson to incandescent as she glared at him, her jaw set. She looked ready to chew through the afore-mentioned steel, and I imagined seeing a plume rising in the air above her super-heated cranium. I idly speculated about the amount of gym time it would take to reach the same level of cardio workout, my erection almost forgotten.

"Fine, then! That's it for you, pervert. See what you get for being mean to me." Her gaze shifted to me. "Don't think I've forgotten you, either, you ... you turd, you!"

"Me!" I yelped. "I didn't do anything. Except almost drown."

"Humph!" she grumped. "Have some lunch, boys. Don't let it go to waste - or else!" she said as she arose and stepped out. With incredible grace, she walked away, swaying that magnificent tushie as she went. She grabbed a towel from a stack she'd evidently brought out along with the lunch as she went by, drying her back as she walked and then lower when she paused by the patio door. She wiggled her butt into that towel, exposing and re-covering several times before she went through the door.

"What the blazes was that?!" I wondered aloud, as I also arose and helped myself to a towel. I missed the tushie intensely already!

Dave was following orders and made himself a plate of food. "Don't sweat it, my man - it'll blow over before you know it. She's just a little edgy right now. It's really not a big deal. Trust me, I've seen this before - she just needs a fuck, a really big come." Supremely confident, anyway, I gotta give him that.

I also made a plate, and we settled into loungers and tucked in. The food was delicious, and I made appreciative noises when I got to a particularly succulent bite of sandwich. "My word, she's become some kind of gourmet chef! This is incredible."

Dave finished his bite and said, "Yeah, we decided to get rid of everything that wasn't actually nutritious from our diet - no GMO 'foods' - 'cause they're nothing but poison - and nothing with chemicals on it. Mostly no meat, too, 'cause that's the best way to get something that's really bad for you. Plus, Belinda can't bear to think of the suffering that fills the lives of farmed animals, and I have to say, when I really checked out what she told me about their lives, it was awful. I don't try to tell anyone else what to eat, but if people knew the consequences of their participation in conventional farming, most of them would make the shift, too. They just don't want to have to think about it, so they don't - thus implicitly endorsing the pre-existing food system, by using their purchasing power unwisely, against their own interests."

"Well, if it means eating this kind of food, I'm inclined to go along. But what about the protein and minerals, and all that? Doesn't leaving meat out cause problems in the body?"

"I'm no expert, but I have read a bunch of stuff that Bel made me look at. She's got me convinced that we're actually getting more nutritional value from this than we would out of our old diet, because there's more there to start with, and less bad stuff. Plus, the animals are fed stuff I wouldn't force on even my worst enemy, and the poisons tend to concentrate in their tissues as they grow - so when we eat those tissues, say a nice, juicy ribeye or sirloin steak, guess what we get from it? Poison!"

He seemed to be building a head of steam, so I continued to scarf down the incredible food. "Uh-huh, I get that," I muttered around my bite of potato salad.

"Plus, we don't need all that much protein, in normal life - it's only used to repair damaged tissue, for the most part, and it is actually pretty poor quality protein that our bodies then waste resources processing. The time when we're growing fastest, building our bodies the most, we're living on mother's milk, if our parents are smart - which is about five percent protein, same as fruit. That's another thing that's really pretty screwed up in the standard American diet." He dug back in, which put a temporary halt to that discussion, but I planned to come back to it - this was interesting stuff, but the food was even moreso.

After we finished our nosh, we just mellowed in the sunshine. Eventually, I had to ask him about Bel again. "So, what was that, earlier? Bel was all over the map, emotionally. I've never seen her like that before."