Chapter 1

She came home late and stoned. As she slowly maneuvered around the furniture she confessed to her brother, “Man Derek, I’m really fucked up. Patty and Gwen and me smoked some really good weed. I need a shower, g’night.” He watched his sister weave through the room thinking she looked like she was having fun.

The TV volume was low to keep from waking his parents so he heard when Mandy took her shower. After about ten minutes the bathroom door opened and shut and Mandy came back into the front room. She was wearing a short pink microfiber robe with her hair wrapped in a towel, she smelled faintly of lilacs, “That felt good, what’s on TV?”

He checked out his sister’s sexy legs, from the hem of the short robe to a small gold anklet with several small charms dangling from it. He saw how the thin material of the robe molded to the crevice of her of her ass then answered, “I’m watching a movie about some people lost on an island. There are five guys and two women, things are getting tense because all the guys want to screw the women but they won’t let any man fuck them.”

“Smart girls” Mandy said as she flopped down on one end of the sofa then stretched her legs the length of two cushions, a foot rested on her brother’s thigh. He sneaked a quick peek at her thighs but they were closed so the view wasn’t very interesting.

Mandy’s head rolled to the TV and she got absorbed in the back stabbing and conniving among the group of men trying to get laid by the women who were more focused on survival. He asked his sister, “Aren’t you going to bed, I thought you were tired?”

“Maybe later, I’m still enjoying myself.”

“Want to step outside and do another joint?”

She threw him a 1000-watt smile, “You have one?”

“Half a blunt, we can share.”

The siblings rose from the sofa then went out to stand in the front yard. It was after midnight so the neighborhood was quiet, deserted. Mandy and her brother smoked the roach dead, her high which had been waning surged to lift her to the clouds again, she was enjoying the second buzz of the night. She and her brother briefly bantered about how she was dressed, that the robe would allow a cool breeze to cool her legs; and other parts. His sister stepped her feet apart then commented, “Yeah, sometimes I need to cool it down.”

He commented on her two friends, “Too bad Patty and Gwen aren’t here; we could all get stoned.”

“Well maybe next time we’ll get you good and fucking bombed.”

“The fucking part sounds good, those two are hot.”

“God you ass, they’re my friends, stay away, I want them to like me.”

They returned to the front room and turned their attention back to the TV to see what kind of shenanigans the gay guy was up too. Nobody knew he was gay except the women so they were kind of friendly with him, which pissed off the other men, they thought he was getting screwed by one or both. Mandy again stretched her legs the length of the sofa resting her right heel on Derek’s legs. Without thought or subterfuge the brother put his hand on his sister’s ankle and absentmindedly toyed with the anklet while both were engrossed in the program.

The pot had relaxed the girl significantly, but the touch of her brother’s fingers gently sliding on the skin of her foot relaxed Mandy even more. The fingertip caresses were so gentle that she bit by bit succumbed to the feather soft pressure. His fingers drifted from the anklet to the skin of her ankle which caused her lower leg tingle pleasantly, she lifted the left foot across his leg, she wanted him to treat that foot as he was the first. Still not thinking purposely about her, he started to pay attention to both feet which caused Mandy to snuggle into a sofa pillow and slowly lose concentration on the movie.

He placed his right hand over her right foot then while rolling her toes between two fingers, his left hand drifted up her leg where he kneaded the muscles of her calf. Mandy had used an after-bath lotion so his hand was moving almost friction-less over her skin. Brother and sister were mostly intent on the movie but slowly both were becoming aware of what he was doing to her. He began to slide his hand up and down her lower leg caressing the muscles gently. His sister reacted to the feel of his light touch, she sighed deeply then her focus shifted more from the movie to the growing warmth where his fingers roamed. She shifted her right leg slightly which caused her knees to separate, her inner thighs were exposed from knees to where the robe lay. The thin pink material lay intimately on her form, offering him a view that was both magnetic and provocative. His heart picked up a beat as he looked where the fabric flowed over the mound of her sex to a wrinkle between her thighs. A fight between the gay guy and the big macho bastard was forgotten as he paid more attention to his sister and the feel of her skin under his fingers. She tried to focus on the action while he stroked even higher, above her knee as far as the hem of the cloth. After the gay kicked the shit out of the bigger man, Mandy closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of her brother feeling up her legs. She stretched and flexed her toes as a brief shiver rippled her thighs.

Emboldened by her acquiescence Derek turned his full attention to Mandy. The light strokes of his fingers became firmer as he pressed the palm of his hand on her. He began to slide his hand over the curve of her leg so that it was moving back and forth on her silken skin, his fingertips caressed the underside of her leg then would slide back up when he rocked it back. She shivered again. The movie lost her interest as she concentrated on the deliciously erotic feelings her brother was causing, their kinship quickly became a non-issue as she enjoyed the increasingly erotic massage. Mandy stirred enough to reach over her head and click off the table lamp at the end of the sofa. The only light in the room came from the TV which was enough to see her breasts that became half exposed when the soft cloth slipped open to a broad V as she moved. Her nipples were still hidden but the firm mounds of flesh attracted his gaze.

The brother adjusted quickly to the dim light by becoming more adventurous. He abandoned her toes to bring that hand to Mandy’s thighs and started massaging her muscles with both. Caught up in the soothing rub down Mandy shifted, giving her brother even more leg exposure. He looked up the length of her legs to where the end of the cloth lay across her upper thighs, he could see the split of her body. Mandy was clean shaven; she had no pubic hair. Up to this point he had been fairly casual about fondling his sister but the position of her legs, the view of her pussy, and her acceptance of his caresses, forged his prick into a steel ram. It swelled long and hard in his jeans, cramping as it outgrew the space it was in. He shifted his ass to get more comfortable then returned his attention to the sexy young female under his hands.

It took only a short minute more before he had eased up her thigh until the side of his hand was smoothing on the soft succulent folds of her sex. Mandy raised her arms and laid them on the sofa arm with her fingers laced together, over the towel covering her hair, she pulled a knee up offering more space for him so he pressed his luck and her sex. As his hand moved up and down her crack it was getting wet from the fluids she was seeping. There was no longer doubt in his mind she was turned on and enjoying what he was doing. He twisted around until he could bring both hands into play between her legs, with one he cupped her pussy and the other rested on her pelvis. He pressed two fingers into his sister’s wet warm hole while he sought her clit with the thumb of the other hand.

Mandy arched her back and gasped a sharp breath; her eyes were closed but her body was in motion. She was reveling in the sensations radiating through her from the center of her crescendoing lust. His fingers were long and the tips of them were pressuring her g-spot, and the thumb on her clit was driving her up a mountain of pleasure toward a rapturous peak. Mandy pulled a leg off her brother’s lap then dropped her foot to the floor which caused the junction of her thighs to widen allowing him more room to fondle her. She was beginning to spasm, sharp jolts of sexual charges shocked her repeatedly, causing her to yip short bursts of ecstasy. She grabbed a sofa pillow from her side then moved it over her face. It would not be a good family gathering if she woke their parents. She wrapped her arms over the pillow and continued to bark her pleasure.

He fingered his sister for another minute or so until she arched high off the cushion, his fingers drove into her as far as they could then Mandy’s ass started to shake. The position of her arms caused the robe to open more so her stiff nipples peeked at him as she vibrated. The pillow muffled her climatic outburst as she began to drip her orgasm. His fingers and hand were covered with her discharge when she relaxed back to the sofa. Mandy moved the pillow from her face and stared up at him with shock and awe. She was speechless; she had nothing to say that would convey the mixed feelings she was experiencing. She just had a quick strong orgasm which was great, but he who caused it was her own fucking brother! She sat up on the sofa, pulled her gown closed then put a hand on his cheek. Mandy couldn’t decide if she should slap the crap out of him or give him a kiss. She opted for a thin, timid smile, and fingertip stroke on his face then left for her room. She wasn’t aware of, or even thought that Derek could be turned on, that his balls felt like smoldering fireplace coals. He was frustrated as he watched her leave. He was damn near crippled in the crotch and his sister acted as if she didn’t care. He put his fingers to his nose for the scent of her then licked her fluids from them; his cock convulsed and he came in his pants.

The short intense interlude wasn’t mentioned by either, and Derek eventually stopped being pissed at his sister for the mess in his shorts that night. At first, he was irate that she didn’t take care of him after he fingered her to a climax, but within a couple of days he viewed her normally again. As for Mandy she remembered the night vividly but wasn’t keen on repeating an erotic encounter with her own sibling. For sure it felt good at the time, but she wasn’t planning an encore, it would be too weird.

Their parents were attending a performance of Hamilton when Derek came home from his part time job. It was Friday night and he had plans to hang with some friends but when he came into the house, he heard the delightful peal of feminine laughter from his sister’s room. He tapped lightly on the partially open door then stuck his head in, “Hey, who’s here?”

Mandy jumped at the sound of his voice and spun around to face him just as two more girls looked at him. Patty and Gwen; wet dreams for sure. The sight of the girls sent his nuts on an immediate flight of fantasy, he would fuck either of them, both of them in a heartbeat. After a short wary stare at her brother Mandy relaxed, “Fuck Derek, you sounded like dad. I just pulled this out of my closet and thought he would see it.” She held up a black zipped earphone case.

“What’s that?”

“Pot, we’re going to the back yard to smoke.”

Patty spoke up, “You want to come with us?”

Mandy started to protest but quickly closed her mouth, she didn’t really want to toke up with her brother just then, but she couldn’t rescind Patty’s invitation. Derek answered “Sure, I have to change from my grubby work clothes, I’ll be right out.”

They sat on the lawn, the four of them in a circle facing each other, legs crossed at the ankles so their knees were touching the knee of someone on each side of them. Derek was sitting between Patty and Gwen, directly across from his sister. The small open spot of grass in the middle of the circle was littered with a baggie of weed, a brass pipe and three cans of Arizona Tea and a bottle of water. Gwen and Mandy were wearing skirts so as the girls talked and laughed Derek was getting some excellent up-skirt views, the two were either unaware they were flashing panties, or they didn’t care. Patty was wearing loose legged summer shorts, so she too was giving him an occasional glimpse of black lacy crotch cover. As the four got stoned his prick began the metamorphosis to an erection.

Derek knew for sure Patty was eyeballing the swelling in his pants. He would catch her checking him out, she would lock onto his eyes and the small smile on her lips would linger for him. Gwen didn’t seem to be interested but Mandy kept watching the unspoken attraction between Patty and her brother. She could tell they would be fucking their asses off if she and Gwen were somewhere else; it was kind of a turn on watching the non-verbals between the two. She thought briefly of getting Gwen to go somewhere with her so Derek and Patty could be alone, but it was a fleeting thought, it really wasn’t her problem, he could jack off later if the pressure got too much.

The two friends stayed about an hour then had to leave. Patty couldn’t resist, she gave Derek a soft lingering kiss on the lips and a whispered promise. After the goodbyes Derek and Mandy went their separate ways, Derek to watch TV, Mandy to her room. Derek was aroused and felt thwarted but didn’t want to take care of his problem alone. He laid on the floor in front of the TV and fantasized about Patty, his cock remained semi-hard.

He heard when Mandy took up her guitar and began to practice ‘Fight Song’ by Rachel Platten. She wasn’t too bad, a bit off tempo and she kept backing up to where she lost the rhythm. The bedroom door muted her voice and the music so he went back to watch and listen while she practiced. He opened her door and stuck his head in, Mandy looked up, smiled an invite, then went back to strumming. She was sitting near the end of her bed cross legged, wearing a loose light gray top, open across the neck, her left shoulder was bare, he could see no bra straps. The top covered her to her waist and she wasn’t wearing anything but a snug pair of blue and white striped Liz Claiborne briefs below that. He stepped to her bed then sat on it with his back against the headboard. Mandy glanced up at him unconcerned about her state of dress, “I can’t get the notes right.”

“Sounds good to me, you have a good voice.”

“Yeah? You’re stoned, what do you know, I can’t keep the beat.”

Derek laughed lightly, “Maybe if you weren’t stoned your fingers would work right” he teased.

His sister quipped, “Maybe I need more, go get your stash, we’ll blow the smoke out the window.” Five minutes later the siblings were sitting on the floor at Mandy’s window sash passing Derek’s mini bong back and forth. “I saw Patty ogling you in the yard, that girl could get instant hot for you.”

“Too bad I couldn’t have gotten her alone for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes? Are you one of those get on, get off, get out quick kind of assholes?”

“Shit! I can keep it up for hours, girls beg me to stop after I fuck them crazy with a dozen orgasms.”

His sister chuckled, “How typical. You’re the best lay a girl could ever get. You must have a great sex life when you’re bragging to your friends.”

He poked her in the ribs causing her to squeal and squirm, “I don’t have to brag to my friends, their sisters and mothers do it for me.”

“Ha Ha!” she laughed out loud. “Man, you got some fucking ego, what the hell are you hiding in your shorts? A magic fuck wand, a hot steel ninja sex sword or something?” She got up and returned to her bed, picked up her guitar and started strumming again. “My brother has a magic wand, he waves it ‘round for women. When they don’t fall over and scream ‘fuck me!’, to the drain his clones go aswimmin.” Mandy giggled at her own cleverness, “What do you think bro, a number one hit?”

He didn’t comment on her impromptu lyrics, but as he joined her on the bed he mentioned, “Your pubes are sticking out around your leg holes.”

She looked down at her crotch then with a finger pulled the panties over to cover the short dark hairs peeking out. When done she looked up, “Better now?” She didn’t seem embarrassed at all for the sparse curls or how she hid them again.

She was fingering the strings slowly causing random plunks and hums as they talked. The conversation got less personal but the cyclops eye at the end of Derek’s prick could see through cloth, so it was watching Mandy’s pussy. The longer Derek sat across from his sister, the firmer his prick got, then after a few minutes he was again sporting a solid erection. Mandy looked into his lap, “Jeeze, Derek, you got a boner?” He reached down and adjusted his erection so it wasn’t cramped sideways which caused a big tent in his pants. Mandy watched then offered, “That must hurt all bent up like that, take your pants off.”

Relieved that he had her permission to free the beast, he got to his knees, opened the button and fly then fell back to pull his Levi’s down his legs. Mandy grabbed the cuffs and helped him, then threw them to the floor. Derek sat back up dressed as she, shirt and briefs only, “God, that feels better” he sighed.

Mandy started to giggle, “What the hell would mom and dad say if they walked in right now? You and me in our underwear and you with a big damn hard-on. I bet their eyes would pop right out like a cartoon.”

Brother and sister bantered and laughed lightly about their state of dress and the condition of his prick, then Derek got bold enough to pull it through the pee hole of his shorts. He sat with his knees wide, his erection straining and bobbing in open air. Mandy didn’t seem overly concerned that her brother exposed himself, she watched with amusement while he adjusted his hard prick then appraised, “Not bad, I’ve seen smaller.” Since his balls were still covered, she asked “You have any nuts in there?”

Her brother grinned largely, reached under his hard prick then scooped his nads and pulled them through the hole too. His entire package was protruding from the opening of his shorts for his sister’s inspection. Once he was settled with his organs in full view, he told Mandy, “You too. Pull your crotch to the side so he can check you out.”

Unconcerned with kinship or modesty, Mandy did as he requested. She pulled the thin band of cloth away from her pussy so she sat facing him her with cunt winking at his cock. He noted out loud, “You need to shave again, last time you didn’t have stubble.”

That was the first time either had mentioned the episode on the sofa but she didn’t flinch, “Yeah I need to, I kind of itch.”

“Want me to do it for you?” The question was a jest but his cock didn’t think so, it swelled even further as the idea floated through his mind.

Mandy stared at her brother for a few long moments, “Are you serious?” She laid the guitar aside then went to her knees facing him, she put her hands on his thighs leaned forward until her face was mere inches from his then locked her eyes on his and challenged, “What if you cut me?”