Chapter 1

Rose's husband simply refused to go with her to the birthday celebration her family was throwing for her grandmother. That's how it all happened, had he gone there would be no story to tell. But he had told her it was too far to go; he couldn't miss three days' work just to see an old lady who never seemed to remember who he was. So, Rose made arrangements to go with her brother John who was passing through town as he drove to the function. She thought it would be nice, while they had always been close as kids, they hadn't seen much of each other in the last four years. It would be a great way to catch up.

The day she left, her husband went to work in the morning as usual and left her to wait for John alone. She was slightly pissed as she thought about it; he really could have taken the time off and gone with her, he'd taken time off to go to ballgames with his friends but not for her. But then John arrived and she stopped thinking about it. He put her bags in the trunk and they were off. He had been driving for four hours before he'd gotten to her house, so they would have to stop for the night ¾ of the way there so he could rest and get some sleep.

The ride was enjoyable, they talked and joked with each other, reliving the old days as the miles rolled by. Finally, late in the afternoon, John got off the highway and pulled in to a motel parking lot. "Time to get out of the car and relax, Rosie, have to recharge my batteries."

She agreed and they checked in. It was enjoyable, kind of like a mini vacation. They went to the restaurant ate a good meal and had a couple of drinks. Then they went to the pool for a swim. Knowing they were going to lay over for the night she had packed a bathing suit. It was a black two piece, conservative but still showed off her figure, and Rose did have a good figure: nicely shaped and at 27, time hadn't begun to take its toll on it. She noticed several men, including her brother, pause to look her over.

When they got back to the room, John opened a bottle of wine and they each had a glass. Then she went into the bathroom to shower off the chlorine from the pool. When she came out, wearing only a bathrobe, more wine while blow drying her hair. When her hair was done Rose lay down on the bed on her stomach to watch the television while John showered. Eventually, she shifted her position, lying on her side, head propped up on one arm, and her legs curled up. She continued to watch the TV and sip her wine when John came out of the bathroom in his pajamas to hang his bathing suit up in the closet to dry. Then he went back in to brush his teeth. When he came out the second time he sat on his bed for a few moments, then clearing his throat spoke.

"Uh, hey sis, you might want to cover up a little over there." With that she raised her head up and looked over at him, transferring her glass from one hand to the other and reached behind her.

"Oh, Gawd!" she exclaimed when she felt her bare ass. The robe had bunched up when she had changed her position leaving her exposed. Embarrassed, she sat up and made sure she was covered, then got off the bed, went to her suitcase, and grabbed a pair of pajamas and a pair of panties. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. She came out and sat on the bed, safely clad in the night clothes.

"Now what I would like to know is, how long were you looking at me before you decided to say something?"

"Well, you know, when you see a big, beautiful full harvest moon, you have to stop and admire it."

She was sure there was a complement in that statement somewhere. But she remembered when they were teenagers; when she was first maturing into womanhood and he was growing curious about females. It was an awkward time, he was always trying to sneak a peek or cop a feel.

"Damn it, you haven't changed a bit." There was phony exasperation in her voice.

"Whatever do you mean?" he smiled.

"You were always trying to get a look at me or brush up against me and then running up to your room to jerk off." This time with exaggerated resignation.

"Yes," he said smiling again, "but at least it was me that I was jacking off." With that her eyebrows raised sharply. "I remember seeing you stroking Jeff Parker off one night at the movies."

She blushed slightly, then shrugged her shoulders. "That's all he ever got off me, a couple of crummy hand jobs."

"All I know is, at the time I thought about what a lucky son of a bitch Parker was."

"So you're saying you wanted a hand job from your sister?"

"Hey, I was fourteen, I wanted a hand job from anybody female. I'd of taken one from Mom if she offered."

"You are one sick bastard," she laughed, "get help."

"No, I'm not a desperate teenager any more. I've changed; I wouldn't take a hand job from Mom today."

"Oh, I'm impressed, I'm sure Mom will be relieved." She paused for a moment, then, "What? Wait, does that mean you still want one from me?" She made a face.

"Would not turn one down." Rose stuck her tongue out at him. "Whoa, that's a turn on. Does it taste as good as it looks?"

That's when Rose had the idea; if he was going to keep on like this she would call his bluff. He was an adult after all, and probably didn't really want any type of sexual contact with his older sister. Nobody said it was a good plan; it was one that was concocted under the influence of the wine she had been drinking. If she had been thinking straight, it all would have ended right then and there. But she wasn't.

"So, all these years you were jealous of Parker, huh?" She watched as he nodded his head, then she slapped the bed alongside her, "Well come on over and we'll take care of that."

With that, he got up and walked over and sat down. A game of sexual chicken had begun. Sure he would back down at some point, Rose was willing to take it as far as was necessary to get to that place. John was willing to go as far as he could until she stopped. It was a formula for disaster, each counting on the other to call a halt to things.

First was the kiss, she leaned forward as her lips found his, one hand stroking the inside of his thigh. She was sure that would be the end of it, but he responded by putting his arms around her, pulling her close. She realized the silly bastard wasn't backing down so quickly. Time to up the ante, Rose slid her tongue past his lips, he began caressing it with his own. Not only were things going farther than she'd expected, but she was beginning to enjoy it. She could feel her pussy moistening with desire.

Her hand moved from his thigh, and grasped his cock through the material of his pajamas and underwear. It was hard and fully erect, she started squeezing it rhythmically. Her brother responded by undoing a button on her pajama top and sliding his hand in where he began to massage her breasts. She was really becoming aroused now, as he tweaked her erect nipples.

John then brushed her hand away from his swollen dick and she thought for a moment she had won the game. But she was wrong; he eased her back down on the bed and undid the top of her PJs, exposing her firm tits. He then proceeded to kiss and lick them, sending sensual thrills through her. She was now too aroused to stop this from happening, it was going to go as far as John wanted it to go, and John wanted to go all the way. While his mouth attended to her boobs, his hand slid down across her stomach, reaching under her panties and began rubbing her wet cunt lips. As his finger slid between them, stroking her clitoris, Rose no long cared who he was, she just wanted a fuck. She wanted a hard stiff prick in her cunt, pounding away at her. John was more than willing to provide it.

"Gotta get comfortable," she moaned and sat up. Rising briefly, she pushed her pajama bottoms and panties down to her knees then sat back down to finish removing them. Then she turned as she lay back on the bed lengthwise.

John was quickly beside her, his hand again on her pussy. As he kissed her, his middle finger pushed into her cunt while his thumb pressed down on her clit. He then began trying to squeeze them together causing tremors of pleasure to radiate from her pussy. She felt her stomach begin to knot and a tingly feeling in her spine; she was going to come. His mouth abandoned her lips as he kissed his way down her neck and throat to her breasts. There he used his tongue to torture her hard nipples.

Rose was already moaning wildly, soft throaty moans, but when she began to orgasm they got louder and higher pitched. As her ass cheeks clenched involuntarily and her abdominal muscles tightened, one hand shot down grabbing the hand that was in her snatch and held it firmly in place. Her other arm was raised up, forearm covering her eyes, fist clinched.

Mouth open and gasping for breath, she blurted out, "Oh, damn, shit, fuck, uhh, Johnny, I'm coming!" Nobody needed to be told, it was obvious. As the orgasm subsided, her body relaxed, John's hand pulled out of her twat and ran through her pubic hair.

"I'm glad you don't shave, I love a hairy cunt." She ignored him. "Do you always come that easily?"

"Nope." She still had her arm over her eyes.

"Well, I guess I did something right."

"Yeah," she took a deep breath, "yeah, you did."

She felt the mattress move as John got off the bed. Rose moved her arm away from her eyes slowly and raised herself up slightly on her elbows to look at him as he quickly undressed. She focused on the hard-on that pointed up at her when he lay back down alongside her. He stroked her hair briefly, then leaned over and kissed her. She eased herself flat on the bed, slid one arm behind his neck, then reached down with the other and rubbed his balls.