Chapter 3

They’d avoided each other since then. That was in the morning; now it was evening. Tony had let her words drive him crazy. He’d wanted to touch himself, thinking about what they’d done. He was at war with himself over the whole thing; in a way, he was disgusted with himself for wanting to hump his sister, but another part of him felt like it was the most natural thing in the world. Was he actually attracted to her? He pondered it until an experiment—to see if it were true—occurred to him, and he began to plan for that night.

Kayla started when there was a knock at her door. She’d been on that hazy edge between sleep and consciousness. No she was jerked back into one. ‘Come in,’ she called groggily, rubbing at her eyes and sitting up. She was wearing another old camp t-shirt and her modest green panties. Reaching for her glasses on the nightstand, she put them on.

When she saw it was her brother, she blinked in astonishment. ‘Tony—what are you doing here?’

‘May I come sit with you for a while?’ he asked, voice low. When she nodded, he closed the door behind them softly and then came to sit beside her on her bed. ‘Don’t turn on your light,’ he cautioned, when she reached for it. It was pretty dark in there, but she nodded.

He sat with his head down, silent for a moment.

‘Kayla, I’m not sure how I feel. Part of me thinks it’s wrong—to be attracted to you—but another part of me—’ he scrubbed a hand over his brown hair, mussing it. ‘Another part of me, god. It just wants you.’

She nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at her.

‘So I want to try something,’ he said. ‘And after that, I can decide what I feel and what to do. Will you help me?’

‘If I can,’ Kayla said. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to. ‘What can I do to help you?’

When Tony had explained what he wanted to do ... Kayla wanted to do it. It turned her on. The idea of it ... so she agreed.

At the beginning of the night she never imagined she’d be under her brother again, tangled up in her duvet. They were kissing, sensual French kisses which made Kayla get wet and Tony get hard, and both of them noticed the other’s reaction because he was grinding his crotch against her very wet panties. Kayla was trying desperately not to moan. They were both still wearing underwear, but oh, it felt good—was it crazy that it felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before? Tony had pulled her camp shirt up and was squeezing her breast as they kissed.

‘I think I should get off you now,’ Tony said, breathing hard, breaking away from her mouth. He stopped moving his hips. His cock throbbed against her now, through the material of their clothes.

‘Okay,’ Kayla agreed, because she knew the night had limits. Her brother scrambled off her and leaned against the footboard of her bed so he was sitting opposite her. Their legs were tangled up. He watched her with bated breath as she brought her knees to her chest and delicately pulled the bit of cotton cloth covering her up and off, over her knees and ankles, and then spread her legs slowly, watching her brother’s face for his reaction. It’s what he’d asked her to do, after all.

Tony had never seen a real pussy up close before—well, three feet close, but still—and he stared at his sister’s. She was so, so pink. Her mons was covered with curly hair. Her labia were fat and juicy, and were she split into lips, there was a little glistening bud above. Watching him, Kayla put a hand down and spread herself open to his gaze, splitting those lips, revealing more pink, juicy flesh and a tunnel ... oh, how he wanted to plunder that tunnel. As he lifted his hips to pull his shorts down, Kayla reached behind her for a little pot she had on the nightstand, next to her glasses. She opened it and scooped a little white goop out before plopping it down onto her clit, where it began to melt immediately. Kayla sighed before offering him the pot. ‘Coconut oil? It’s the best damn lube I’ve ever used.’

‘Uh—sure,’ Tony agreed, remembering he’d pulled his shorts down. He reached for his cock. Yep, hard as a rock. He accepted the pot from her and rubbed a glob of it around in his hands before stroking his cock with a firm hand, making a little noise as he stroked over the head of his cock with his foreskin. God, it felt good. He was so turned on. And the oil—the oil was perfect. He had another couple blissful strokes before he stopped, opened his eyes, and passed the pot back to his sister. ‘Thanks. I already love it.’