Chapter 4

Tony would admit that he was having second thoughts if someone had asked him on the drive out to the lake. It was on their family’s property where they lived out in the country. They had nearly a quarter section of land, which their parents farmed. No one ever went out to this little lake—more of a pond, really—since it was surrounded by trees. It had been a favourite secret haunt of both siblings since they’d been small.

Thankfully, on the ride over, no one asked him. Kayla was wedged behind him on the quad, and even during the quieter times when they went more slowly over mud, it was still too loud with the sound of the vehicles and the helmets they were wearing to really talk. Her body was more luscious than he remembered from even the day before, her breasts pressed into his back until they were nearly flattened. She had her arms tightly wrapped around her brother’s waist. He was in his head too much for the first three-quarters of the twenty-minute ride, overthinking, rethinking—she was his sister. Oh, god, it shouldn’t matter how much he wanted her. They shouldn’t do this...

Even with her body against him, he couldn’t quite forget. With the trees in sight, Kayla’s hand crept to his crotch, cupping him. She was clearly waiting for his reaction—would he not want her to touch him, because he was driving, and it was too distracting? But he let her hand rest there, and she began to rub at him through the material after a moment. When they arrived, Tony was more than ready to go. He’d forgotten all his arguments against doing it, the ones he’d carefully constructed in his head.

He got off the quad and pulled his helmet over his head, not caring that his hair was a mess, and dropped it to the ground, turning to take his startled sister’s face in his hands and kiss her. Kayla dropped her helmet—she’d only just gotten it off—in favour of wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly, tongue slipping into his mouth.

‘You can have me, right now,’ she said between kisses, ‘if you want. You’re the virgin. I’ll let you do what you want.’ She slipped a hand between them, cupping his erection, teasing him.

It was a strong temptation, but he gave her one last, long kiss and stepped away.

‘No, let’s spread the blankets out. I want you like a feast.’ Tony grinned and tossed her one of the blankets from the back of the quad. She smiled back slyly and spread it out. Then she took her glasses off and frowned at them.

‘Crap, you smudged me with your beastly kisses,’ she said, and stuck her tongue out at her brother playfully. ‘Not that I’ll need them, for what we’re going to do. The joys of being near-sighted!’ Kayla put them down carefully on the seat of the quad and went to Tony. He was spreading the other blanket on top of the first. When he stood, she kissed him.

‘I like your glasses.’ He smiled wickedly. ‘You look so proper with them on ... like the lady who plays piano at church. Or a librarian. A teacher.’

‘Ahhhh ... I see. So you want to corrupt me, then, do you?’ Kayla said, smirking. She sank to her knees in the grass near the pond and began to work at his belt. She rubbed her face against his stomach, purring, ‘Don’t you ... brother?’

‘Y-yes,’ Tony stammered, as she pulled his pants down. His underwear came with them, and now his cock was on display, straining towards his stomach. Kayla kissed the head gently, looking up at him. When she rose, he groaned. ‘I thought you were gonna—’

‘I need a better look,’ Kayla interrupted, with a little secret smile. She retrieved her glasses and cleaned them quickly on her t-shirt, which said, ‘Got Milk?’ which made Tony think of last night, and his own ‘milk’ which she had rubbed into her own, delicious, milk-makers. Then she was on her knees again in front of him. Her hair was in a bun secured by one large, metal pin, and now with her glasses on ... with the round frames, she looked the part of any innocent young secretary, church lady, teacher...

Kayla cocked her head and smiled brightly. ‘Is there anything I can help you with?’ she chirped, apparently able to read his mind. Her fist was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. When she put her mouth over it, slowly, he almost came right then. Tony’s hands balled up tightly, trying not to cum, and he told her as much. ‘If you don’t stop, I’ll cum.’

‘It’s okay,’ Kayla soothed, taking her mouth off him for a moment, but continuing to pleasure his cock, which was shiny with her spit. ‘You’ll get hard again.’ She had pulled back his foreskin, and put her mouth around him again, fluttering her tongue over the underside of his penis. Tony groaned. ‘You can cum in my mouth, if you want to.’

Then she didn’t speak at all, but went full ham on him: one hand tightly wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking; she was sucking and moving her tongue and bobbing up and down...

He moaned, putting his hands to her head. Kayla seemed to anticipate his desire to shove, for she kept her hand at the base of his cock but still let him thrust into her mouth as he came. She was noisy, slurping, and—to his surprise, as she continued to suck on him gently, he felt the muscles at the back of her throat contract as she swallowed.

Kayla pulled her mouth off him, wiping the spit off her chin with the back of one hand, and smiled. ‘There. How was that?’

Tony was weak-kneed; he sank to their nest of blankets and lay down. ‘It was amazing,’ he said weakly. His sister only laughed as she kicked off her shoes and lay beside him.

‘Good,’ she said.

After a moment, Tony had kicked off his own shoes and the jeans balled up around his ankles and settled under the top blanket with his sister. She began to kiss him, still fully-clothed, closing her eyes and throwing her glasses on top of her shoes. When they began to get more heated, she rolled on top of him. He’d never felt her there before. She was pretty light, really—and he loved how her curves pressed into him. All he had to do was slide his hands down, from where they were wrapped around Kayla’s waist, and then he was cupping her ass. He squeezed it with a sigh. ‘Can you take these off?’

‘Sure.’ She shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them on top of her clothes before sliding back on top of him. Her skin was so soft against his—it was much better without pants. And she smelt good, too, like wind and soil and something from their mother’s garden.

‘Take your shirt off too,’ he said. Kayla giggled. He must have puppy dog eyes. Yet she sat up, straddling him so he could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, and rocked a little as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. Beneath it, her breasts were free. He grumbled happily and sat up enough to put on in his mouth. Today, he’d let himself do that.