Chapter 1

"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put it away in the medicine chest.

"Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors. "Come on in."

Ken Sheridan stretched the muscles in his broad back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking how good it was to be home. He eyed the vague form behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with expectancy. It was going to be good. Sliding a panel back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.

The woman soaping herself down smiled at him, then glanced at the immense penis that was angling up from his groin. "Welcome, stranger."

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth. "Who are you greeting, Sis, me or my cock?"

"Both." There was an expression of longing on her face as she stared at the massive, hairy muscle with its huge, bluish- purple head, then handed him the soap and curled her hand around his tool. "It's so nice to hold it again. Honestly, Ken, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. Thank God you know how to use it."

The hot water raining on his back was already soothing his aching muscles as he gave her back the soap and cloth. "Why don't you wash me off, Lynn?"

"It'll be a pleasure."

While she washed his arm and torso, Ken's gaze roved over his sister's lush figure. Her face and body were those of a model's, and indeed she had been one until her breasts became excessively large. For a woman of thirty-seven, she in no way showed her age, and in fact looked ten years younger.

"You never seem to look any older, baby," he said, watching her firm, upthrust tits sway and slap together as she rubbed him, the pink nipples hard and protruding. Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips curving into exceptionally attractive legs, and at the apex of her thighs was the thickest bush of pubic hair he had ever seen.

"I manage to keep in shape," she murmured, crouching down to wash his legs and genitals.

He laughed while she lathered his cock and balls. "Yeah, I've heard that fucking is one of the best exercises."

Lynn rose and said with mock severity, "Oh, shut up and turn around, you big bastard. You get your share of ass, too."

"That's true," he said as she scrubbed his back and buttocks, "but I've never been able to find a piece quite as good as you are. You ought to set up a school on screwing."

Giggling, Lynn backed up to let him rinse off. "Maybe that's what we should both do, brother dear. I haven't found a prick yet that satisfied me like yours. Why don't we go into business?"

He stepped aside to let her under the shower, and when she had the soap off, took her in his arms and kissed her, pressing his stiff pole against her and crushing her huge tits against his chest. "Let's fuck in here, Lynn. We haven't done that for a long time."

She made sure her shower cap was on securely, then put a hand between them to bend his prick down and rub it against her pussy. "I'd like that. Which way?"

"Bend over, and I'll dick you from behind."

After giving him a quick kiss while she squeezed his hard rod, she spun quickly and bent over, resting her hands on the faucets. The water sprayed her back as she spread her feet wide. "I'm all set, honey. Give me a good one. I haven't had a really terrific orgasm since the last time you fucked me."

Ken moved up behind her, spread her firm ass cheeks with his thumbs, then rubbed his cockhead down the dark cleft until he found her gaping cunt hole. Planting his feet on the slippery tub, he pressed his hips forward slowly, feeling her cunt hole open and stretch around his dick. He could feel the pressure on his glans in his nuts.

"Ken, you're teasing!" Lynn whimpered. "Please, don't! You know I'm almost ready to cum right now!"

"Easy, babe!" he said hoarsely. "So am I! At least let me get the damn thing in!"

Sliding his hands up to her small waist, he peered down through the crack of her ass and watched his pecker disappear as he drove it into her slippery sheath. She had a twat like that of a young girl, and it gripped his penetrating piston like a fist. When he finally poked his cock knob against her womb, she grunted and sucked in her breath.

"Ooohhh, Ken! Hhhuuuhhh! Lord, what a prick! I haven't been this full since you left! Oh, Christ, I'm cuming now!"

He felt her shudder and heard her sob quietly as the spasms of climax flooded through her. It was always that way the first time after he had been away for a while. When her tremors had quieted, he began stroking his cock in and out of her juicy pussy, listening to the wet schlucking sounds his plunging piston was making in her sopping tunnel.

"Ooohhh, Lynn! Squeeze on it! Work your ass! That's it, baby."

The woman was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, bucking back against the long, fat joint that was impaled in her writhing twat. Each time the swollen tip slammed into her, she felt an electric charge surge through her and let out a grunt.

"Huh! Ooohhh, Ken! More! God, you don't know how I needed this."

The spraying torrent from the shower head was splattering them both as Ken increased the speed of his darting pole. He rammed it in to the hilt, withdrew nearly the entire length, then plowed it in again, his swinging scrotum slapping against the puffy lips of her snatch. Bubbling sperm was coursing through the tubes in his groin, and it wouldn't be long before he would have to release it.

"Baby, you're the best piece I've ever had! Tight as a virgin. Tell me when you're ready. I'm so close! Close!"

Lynn's flopping tits were throwing water like a shaking dog as she undulated and humped, tightening her vaginal walls even more on her brother's embedded cock. Her knuckles were white as she held the faucets and backed hard onto his thrilling member.

"Now, Kenny! Now! Oh, Jesus, fuck me!"

Ken gave her three final thrusts, then left his jerking cock stuck in to the root as seething cum spurted from the end of his rod and shot in jets against her womb. He left his joint soaking in her steamy vagina until they had both regained their senses, then he wormed it out, watching the thick glob of fuck juice follow the head of his dick and splat on the floor of the tub between her feet. As he washed their combined cream from his tool and balls, Lynn straightened up and turned around.

"Why does it always have to be so damn fast with us?" she complained. "Why can't we make it last and enjoy it for a while?"

"Maybe we could, if we were together more often, but it's so long between times."

"I know," she said sullenly, reaching around to turn off the water. "You and those damn mining jobs. Why in the hell couldn't you have been an accountant instead of a fucking engineer?"

He laughed as he slid the panel open and stepped out. "That's a good one. 'Fucking engineer.' Well, I guess I am at that."

"Oh, you know what I mean." She got out and they began drying each other off. "You can't go gallivanting around the world forever, you know. When are you going to settle down?"

"Soon, baby. Very soon."

Stepping through the door into the master bedroom, he put on an embroidered silk karate robe, brushed out his brown hair, then followed his sister down the hall to her bedroom, one of four in the vast, rambling ranch-style house. Taking a cigarette from her pack on the dresser, he lit it, then perched on the side of her bed while she sat down naked at the dressing table to fix her face and hair.

"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class tonight, Lynn? I've only been back a couple of hours, and already everybody's taking off on me. I'd like to get clued in on a few things, especially since you're leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I do, dear. After what happened to Dana, I should know what to do in an emergency. It scared the hell out of me."

"Okay, bring me up to date. I don't think I got the whole story in your letters, and Dana didn't say much before she left for her piano lessons."

"All right." She began applying mascara. "I was out late, shopping, and she thought she'd help out by fixing supper. She made a casserole and stuck it in the oven. A few minutes later she noticed the fire wasn't on, and tried to light the pilot. It blew up in her face."

"I know that much. Go on."

"Well, Toby heard her scream, and ran into the kitchen. Her dress was on fire and she was holding her face. He ripped her dress off, doused her with cold water, and called the fire department. Luckily, Dr. Larson was at the hospital. She wasn't hurt badly, but she was blinded temporarily. She was only in the hospital for one day, but she'll have to wear those patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."

"Christ!" Ken muttered. "Is this Larson taking good care of her?"

Lynn smiled into the mirror. "He'd better. I paid him off in female currency. In a motel room. For four solid hours!"

He flicked an ash off his cigarette. "I might have known. How is she otherwise?"

"She doesn't like her father being gone all the time. For a fifteen-year-old girl with no mother and an absent father, I'd say she's doing great."

"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the snide remark.

The woman's blue-black hair swished across her back as she swung around to face him. "Don't you mean our kids?"

He nodded mutely and sighed.

"Our kids are just fine. They're doing good in school, and they've been a lot of help with Dana. And before you ask, no, they don't know that they're sisters and brother and not cousins."

Ken put out his butt and leaned forward with elbows on knees, weariness showing in his eyes. "Hasn't Phil found out yet that Toby and Nancy aren't his kids?"

Lynn turned back to the mirror and resumed putting on her cosmetics. "Oh, didn't I tell you? You know he got married. Well, when he couldn't knock up his new wife, he went in for a check-up, and found out that he'd been sterile all his life. Right after that, about four months ago, he went to court and cut off child support for me. He doesn't know you're their father, but he does know it wasn't him."

"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know? I could have given you more money!"

She put down her lipstick and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Ken, I didn't need it. I've saved most of the money you've paid me for taking care of things for the last five years since poor Carol died. I live in a beautiful house, I have my family, and everything I want. What more could I ask for?"

"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I appreciate it more than I can say."

Lynn stood up and walked over to him with her hips swaying seductively. Pulling his face into her furry snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a moment, then knelt between his legs. She parted his robe and kissed the tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking up at him.