Chapter 2

Several days went by and Bob heard nothing from Teri. He was a little surprised, but figured she'd had second thoughts and didn't want to be around him any more. Unsure of what to do, he waited until his sister's birthday and called her. "Happy birthday old woman" he said lightly.

"Don't be a prick, Bob" said his sister. "It's been an interesting birthday, that's for sure."

"Really?" he said, thinking about the only present he knew she received. "Why's that?"

"Long story. I'll tell it to you later. By the way, brother mine, I'm having a very small birthday party tomorrow night and you're invited," she said.

Now he was really in a mine field. Teri would be there, no doubt, and if she was pissed at him or something, it could get ugly. "Um, gee sis, that's pretty short notice. I don't know" he started out, unsure of what to do.

"Oh come on!" she said. "You can't be THAT busy with your new toy. Besides, Teri says she'll just be devastated if you don't come."

Bob felt a surge of hope. "She said that?" he asked.

"She was standing right there, wringing her hands and saying pleeeeeeeeease. Besides, you haven't given me a birthday present in five or six years, and it's high time you fixed that problem." Her voice sounded strained when she said that, but Bob didn't worry.

"OK, I'll be there."

It never occurred to him that he hadn't told his sister about his new camera.

The next night Bob showed up at Miranda's house. He had a gift for his sister, some body lotion he'd picked up on his lunch break.

She greeted him with a warm close hug. For days he'd been unable to get the vision of her wearing that body suit out of his imagination, and he'd beaten off to that vision repeatedly, when he wasn't beating off to the vision of Teri wearing it. As he felt her body against his he almost groaned as he felt his cock begin to swell. He broke the hug and held out his gift, almost like it might shield him from his own thoughts.

"Why thank you big brother!" she said as she took the bag. "I'll open it later, when the girls can see it. Assuming it's proper for them to see." She waited for his answer while he stuttered that it was perfectly OK for them to see it.

She pulled him into the house where he was attacked by Teri and Paulette. Having their athletic tender young bodies all over him didn't help and he was quite sure he felt a hand on his cock at one point, squeezing it. He couldn't tell whose hand it was, but it had to be Teri.

When the girls finally gave him a break his sister said "My my, aren't you popular. Have you been giving them presents behind my back?"

Bob felt an uneasy lurch in his conscience. He was thinking of confessing everything when Miranda said "Let's all have supper and then get on to the good part." Bob kept quiet, not wanting to ruin her birthday.

Dinner was a chaotic affair, with all the women trying to talk at the same time and Bob trying to participate in each of the conversations, even the ones between women. As he ate he stared at them all. Miranda had a quiet contentment about her that he'd admired for years. She was a truly beautiful woman, who wore her long light brown hair in a French braid most of the time. She had flawless skin and high cheekbones. Her long neck led to a body that Teri's was a carbon copy of. As he thought of that Bob felt his dick stiffen and sighed. Teri was the picture of happy healthy young woman, beaming and laughing. Obviously she wasn't pining away about what had happened. Paulette was the picture of active teenage girl. If she'd been alive during the great migration west in America she'd have been wearing a six shooter and herding cattle by day and warming the bed of some cowboy at night. Though young, her breasts had blossomed and her hips were no longer straight up and down. Her hair was the same color as Miranda's and she wore it in a pony tail almost all the time. Bob found himself wondering what she would look like naked. He was very frustrated. Sex seemed to be the only thing he could concentrate on. It was all Teri's fault. He'd been getting along fine until that happened.

After dinner Miranda brought out a pile of DVDs she had rented. The girls went through them with whoops, finding movies they liked, or had always wanted to see.

"We'll all watch some movies together, and drink some wine - Bob and I anyway - and pop some popcorn and stay up late. That will be the best birthday present for me," his sister announced. "Well, maybe not the BEST, but I just may get that too, who knows?"

Before the movie started Miranda said she wanted to open Bob's present. She mentioned casually that she'd already opened the girl's gifts. When she brought the body lotion out she said "Oooooooo, I REALLY need this. My skin's been getting so dry and cracked. I'm getting old woman skin Bob. Maybe this will help."

Bob said, "Old woman skin - Hah! You're more beautiful that you ever were." and she dimpled a big smile at him.

"I don't suppose you'd put some of this on me - give me a back rub? Do the back of my legs?"

Bob swallowed. He glanced at the girls but they weren't paying any attention at all. They were arguing over which movie to watch first. "Sure sis," he said shortly, nervous that he would embarrass himself.

"Good! You can do me while we watch the movie" she said. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse. Bob watched, his mouth open and he spluttered, "Sis!"

She paused at the last button and said "How else are you going to get to my skin silly? Besides, my bra covers more than a lot of swim suits I've seen."

She continued, dropping her blouse and uncovering a pretty, lacy bra that was peach colored. Then she took off her jeans, revealing matching bikini panties. When she saw the look on her brother's face she threw the jeans at his head. "Pervert" she barked, and then laughed.

Miranda left the room and came back with a foam camping mattress and a fluffy blanket. She put those on the floor and lay down on her stomach, facing the TV.

About then, Paulette saw how her mother was dressed and squealed. "Mommeee! You're almost NAKED in front of Uncle Bob!"

"He's going to give me a back rub honey," said her mother, like nothing was wrong at all. "And put some of the lotion on me that he gave me for my birthday. See?" She held out the bottle to her daughter who opened it and sniffed it.

"Ooooo ... smells good."

Then, since her mother didn't think there was anything wrong with being half naked in front of her brother, Paulette said, "Well, I'm going to change into my jammies then. They're lots more comfortable." Teri agreed and they ran off toward their bedroom together.

Miranda handed the bottle of body lotion up to Bob. "Get started big boy," she ordered.

Bob didn't know what to do. He knew that as soon as he touched her skin, his hardon would bloom. Then he thought that maybe he could make her so comfortable that he might be able to back off to the couch, where he could sit and let his boner fade away.

He started with her feet, massaging each toe and then all the other bones in the foot. Miranda buried her face in the blanket and groaned her approval. He worked his way up her ankles and calves, which were finely muscled. She ran regularly and took good care of herself. Then he reached her thighs and she spread her legs. Feeling his cock getting harder and harder he worked her thighs, digging his fingers in deep as she moaned with gratitude.

When he skipped over her ass and went to her waist, she raised her head and craned it around, trying to look at him. "What's the matter stud? Too shy to work my glutes?"

Not knowing what to say he didn't say anything, rubbing the lotion into her back and the sides of her ribs. As he approached her bra strap she suddenly reached one hand behind her and, like magic, her bra strap parted and fell to the floor beside her. Then she put that hand back under her face. Now he slid his hands over the smooth skin of her upper back, and across her scapula and shoulders. As he dragged his fingers back they slipped down her ribs, and onto the sides of her breasts. His fingers tingled when he touched them and he ran them on down to the waistband of her panties before realizing what he was doing. He brought them back up to her back. "Is that OK?" he asked.

Miranda rolled sideways, holding the bra to her left breast and looked at him. "For starters" she said. Then she rolled the rest of the way, landing on her back.

She left the bra lying loosely on top of her mounds. Bob saw, as his cock tightened even more, that those breasts didn't sag down her sides very much. They were still firm even though she was in her middle thirties. She put her hands under her head, settling her French braid into them and closed her eyes.

"Keep going. You're doing OK."

"Just OK?" he tried to joke, but it didn't feel right.

"I'll let you know when you start doing better," she said cryptically.

He went back to her feet and worked his way up again. Now, as he did her thighs, her bush was right there, separated from his eyes by only thin, peach colored rayon. He could smell her. His cock was at full erection now and he pulled one hand from her body to adjust it in his pants. She opened an eye, but his hand was already back on her stomach as he skipped over her panties again. Now he worked her ribs, where they slanted out from her breastbone. He ran his hands up until both hands touched the bottom of the lacy bra. This was driving him crazy. She trusted him and he was a pervert. He wanted more than anything to cup those beautiful mammaries and suck on them and ram his cock into his own sister. And she trusted him.

"Sis ... I..." he started to confess everything.

Miranda opened her eyes and saw the strain on his face.

"Shhhh," she said, holding one finger up and putting it against his lips. "I'm going to go put on my jammies now." She sat up, holding the bra across her breasts.

As she stood, Bob realized both girls were watching the adults, and may have been for some time. They looked interested, but not shocked at seeing their mother holding a loosened bra over her breasts as she left the room. The girls stared at him. He was sure that Teri was trying to look at his crotch.

"What are you looking at," he growled at them. They both giggled and turned around to watch the movie.

Bob sat on the couch and adjusted his cock so that it was up against his stomach in his pants. There was still a bulge in the front of his pants, but it was actually his balls. They were very full.

He was trying to watch the movie and get his cock to go down when Paulette raised her head and said excitedly "OH LOOK Teri!! Mommy's wearing your present!"

Bob heard the words, but they didn't register before he raised his eyes and looked at his baby sister. She was wearing the body suit ... and she was walking toward the couch. Her hips rose and fell alternately and he had in mind a stalking cat as she came toward him. Her nipples were dark through the heart shaped panels of the top. He couldn't stop his eyes from dropping to the heart that should have had dark pubic hair behind it. He saw only flesh, and two fat pussy lips pooching out.

"Mind if I sit there?" she pointed beside him. Then, as nonchalantly as if she were fully clothed, she said, "What are we watching again?" and sank down beside her petrified brother.

She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "See what Teri got me for my birthday? Isn't it cute?"

He nodded dumbly, staring straight ahead at the TV.

She sat there for a few minutes and said "Hey, Bob, what do you suppose this is?" He looked over and she was fingering the cloth over her abdomen. Between her fingers was an off-white, crusty stain.

Bob's heart started beating faster and faster. He felt sweat starting to break out on his forehead.

"You know, it almost looks like ... semen." she whispered at him. He looked at her face, now only two inches from his. He could smell her sweet breath. Leaving her eyes wide open his sister reached up and kissed his lips gently.