Chapter 3

Josh tapped a pencil against his knee, staring at the almost incoherent contents of his notebook. He was sitting on his bed, studying for yet another grueling math test, and every second left him bored and confused. There was nothing that Therese or Becky could do for him this time.

Three days had passed since Josh's dream, and he had pushed what little he remembered of it out of his mind. Everything seemed back to normal between him and his sister, or at least as normal as could be expected. He saw no reason to dwell on it.

Becky knocked on the open door. "Can I please come in, Josh?" Asking permission for minor things was the latest change in his sister's personality. It made Josh nervous whenever their mother was around, but she did not seem to notice anything.

"Sure." His smile quickly faded as he examined her outfit. She was wearing a long crimson dress, not unlike the ones that Therese wore when she came to visit. He had never seen Becky dress like that.

"I'm babysitting again tonight. If you want to whack off while I'm gone, there's a magazine on my bed with that actress I know you like. She's not naked or anything, but she still looks pretty hot. Just don't do it in my room, okay?"

Josh stood up, looking her over. "What are you wearing under the dress?"

His sister smirked at him, her arms folded. "What, now you want to know about my underwear? Jeez, make up your mind..." She shrugged playfully. "Well, if you must know, I'm wearing a red satin demi bra and matching string bikini panties. Valentine's Day's coming up, so I figured I'd get in the spirit."

He took a deep breath. "I want you to take your dress off."

Becky rolled her eyes. "Josh, I'd love to help you get over your little phobia, but I have to get going soon." Then she giggled into her hand. "Maybe tomorrow, I'll put on a fashion show for you. I've got a whole bunch of lacy little things that'll make you blush. You're so adorable when your face is all red..."

Josh stared into her eyes. "Becky, I'm not kidding. I need you to take your dress off."

Her face grew serious, and it seemed that she was holding her breath. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay, Josh. Anything for you."

Becky slowly worked her way out of the dress, moving with a grace and seduction that could only be deliberate. When she was finished, she posed for him, putting her sexy body on display. Her garter belt and panties were revealing black lace, but the only thing now covering his sister's breasts were her hands. He had never seen her look so good, and his cock stood at attention.

That wasn't what left Josh breathless, though, or what made his heart begin to race. Becky's lingerie was identical to what that the actress had worn in his magazine. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Becky smoothed her stockings, her breasts completely exposed. "Because you like it. I remembered the picture from your Playboy, so I asked Gerald to find something just like it for me."

"But ... why?"

She stepped forward, lovingly stroking her body. "Master told me to seduce you, Josh. He told me how much I would enjoy it, and he was right. I want you, Josh. I want you to take advantage of me." Becky bit her lip, her eyes burning with lust. "And you want it, too."

As Josh backed away, he ran into his dresser. A framed photograph of his sister fell on its side. "No. Stop it."

Becky toyed with her garters, grinning at him. "Stop what? Turning you on? But I just can't seem to help myself ... maybe if you were my master, you could order me to stop. Would you like that, Josh? Would you like me to call you 'Master'?" She licked her lips. "I'd like that very much."

"Shut up, Becky. You're not even supposed to know all of this. Not while you're here."

She sighed and shook her head. "Please, Josh. You really believed that? Not a minute goes by where I don't know who my master is." Becky moaned, slipping her fingers into her panties. "Oh, you have no idea what it's like to obey him. I never knew it was possible to feel so good. It's what every girl wants and just doesn't know it."

"So what about the rest of it? You told me you love me. Is that a lie, too?" He looked away, hurt.

The lust faded from Becky's eyes, and she smiled gently at him. "Of course not, Josh. Master didn't have to make me love you. You're my brother, and I've always loved you, even when you were being a total jerk."

She took another step forward, almost close enough to touch him, and he could smell sweet perfume on her breasts. "But he made it so much more fun to love you. He made it sexy. Let me show you how much I love you."

"Becky, I..."

Her fingers rubbed against his, and her breath caressed his mouth. He could feel the heat rising from Becky's body as her bare flesh begged to be kissed and fondled. "Josh, aren't you going to kiss your sister? If you really loved me, you wouldn't push me away like this." She pressed her voluptuous lips against his ear. "We both want it, Josh. You know you'll enjoy it. So be a good brother and do this for me. Don't just say it this time. Show me you love me."

Josh opened his mouth to speak, struggling for the words that would somehow bring him back to reality, but all he could do was stare into his sister's beautiful green eyes. Then his mouth was on hers, and he was pulling her toward him. Tongues tangled sensuously as one thought took sole possession of Josh's mind. No matter his reasons for resisting, no matter the cost, he was going to make love to Becky tonight.

His sister's leg slid up his side, and he stroked her silky thigh through the thin fabric of her stocking. Wrapping her arms around Josh's neck, Becky licked his lips. They shared a feverish grin, and then she thrust her tongue back into his mouth.

Josh's boxers were at his ankles quickly enough, but unhooking Becky's garters took several minutes, because he kept stopping to fondle her breasts and ass. This only excited her more, and soon she was kissing him harder than ever. By the time Josh managed to get her panties off, she was rocking against him so vigorously that her picture rattled and fell from the dresser.

Becky turned around and grinded her butt against her brother's cock. "Fuck me, Josh..." she moaned almost desperately, sliding her hands between her legs. Within seconds, they were rolling around on the floor, locked in one passionate embrace after another. Josh began to suck on Becky's breasts, his hands pawing at her garter belt.

As their bodies intertwined in ever more forbidden ways, Josh knew that things would never be the same again. Under the circumstances, though, it did not seem to bother him very much.

For the next couple of hours, Josh was in heaven. Even with Therese, it had never been this good. Becky was wild and energetic, throwing herself upon him only to melt into his arms. For the first time, he could not tell whether he was the one in control, and he wanted her that much more for it.

Kneeling on her hands and knees, Becky moaned and clutched the bedspread as Josh fucked her from behind. "No, don't stop. Harder." Lust flared in her eyes, and she squirmed against him. "Uhh ... yes ... that's ... that's my big brother. So big ... and so hard..."

Josh rammed into her again, his hands firmly planted on her ass. He was tired and lightheaded, and all he could think about was having more fun with the tight body in front of him. He wanted those plush lips wrapped around his cock, no thoughts in Becky's pretty little head but how to best pleasure him. He wanted her on her knees before her new master, another slave in a growing harem.

His sister orgasmed a full minute before he did, but she continued to moan after every thrust. When Josh finally did come, he needed to stop and take a few breaths. Then he looked down and saw Becky smiling sweetly back at him. Josh sighed, ashamed of himself. "Come here."

She curled up in his arms, her face pressed against his chest. "I like it when you hold me."

They lay like that for a while, Josh stroking his sister's hair and occasionally kissing the top of her head. Finally, he slipped down and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Becky. I'm so sorry."

Kissing him affectionately, Becky stroked his cock. "Don't be sorry, Josh. Just love me." He nodded and climbed on top of her.

The next day at school, Josh resolved that he would not lay a hand on his sister again. His resolution lasted until shortly after midnight, when Becky crawled into his bed wearing nothing but a smile. By the time she finished sucking his cock, he had thought up plenty of ways to keep his hands busy. That their mother was home that night only made it more exciting, and whispers and giggles filled the room as they wrestled under the covers.

Josh made a similar resolution on Tuesday, but he snuck a glance inside Becky's bedroom before his dinner was even cold. The teddy she was wearing was all the temptation that he needed, and he was all over her before she had even begun to seduce him.

Becky had not lied about her assortment of lacy underthings, most of which had undoubtedly been bought by Gerald. As much as he disliked the guy, Josh had to admit that his neighbor had good taste in both lingerie and women. His kid sister looked incredible in everything, and neither of them got much sleep that night.

Before the week was out, it was clear that willpower was a thing of the past. Josh found his way into his sister's bed at every opportunity, and there were plenty of opportunities. He knew that it was wrong, but it felt so good, and it made her happy. Becky was a mindless slut now, trained to give him pleasure, and he was determined to let her do just that.

While Therese sucked Josh's cock with her usual dedication, he leaned back and leafed through the latest issue of Playboy. He was really more interested in what his neighbor was doing with her mouth, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful for the present. She had been so excited to spend his birthday with him, and he was not going to risk spoiling that for her.

They were in Gerald and Therese's bedroom, another gift he had received for turning eighteen. Josh had full access to Therese's wardrobe, which included everything from a studded leather teddy to a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform. He had grown hard at the thought of Becky dressed up like that.

At the moment, Therese was wearing a skirted corset, black silk panties trimmed in white lace, and fishnet stockings. His naughty French maid had done everything but clean, and now she was moaning against his cock while he snuck peeks at her scantily clad body. No real maid had ever worn so little, and he liked it that way.

Therese took Josh into her throat again, staring into his eyes as if mesmerized, and he came. After a few doting licks of her master's cock, she crawled forward and lay on top of him. Josh set the magazine aside and kissed her. "I love you, Therese."

Beaming, she pressed her face against his. "I know you do, Josh. You're so good to me."

He shook his head. "No, tell me you love me. I want you to say it."

"I love you, Josh. I love you so much it hurts." Therese sighed and hugged him. "I just worry sometimes. This can't go on forever..."

Josh had nothing to say to that, but the silence between them spoke volumes. After a moment, he glanced at his neighbors' alarm clock. "I should get back. Mom'll be home in an hour." The thought of Gerald and Becky alone in his house made him nervous.

Therese dropped her head on the pillow, her arms still wrapped around him. "Can't you stay a little longer? I'm sure Gerald can come up with an excuse why you're not there." She smiled mischievously, running her fingers over his chest. "And there's one more present for you ... Linda!"

An unfamiliar beauty marched into the room, modeling a more realistic but still very sexy French maid outfit. "Happy birthday, Master..." she purred in a convincing French accent, everything about her enticing him as she struck a seductive pose. Upon closer inspection, she looked somewhat like a younger version of Therese, with darker hair.

Therese stood up and gave the other woman a sensuous kiss. Still embracing each other, they turned to face the teenager on the bed. "Have you met Linda, Josh? My sister and I are very close." Therese lifted her sister's skirt for Josh's viewing pleasure, and he could see that they wearing matching panties. Linda's stockings were topped with bows set in frilly white lace.

Grinning, Linda placed her hand on the inside of Therese's thigh. "Very close, Master. And we share everything." She smiled knowingly at him. "Is there anything your servants can do for you?"

There were countless answers to that question, but Josh began with the simplest one. "Get over here."

The sisters nodded and crawled onto the bed, their eyes filled with naked lust, and Josh found himself sandwiched between the two. His mindless sluts doted on him, kissing their master and stroking him with gloved hands, while Therese's ruffled skirt rubbed pleasurably against his stiff cock. Linda slipped her dress down and offered her bare breasts to Josh, her voice drifting back into faux French. "Would you care to sample the hors d'oeuvres, Master? I believe you'll find them to your liking."