Chapter 1

Missy Somers lay back on her bed with a sigh. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Her brother Donnie was coming home after an entire year at military school — no breaks and no holidays. She'd been thinking about him a lot as the day for his homecoming neared. Donnie was a year older than her sixteen years, and he was as cute as any teen heartthrob you cared to name. And she wanted to fuck him.

Oh she knew that it was something wrong, taboo, disgusting and just plain yucky to contemplate, but he was all she could think of. She squirmed on her bed, loving the feel of her pink satin pajamas against her skin. She rubbed the slick material over her nipples and wondered if he ever thought of her that way.

"Mmmm ... Donnie," she whispered as she unbuttoned her top and gently massaged her B-cup sized breast. She'd caught him looking at her tits a time or two. And why not? She was cute with a nice figure — all her friends said so. She was a slender five foot six, with soft brown eyes and dark hair cut in a pixyish bob.

Missy kicked off the fuzzy pink bunny slippers that matched her pj's. Quickly, she stripped off her pants and her bikini panties. Both her parents were out of the house and she loved the rush of freedom that she felt as she spread her legs. She unbuttoned her top and exposed her pert tits. Her nipples were nice and pointed with her arousal. She tweaked them between forefinger and thumb, sending a shiver of desire through her frame.

She began to massage her clit with two fingers. She loved to masturbate to the fantasy of what Donnie could do to her body. She made lazy circles with her fingers above her clitoral hood. When the sexual warmth began to fade she whipped her fingers back and forth to renew the tension... "Mmmm ... that's so nice, Donnie," she said trying imagine his hands down there, arousing her, making her dizzy with lust.

She moved her fingers to her vaginal lips. They were already wet with her juices. Damn, she was a horny bitch today. She slipped a finger into her cunt, feeling the slick inner walls. She began to finger fuck herself, imaging that Donnie lay on top of her with his dick plunging in and out of her willing pussy. She worked a second finger into her pulsing cunt. After all, his cock was at least that big — hell, probably bigger. She'd never seen her brother naked since they'd been little. But a couple of years ago she had caught him coming out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. Her eyes had locked on the sideways bulge in those shorts. She had replayed that picture in her mind a thousand times. Was his cock that big when it was limp, or had he been playing with himself in the bathroom? She knew guys did that stuff a lot.

Probably no more than you do, she told herself as her fingers pounded in and out of her slick cunt. "Oh yeah ... fuck me, Donnie ... fuck me," she moaned as her head whipped back and forth, and her hips gyrated on the bed.

She bent her legs so that she could work her pussy and clit at the same time. The pleasure mounted until it sent her into a mindless orgasm. Her back arched and her hips humped up and down uncontrollably. "Oh shit, Donnie ... OH YES, she cried out. She stared sightlessly at the ceiling as the waves of sexual release rolled through her cunt.

Missy fell over on her side. As her breathing returned to normal her sexual frustration returned. One orgasm, no matter how good, was never enough when she felt like this. She grabbed one of her spare pillows and crammed it between her legs. She rolled over on top and began to hunch her hips and to rub her clit against the pillows softness. A few more orgasms would keep her libido down, at least until tomorrow when Donnie was due home.

Missy and her parents, Robert and Helen Somers, met Donnie at the airport the following day. She squealed out his name as he emerged from the flow of arriving passengers. He looked very handsome in his school uniform of light blue shirt and navy slacks. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Wow, he must have grown two inches in the last year, she thought as she gave him a solid kiss on the cheek.

Donnie repeated the hug and kiss routine with his mother and then he shared a hearty handshake with his dad. About eighteen months ago, Donnie had gone joyriding with some neighborhood boys. Their car had struck a SUV carrying a family of four. Two of the family members had sustained severe injuries. Donnie swore that he hadn't known that the car was stolen before he got in. Robert had huddled with Donnie's attorney and the district attorney, and they had hammered out a deal. Donnie would spend the balance of his high school years at a strict military school and, providing he did well, his juvenile record would be expunged. To everyone's mild surprise, Donnie had excelled at the school. He had even been named a squad leader over a dozen other first year cadets.

After a long lunch at a chain restaurant, the family made its way home. Missy went to her room and changed into a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tee shirt that was a size too small. She couldn't wait to talk to Donnie alone so she went to his room, tapped on the door and then entered.

Donnie had already stripped down to his underwear. His uniform as well as his duffle bag lay on his bed. He was pawing through a dresser drawer, apparently looking for something much more casual to wear. "Hey," he said when Missy entered and closed the door behind her.

"Hey," she said. Her eyes lingered on his lean, hard body. "Wow, you've been working out, haven't you?"

Donnie saw the appreciation in her eyes and blushed. "Yeah, calisthenics at dawn everyday plus sports will do that to you," he said. He liked that way she was looking at him. And he liked the way she looked to. Her shorts revealed practically every inch of her slim, tan legs, and the way her tee-shirt was stretched across her breasts didn't exactly leave him guessing about them either. "You're looking good too, Lil' Miss Sis," he said, using his pet name for her. Suddenly he felt an erection begin. Damn, this isn't supposed to be happening, he thought. She's my sister. But he had to admit that he had awakened many a morning with a raging hard-on and the memory of his sister in his dreams. And now she was here, looking like that — even hotter than he remembered.

Missy saw the way her brother was drinking in the sight of her body. She could even see the effect she was having on his cock. Was this her chance — so soon? Without giving herself an opportunity to consider her actions, she went his side. Her fingers slid across the warm, soft ridges of his pecs and abs.

"Thanks," she said barely above a whisper. "I can't tell you how much I missed having you around.

"Hey, I really missed you too," he said.

The stared into each other's eyes for a long moment and then suddenly they were kissing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their open mouths hotly twisted against one another, and Donnie kneaded the twin globes of Missy's ass as he pressed his growing cock against her.

Oh my god, he wants this as much as I do, she thought.

Missy became more daring and let her hands rove all over his back and his hard muscled ass. She stopped kissing and hooked her fingers in the waist band of his briefs and pulled them down. His fully erect cock sprang up between them.

"Oh my god, Donnie," your cock is beautiful and so big. She ran her hand ran the length of his hot meat and cupped his balls.

"Is ... is this alright?" Donnie asked. "I mean we're brother and sister ... and all."

Missy answered by stroking his dick faster. "You're all I can think about," she said. "Don't you want it too?"

He reached out and caressed her jutting breasts. He could feel her hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra and tee-shirt. "Oh shit yes, that feels so damn good," he said as a reply.

Moving as one they lay on Donnie's bed. They faced one another and Missy raised her leg. Donnie took that as an invitation and began to massage her pussy through her shorts.

"Down a bit," she said. He moved his hand an inch and was rewarded with a gasp from Missy.

"Oh that's it," she said and began to grind her hot cunt against his hand.

They worked at pleasuring each other, their breath coming faster each second. "I want to fuck," Missy said suddenly.

"Whaaa... ?" cried Donnie and his cock exploded. Ropes of thick boy cream erupted from his cock-slit. Two big streams landed on Missy's arm and then more of the stuff ran down his engorged cock and covered her hand. That seemed to trigger her own orgasm, as she trapped his fingers against her trembling pussy.

When they had regained their breath, Missy's hand was still firmly wrapped around his cock. Donnie looked at all the cum he'd produced and said, "Hang on a sec." He reached into his open duffle and pulled out a tee-shirt. He carefully wiped up the evidence.

"I guess you'll have to volunteer to do your own laundry," Missy said with a gleam in her eye and they both laughed. But then her face turned serious. "I mean it," she said.

"I know how to do laundry," Donnie said.

"I mean I'm serious about us having sex." She had never really stopped stroking his cock and it was already returning to life.

Donnie glanced at the door. "We can't," he said. "Mom or Dad could walk in here any second.

"Not now, silly," Missy said. "We'll wait until they've gone to bed. You know they won't hear anything."

Donnie knew that was true. They lived in an oversized ranch style house. The master bedroom was an old converted porch on one end of the house and the kid's rooms were completely on the other side.

Donnie bit at his lower lip. "This a lot to process you know. I'm home for less than an when my sister jacks me off and then declares that she wants to screw me."

Missy unzipped her shorts. She took Donnie's hand and put it between her legs. "See how wet I am for you," she said. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about you feeling my up just like this."

It was all he could do not to throw her on the bed and fuck her right that moment. "Alright, after Mom and Dad have gone to bed then." he said in a trembling voice.

"Cool," Missy said, and then she gave him another kiss - this one on the cheek. She actually skipped out the door. Donnie couldn't believe it. His own sister was coming on to him, and he liked it — a lot. He stroked his cock a couple of times. It was back to full hardness already. He was like that. He could cum and pretty much keep his hard-on. He'd spent many a night just after lights-out quietly beating his meat in his bed, thinking of some sexy TV star — or Missy, sometimes. He'd shoot his load into a wad of tissue, only to do it again the next morning before arising.

"Mmm ... Missy," he said softly as his hand flashed up and down his dick. He was already on the edge of an orgasm. He imagined what it would feel like with Missy and that put him over the top. He fumbled for his already cummy tee-shirt, and barely got it in place before he fired off another heavy load.

He felt as if he could stay hard even longer, but then he looked down at his throbbing member and told it, "Easy, boy, we wouldn't want to disappoint Missy tonight." With a grin he began to dress.

Donnie had grown accustomed to keeping a neat room, so he unpacked and got everything squared away. At that point, he realized that he really did need to do laundry. He was down to his last pair of clean underwear.

Helen heard movement in the family's laundry room. It was a small space next to the kitchen just big enough to hold a washer, dryer and a clothes rack. She saw Donnie sorting through a laundry bag, tossing his whites into the washer.

"Oh, honey, I can do that," she said.

"I got it, Mom," he said. "We have to take turns at laundry duty at school."

Helen watched as he bent over, going through the bag. He certainly has a great ass, she thought to herself. She winced at the thought of looking at her son that way, but it was true. He was quickly becoming a man — and a damned hunk too. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and she admired the play of muscles in his legs as he moved. He'd certainly grown since she'd seen him last, and if he'd gained any weight it was all muscle. He was going to be taller and better looking than his father.

Helen winced again. In just two more years, Donnie would be as old as his father when she'd married him. She had been seventeen and Robert had been nineteen when they'd married very much over the protests of both sets of parents.

Now a smile played at Helen's lips. Those had been the days. She and Robert had been hot to fuck — any place any time. She'd suck him off on the way to a restaurant and he'd finger to orgasm under the table when they got there. They'd done it once in the bathroom of her parent's house in the middle of a Thanksgiving meal.

They played hard but they'd worked hard to. Robert's first job had been pushing shopping carts for a major retailer and now he was a district manager of the same company. She had gone to work as a receptionist for a real estate firm. Realizing that the people there weren't exactly a bunch of Einsteins, she had gone to night school to obtain her real estate license. Now she was one of the firm's top salespeople.

Donnie had been born shortly after the marriage and that had put a damper on their sex life. They had wanted a sibling for Donnie and so Missy had come along two years later. After she was born, their sex life had surged but then declined again. Now, she and Robert fucked only two or three times a month. That wasn't nearly enough for Helen. She had a collection of dildos and vibrators that she kept in a locked drawer in her closet, and she used them on a regular basis.

She'd had affairs too — and so had Robert. She'd kept her figure and looks over the years so it hadn't been difficult to entice men, even much younger men, into bed.

There had been that one guy, Artie something or another. He had been young and full of cum. They had gone at it like bunnies for weeks before she found out that he had lied about his age. He had claimed to be twenty-two...

Helen stifled a gasp. It had just occurred to her that Artie had been only a few months older than Donnie was right now.