Part 1: Anniversary

February 5, 2018

Bobby Fletcher fumbled with the lock on the apartment door. Damn thing was sticking again. He had to remember to talk to Mr. Gillian about that, but first he had to catch his absentee landlord. Still, all in all he couldn't complain too much. The rent was affordable and since the man was almost never there, he wasn't too nosy about his tenant's private lives. That had caused problems in the past.

Bobby got the door open and hung his courier bag on the coat hook by the door and walked into the living room.

He took a quick look at the mail he had picked up on his way into the building, mostly junk mail and a bill from the cable company, but he smiled when he saw a card from his Mom.

He dropped the junk on the coffee table and took the card to the bedroom.

"Hey, Mom Sent a card." he said as he entered the bedroom.

"Mm, MN, Hamby."

"Oh yeah, here let me get that for you" Bobby said as he undid the straps holding the ball gag in place. She had wanted to be tied up since she didn't have class. So Bobby had tied her up played with her for a while then pushed a vibrator in her little pussy and left for an hour or so to run a few errands.

"Thanks, we need new batteries these died about half an hour after you left. Let me see the card." Sandy said.

"Hold on and I'll let you open it." Bobby unlocked the cuffs that held his sister's hands behind her back and handed her the envelope as he started to untie her legs.

Sandy worked her wrists for a moment to restore circulation, pulled the now dead vibrator out, and then opened the envelope from their mother. The front of the card was a picture of a young couple kissing. The inside had a sentimental passage about togetherness. But Sandy was more interested in the handwritten pages folded inside.

"Aw, Mom always sends the sweetest cards. Oh My God. Bobby quit playing with my tits and listen to this."

Bobby let Sandy's nipple fall from his lips. "What?"

"Mom, is coming here for a few days on business and wants meet for dinner."

"When does she get here? "Bobby asked, moving in front of his sister while caressing her legs to help loosen them up.

"Uhm. Next Thursday around noon. United Flight 207!"

"Crap, I don't get out of class 'till one on Thursdays." Thursday was a math class he needed for his major and didn't dare miss, especially since he was already on the instructor's hit list.

"I just have art history on Thursday morning, I can blow that off and meet her at the airport. Then we can pick you up after you get out of class and have a late lunch. Hmm, maybe Tony's ... or The Greenleaf. What do you think?"

"I think you are going to change your mind about 6 dozen times anyway, so I'm not going to worry about it. Besides, right now the only thing I'm interested in eating is right here!" Bobby lowered he mouth to Sandy's crotch and began licking and nibbling all the places where he knew from experience, that she was most sensitive.

"Oh Bobby, You BASTARD, you know how sensitive that gets when I've been tied up all day." Sandy half yelled, half moaned as her orgasm approached at record speed. She grabbed her brother's head and held him against her as the crash came. Her vision blurred and hear heartbeat filled her head, sounding like explosions or thunder. Finally after the world had ended and come back unharmed (about 30 seconds), Sandy relaxed her death grip and looked down at Bobby as he began to climb up between her thighs, kissing his way up her body. He paused to nibble at her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing it lightly with his tongue. As he got to her lips, she kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his lips. She reached down between them and grasped her brother's cock and prevented him from entering her.

"No you don't. You got your snack, now I want mine!" she started gently pulling him further up her body.

Sandy gave a gentle push and Bobby rolled off her. She looked at her prize and licked her lips. She ran her tongue slowly up the underside of Bobby's shaft, starting at his scrotum and pausing just before reaching that most sensitive spot near the head of his cock. Then wrapping her hand firmly around the base, she began licking teasingly all around the mushroom shaped head. She looked up into Bobby's eyes, as she finally opened her lips and slid him into her mouth. After six years she knew every button to push, and in what order, to get the best reaction. It wasn't long before Bobby gave out a moaning cry of his own. Sandy tasted the slightly salty product of her efforts, flowing across her tongue and down her throat, as she swallowed every drop her brother had to offer.

Sandy moved back up to give Bobby another kiss, then snuggled into his arms and played with his chest hair.

"Bobby? Do you ever regret that day? The BET I mean."

"Not at all! These have been the best six years of my life. The only thing I regret is that we didn't get together sooner. Did you really have dreams about me?"

Sandy blushed and giggled. "Yeah, when I was 8, I used to dream that we were married and we would kiss all the time. Of course, then I got older and learned about sex!! After that Dream Bobby didn't always have pants!"

Bobby chuckled. "And now Real Bobby can't get you, to let him HAVE pants!"

Sandy looked at the clock. Damn!! No time for seconds.

"Well we better start getting ready. The reservation is for 6:30."

"Why are we doing this again? I mean, wouldn't it be more fun to just stay in and fuck ourselves silly! "Bobby asked.

"Because Jim and Terri are good friends and ever since they found out it was our anniversary they wanted to do something for us. Plus they are the only other married couple in our group."

"But we're NOT married."

"But THEY don't know that do they, Mr. Fletcher?"

"I guess your right Ms. Fletcher." Bobby hugged Sandy from behind and started planting light kisses along her jawline.

"Mmmmm. Please don't Bobby, I have to get ready."

"We could always call and tell them we were sick." Bobby said hopefully.

Sandy playfully slapped her brother's hand from her breast. "Don't worry when we get home, I promise, you won't have anything to complain about."

Bobby and Sandy arrived at the restaurant only five minutes late. Topics was one of those 'Trendy' places Bobby despised, all glass and shades of gray. The decor was supposed to be neutral, so as not to distract one from the 'Dinning Experience'. Bobby thought that was just code for lack of imagination, but despite the decorators' lack of taste the food was fantastic.

"Now remember, Bobby! We don't know about the party. We're just here to meet Jim and Terri for a nice couple's night. Barb will have a cow if she finds out Terri let it slip."

Terri Trent was the first friend Sandy had made when she and Bobby arrived at the university and Sandy was fiercely loyal. Terri's only flaw, if you could really call it that, was that she couldn't tell a lie to save her life. It just wasn't in her. Sometimes that made Sandy feel a little guilty about the lies she HAD to tell her friend. The half-truths that kept her and Bobby safe.

Jim Trent and his wife Terri were seated alone in a small cluster of tables that were conspicuously empty. As Bobby and Sandy made their way to the table and sat down, the waiter appeared and asked if they needed drinks while the made their selections. Jim and Bobby both ordered imported ales, Terri ordered a 'Yellow Bird', Sandy was about to order a 'Jelly Bean' when she happened to spot a young couple across from them getting up to leave. The woman looked to be about 5 months pregnant. That little bump of worry that had been nagging her for the last few days started tingling. She glanced at Bobby and instead ordered a 'Nojito' instead. Just in case. Sandy thought, as the waiter left to get their drinks.

Terri looked like she was about to ask a question, but p>February 5, 2018

Bobby Fletcher fumbled with the lock on the apartment door. Damn thing was sticking again. He had to remember to talk to Mr. Gillian about that, but first he had to catch his absentee landlord. Still, all in all he couldn't complain too much. The rent was affordable and since the man was almost never there, he wasn't too nosy about his tenant's private lives. That had caused problems in the past.

Bobby got the door open and hung his courier bag on the coat hook by the door and walked into the living room.

He took a quick look at the mail he had picked up on his way into the building, mostly junk mail and a bill from the cable company, but he smiled when he saw a card from his Mom.

He dropped the junk on the coffee table and took the card to the bedroom.

"Hey, Mom Sent a card." he said as he entered the bedroom.

"Mm, MN, Hamby."

"Oh yeah, here let me get that for you" Bobby said as he undid the straps holding the ball gag in place. She had wanted to be tied up since she didn't have class. So Bobby had tied her up played with her for a while then pushed a vibrator in her little pussy and left for an hour or so to run a few errands.

"Thanks, we need new batteries these died about half an hour after you left. Let me see the card." Sandy said.

"Hold on and I'll let you open it." Bobby unlocked the cuffs that held his sister's hands behind her back and handed her the envelope as he started to untie her legs.

Sandy worked her wrists for a moment to restore circulation, pulled the now dead vibrator out, and then opened the envelope from their mother. The front of the card was a picture of a young couple kissing. The inside had a sentimental passage about togetherness. But Sandy was more interested in the handwritten pages folded inside.

"Aw, Mom always sends the sweetest cards. Oh My God. Bobby quit playing with my tits and listen to this."

Bobby let Sandy's nipple fall from his lips. "What?"

"Mom, is coming here for a few days on business and wants meet for dinner."

"When does she get here? "Bobby asked, moving in front of his sister while caressing her legs to help loosen them up.

"Uhm. Next Thursday around noon. United Flight 207!"

"Crap, I don't get out of class 'till one on Thursdays." Thursday was a math class he needed for his major and didn't dare miss, especially since he was already on the instructor's hit list.

"I just have art history on Thursday morning, I can blow that off and meet her at the airport. Then we can pick you up after you get out of class and have a late lunch. Hmm, maybe Tony's ... or The Greenleaf. What do you think?"

"I think you are going to change your mind about 6 dozen times anyway, so I'm not going to worry about it. Besides, right now the only thing I'm interested in eating is right here!" Bobby lowered he mouth to Sandy's crotch and began licking and nibbling all the places where he knew from experience, that she was most sensitive.

"Oh Bobby, You BASTARD, you know how sensitive that gets when I've been tied up all day." Sandy half yelled, half moaned as her orgasm approached at record speed. She grabbed her brother's head and held him against her as the crash came. Her vision blurred and hear heartbeat filled her head, sounding like explosions or thunder. Finally after the world had ended and come back unharmed (about 30 seconds), Sandy relaxed her death grip and looked down at Bobby as he began to climb up between her thighs, kissing his way up her body. He paused to nibble at her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing it lightly with his tongue. As he got to her lips, she kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his lips. She reached down between them and grasped her brother's cock and prevented him from entering her.

"No you don't. You got your snack, now I want mine!" she started gently pulling him further up her body.

Sandy gave a gentle push and Bobby rolled off her. She looked at her prize and licked her lips. She ran her tongue slowly up the underside of Bobby's shaft, starting at his scrotum and pausing just before reaching that most sensitive spot near the head of his cock. Then wrapping her hand firmly around the base, she began licking teasingly all around the mushroom shaped head. She looked up into Bobby's eyes, as she finally opened her lips and slid him into her mouth. After six years she knew every button to push, and in what order, to get the best reaction. It wasn't long before Bobby gave out a moaning cry of his own. Sandy tasted the slightly salty product of her efforts, flowing across her tongue and down her throat, as she swallowed every drop her brother had to offer.

Sandy moved back up to give Bobby another kiss, then snuggled into his arms and played with his chest hair.

"Bobby? Do you ever regret that day? The BET I mean."

"Not at all! These have been the best six years of my life. The only thing I regret is that we didn't get together sooner. Did you really have dreams about me?"

Sandy blushed and giggled. "Yeah, when I was 8, I used to dream that we were married and we would kiss all the time. Of course, then I got older and learned about sex!! After that Dream Bobby didn't always have pants!"

Bobby chuckled. "And now Real Bobby can't get you, to let him HAVE pants!"

Sandy looked at the clock. Damn!! No time for seconds.

"Well we better start getting ready. The reservation is for 6:30."

"Why are we doing this again? I mean, wouldn't it be more fun to just stay in and fuck ourselves silly! "Bobby asked.

"Because Jim and Terri are good friends and ever since they found out it was our anniversary they wanted to do something for us. Plus they are the only other married couple in our group."

"But we're NOT married."

"But THEY don't know that do they, Mr. Fletcher?"

"I guess your right Ms. Fletcher." Bobby hugged Sandy from behind and started planting light kisses along her jawline.

"Mmmmm. Please don't Bobby, I have to get ready."

"We could always call and tell them we were sick." Bobby said hopefully.

Sandy playfully slapped her brother's hand from her breast. "Don't worry when we get home, I promise, you won't have anything to complain about."

Bobby and Sandy arrived at the restaurant only five minutes late. Topics was one of those 'Trendy' places Bobby despised, all glass and shades of gray. The decor was supposed to be neutral, so as not to distract one from the 'Dinning Experience'. Bobby thought that was just code for lack of imagination, but despite the decorators' lack of taste the food was fantastic.

"Now remember, Bobby! We don't know about the party. We're just here to meet Jim and Terri for a nice couple's night. Barb will have a cow if she finds out Terri let it slip."

Terri Trent was the first friend Sandy had made when she and Bobby arrived at the university and Sandy was fiercely loyal. Terri's only flaw, if you could really call it that, was that she couldn't tell a lie to save her life. It just wasn't in her. Sometimes that made Sandy feel a little guilty about the lies she HAD to tell her friend. The half-truths that kept her and Bobby safe.

Jim Trent and his wife Terri were seated alone in a small cluster of tables that were conspicuously empty. As Bobby and Sandy made their way to the table and sat down, the waiter appeared and asked if they needed drinks while the made their selections. Jim and Bobby both ordered imported ales, Terri ordered a 'Yellow Bird', Sandy was about to order a 'Jelly Bean' when she happened to spot a young couple across from them getting up to leave. The woman looked to be about 5 months pregnant. That little bump of worry that had been nagging her for the last few days started tingling. She glanced at Bobby and instead ordered a 'Nojito' instead. Just in case. Sandy thought, as the waiter left to get their drinks.

Terri looked like she was about to ask a question, but just then the rest of the party arrived.

"SURPIRSE!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!" Barb, John, Mary, Cindy, Candy, and Bill all slapped Bobby on the back and crowded around Sandy for hugs.

"Ooooh, you guys. You didn't have to do this for us." Sandy gushed.

Barb Trent just shrugged. "Eh? It's Monday. What else were we going to do? Besides, by Bobby's lack of spluttering, I'm guessing someone spilled the beans." She looked at Terri, who started to shrink into her seat. "Relax Ter-bear, why do you think we told you!" Barb said giving her sister-in- law a squeeze. "You can't lie for shit, that's why we love ya!"

The party lasted until about 10:30 and the drinks flowed. Sandy noticed Barb looking at her curiously when she ordered her 4th non-alcoholic drink. But then got distracted by the dirty joke Bill was telling.

By the time the party started to break up Mary and Bill looked like they were going to have another of their famous on-again-off-again 'One-night Stands', Sandy never understood why 2 people who were so OBVIOUSLY into each other, couldn't stand to be together for more than a few weeks at a time. But at least the inevitable break-ups were amicable and didn't disrupt the group too much.

Candy and Cindy were drunk and trying to 'Scare the Breeders' by making out on one of the tables, the girls just laughed as the guys cheered them on!

John, as usual, kept a pretty even keel. But as the night wore on he started hitting on the waiter more and more obviously.

Bobby and Sandy got back to the apartment around 11:00. Bobby had maintained his buzz, but not gotten really drunk, Sandy had driven on the way home anyway. As they entered the apartment Bobby grabbed Sandy and kissed her quite thoroughly. After a few moments they broke for air and Sandy gently pushed Booby toward the couch.

"You stay right there. I've got a present for you." She said.

"I've got one for you too!" Bobby said and tried to pull her down onto his lap. Sandy giggled, jumped up and started toward the bedroom.

"Be right back!" she teased as she closed the door.

When the bedroom door closed, Bobby quietly got up and reached onto the top of the entertainment center. At the back, out of Sandy's reach was a long nearly cylindrical box. Bobby opened it and looked at the contents. Sandy was going to love it. It was a gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant, there was a large aquamarine stone embedded in the center of the heart. The matching earrings were simple studs, again in aquamarine. The girl at the jewelry counter had helped enormously. He had known he wanted to get her something with her birthstone, but hadn't a clue what it was.

Bobby had just closed the box, and was rushing to the couch when he heard Sandy call out.

"Bobby! Come help me!"

Bobby rushed to the bedroom and opened the door. What he saw made his heart skip and his eyes tear up.

There was Sandy kneeling on a cushion. She was completely nude except for a brown leather collar. And behind her was a large padded dog bed with the name Sandy done in pink felt letters.

"How may I serve you Master?" Sandy said, in voice that made Bobby's heart skip and his cock hard enough to break stone.

"Oh, My, God. Is that ... it is. It's the cushion from home. And your old collar ... How?"

"I was feeling sentimental so I called Mom and had her send them to Barb's address. I picked them up from her this morning. She was dying to know what was in the box." Sandy giggled again. "I told her it was just something from your old room that Mom sent for a surprise."

"You know you still haven't answered the question. Master?"

Bobby started to reach for his zipper, and said "Open your mouth and close your eyes." Sandy did as her Master instructed with a smile. Then as she felt it enter her mouth, it felt too hard, cold and why was it fuzzy?

Sandy opened her eyes and removed the object from her mouth. It was a jewelry box, she opened it and saw the heart-shaped pendant inside. "Oh Bobby it's beautiful!" she said as she put it on. Then she looked at Bobby standing in front of her a mock scowl on his face.

"What did you call me? Did my slave just use My Name? Stand up!" As she quickly got to her feet, Bobby moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here and receive your punishment!" Sandy assumed the position, face down across her brother's lap, her ass as high in the air as she could get it. "Hmmm, let's see. Improper address, speaking without leave, and you opened your eyes without being told. Hmmm 15 ought to do it."

Bobby's hand came down on her ass with a sound like GOD Smashing stones. It really only stung a little, but to anyone who didn't know better it would have looked and sounded like he was really beating her hard, thanks to a trick he had learned from the internet, back in the early days of their intimate relationship. For Sandy this was almost a better present than the jewelry. While Bobby didn't mind the light bondage games Sandy liked to play, And actively enjoyed the control games, like his remote controlled vibrator he would sometimes make her wear in public. He didn't like to even pretend to hurt her, even though he knew that she had slightly masochistic tendencies. With each swat Sandy got more excited. Bobby had enough experience to vary the timing of the blows. The anticipation adding to her excitement. By the 7th blow she was leaking her natural lubricants down her thighs, adding even more authenticity to the sound of Bobby's hand striking her. She actually Came on the 12th blow, and again on each of the last three.

Bobby then lifted her to the bed, placed her on her knees, and finally freed his cock. He entered her from behind, and sank all the way in on his first thrust. He then set up a slow building rhythm. Reaching under her to get to her breasts he kneaded them and pinched her nipples. She felt her 5th orgasm in as many minutes rapidly approaching. She was almost there, she opened her mouth to scream out its arrival, when Bobby pulled out completely. Sandy moaned in frustration. Then, she felt him pushing back in, but this time into her tight anal passage. He had just barely gotten in her, when the orgasm she had felt coming hit her like a freight train.

"Oh God. Yes Master! Take my ass! Fuck your little slave whore in the ass. Fuck me Bobby. Fill my ass with your CUUMMMMmmmmmm!" And he did. Sandy felt his cock spamming in her rectum. Filling her with his brotherly love.

They collapsed on to the bed together, and spooned with his cock still wedged in her ass!

"That was so fantastic Bobby ... I mean Master!"

"I'll let it slide this time, I don't have enough energy left to beat you properly."

"You do know, slave or not. That's not going back into MY mouth until it has been cleaned."

"Yes, Dear!" Bobby said in a mock henpecked voice. "You want to shower now?"

She pressed her ass back at him, wedging his brotherly bone deeper into her ass. "Mmmmn, Let's just snuggle a bit first"

Ten minutes later they were both asleep.

Part 2 Dilemma

Sandy dropped her keys on the coffee table as she walked into the apartment, put the bag of groceries on the counter in the kitchen. She started to check the answering machine, when she heard the toilet flush. She spun around to see Barb Trent coming out of the bathroom.

"It's about time. I was beginning to think I would have to call in the marines and send out search parties."

"BARB! You scared the hell out me! What are you doing here? And how did you get in?"

"I used the spare key you gave me for emergencies. I wanted to talk to you and maybe take you to lunch. I was waiting across the street, but I had to pee. By the way, be sure to take good care of the plumbing in this place, you DO NOT want to have to use the one at that gas station. My God, I don't think it has ever been cleaned."

"No, it was cleaned last year, I saw the Haz-Mat truck." Sandy smirked. "What did you want to talk about?"

Barb looked Sandy up and down, as if looking for something out of place. "I think the question is, what do YOU want to talk about? Don't think I haven't noticed the jittery way you've been running around. Or that you only drank fruit juice and soda at your anniversary party last night. So spill it!"