Chapter 1: How It All Began

"You in?" I asked my eighteen-year old sister Tandra.

"Yeah, let's hit the road," she answered, double checking that her seat belt was properly latched.

I slipped my van into reverse and started to back out of the driveway of our parents house, experiencing a shot of deja vu from this same scene last year. Back then, my little sister had stood in the driveway looking like she'd lost her best friend. I could still see the tears in her eyes as I pulled away and started my trip to my first year of university. That memory was burned into my brain, along with the pain I'd felt at leaving home, our parents, and especially my bratty twerp of a sister.

Tandra and I had been close all our lives, and had shared a lot of intimate information during high school. When she'd come home looking like she was on cloud number nine, I knew she'd had her first sexual experience and lost her virginity. She told me all about it, right down to the smallest detail. I'd had an erection for most of her tale. Just seeing me aroused and squirming had brought a giggle to her pouty lips.

I'd had a girlfriend for most of my time in high school, Cassie Mansden, and my sister had pried all the details of our first time making love out of me. Afterwards, I was kind of worried that Tandra would blab her little head off, and promised myself that I'd keep my big mouth shut after that. But my sister never said a word to anyone, raising my appreciation of her discretion several notches in the process. In fact, she and Cassie had become close friends. How much information about me they shared, I had no idea.

This year would be Tandra's first time living away from home. She'd be starting at the same university that I attended, and Mom and Dad had suggested that we split the cost of a two-bedroom apartment just off campus. I'm not sure if their reasoning was economic or if they hoped that we'd keep an eye on each other. All I knew was that the two of us had struck a mutual agreement that neither would pass judgement on the other when it came to dating or sex. All the evidence from our years of growing up suggested that if one of us had someone over, it would be no problem. In fact, I didn't see too many problems on any front.

Actually, I was looking forward to having my sister for a roommate, mostly because Tandra was a much better housekeeper than I'd ever been. Don't get me wrong. I've never been too keen on living in a pig stye, but I'm nowhere near being a "neat freak" either. My roommate last year, Dave Preston, had never seemed to care just how many dirty dishes were piled in the sink, nor how high that pile got. I think he must have been breeding dust-bunnies as a biology project, because he seemed to be allergic to vacuum cleaners. I needed the financial assistance he represented, though, so I just kept my mouth shut and did what was necessary to keep the health board from having the place condemned.

"Looking forward to this?" I broke into Tandra's silence. "You figure you can put up with your big brother? I'll warn you, it could get rough, especially when it's exam time. I can get pretty intense studying, so plan on becoming celibate for the two weeks before we write finals."

"I know what you're like, Keith. I've been around you my whole life. Remember? Just don't make me come home to a garbage dump and naked bodies all over the place. One or the other might be okay, but both at the same time? No way. Try it once and I'll never have to worry about nieces or nephews, guaranteed."

If it had been anyone besides Tandra, I might have been worried. But this was my little sister, complete with her warmth, caring, and more consideration than a guy like me has any right to expect. I reached across the seat to give her hand a squeeze as a sign that I really did appreciate how easy-going she was. She acknowledged my gesture with a quick peck on the cheek, something that had started between us mysteriously when I was in grade ten and had been dating Cassie for about a year. I have no idea what happened to persuade her to kiss me that first time, but I still enjoyed the closeness between us and those kisses were a part of it.

"When did you stop being such a bratty little twerp?" I quizzed her teasingly.

"Me? A bratty little twerp? Never!" she snapped back in a mockingly hurt tone. "I never had time to be a brat while you were being a complete asshole, especially when you started high school. And while we're on that subject, when did you stop? Being an asshole, I mean."

"Who? Me? When was I being an asshole?" I used my best wounded pride imitation.

"Umm, let's see. I'd say it started when I was about two or three, and lasted until ... until you got laid the second time. I don't know how Cassie managed it, but she did turn you into something approximating a human being. I mean, I've never been particularly religious, but that was as close to a divine miracle as I'll ever see!"

She was right, in more ways than one. Cassie had been pretty special, and still was, to a certain extent. She was studying at a Fine Arts school not far from the university, and we still got together whenever our busy schedules allowed. On more than one occasion, we'd even had some mind-blowing sex. She could think of positions and fantasies that would have embarrassed the Happy Hooker, I swear.

"You ever see her any more?" Tandra broke into my reverie. I glanced sideways and was presented with my sister's look of concern.

"Yeah, we still go out once in a while, but it's not the same," I confessed. "Shit, I miss her, Sis."

Despite us being in the same city, Cassie's life was starting to head in a different direction, one that diverged from my own. Sure, we talked to each other a lot, and even went out on the occasional date. But we were drifting apart in spite of all our efforts not to. I'd realized that if my dreams were to come true, losing Cassie would be a part of the cost. It'd hurt like hell inside, and I'd even gone so far as to call Tandra on the phone when I just had to get it out of my system. She'd listened to me rant and rave over my frustrations for a good two hours, never saying anything, yet offering her heart-felt support to her big brother. I loved her for that.

The rest of the trip went by quickly, with any boredom relieved by our incessant bantering. Tandra really was a good travelling companion, even spelling me behind the wheel for an hour or two when my eyeballs threatened to slam shut about halfway to Hendrickson. I'd bought my old van to do local deliveries for a courier company, and should have been used to several hours behind the wheel. Our Dad had co-signed the loan for me, knowing that I needed the income to pay for my schooling. That was an independent streak that he'd instilled over the years. I wondered if my sister had inherited the same trait. Time would tell.

It was twilight when we finished off the three hundred mile journey, not including the time it took to find the apartment building. In spite of my sister's cajoling that I ask someone for directions, we drove around and around until I found the place. There was no way I was going to admit being lost. It's a guy thing.

We talked to the building's manager for a few minutes, then rode the elevator to the second floor apartment that would be our home for the next ten months. Actually, it was a nice place, although a little barren with no furniture in it yet. From the front door, there was a small but adequate galley kitchen to the left that opened to a combination dining area and living room. To the right and down a short hallway was the main bathroom on the right, a decent-sized bedroom on the left, and a huge bedroom straight ahead, which was complete with an ensuite that held a gorgeous tiled shower in an all-glass enclosure. Tandra claimed the smaller of the two rooms, citing the fact that the main bathroom was just across the hall from her. I suggested she take the larger room, which would allow her the privacy I thought she deserved, but she was adamant that her idea made more sense. I'd learned a long time ago that arguing with my sister was an exercise in futility, and our rooming set-up was now cast in stone.

"Damn!" I cursed quietly. "We need furniture, and it's a little late to be shopping tonight. Would you mind if we just hauled up what we'll need for the morning, and crashed on the floor tonight, Sis?"

"Keith, if it was anybody but you, I'd tell you to get stuffed. But for one night, I think I can live with the inconvenience. There's a couple of boxes of blankets in the back of the van that need to come up, though. Thank God this place has carpet on the livingroom floor. It'll be a bitch to keep clean, but it's soft enough to sleep on for one night. First thing tomorrow, we unload, then go furniture shopping. That's the deal here, okay?"

"I've got a better idea," I countered. "Let's just unload everything and get it over with. We can put it in the big bedroom for now, then unpack once we get some furniture. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah, okay, but I'm not looking forward to lugging all that stuff around tonight," Tandra told me in no uncertain terms, "and you're buying supper afterwards. You got anything in mind that you're going to feed me?"

"Umm, let's see" I started to tease her. "If I hang you by your heels from the ceiling and feed you nothing but milk for a year..."

"That's veal, you asshole! And if you're trying to imply that your sister's a cow, you'll be singing really high notes when I'm finished with you!"

Damn, but the girl could give as good as she got. I kissed her forehead as a peace offering, and I could swear she leaned into me when I did. I knew in that moment that we'd get along just fine.

"Let's go, Kiddo," I murmured, then spun her towards the door and gave her ass a light smack. I'd never done that to her before, and wondered if I'd live long enough to see another sunrise once I had. Tandra rubbed her butt mockingly as she gave me a saucy grin. No words were exchanged between us, yet that connection between brother and sister seemed to instantly strengthen. It felt good to be able to joke with one of the most important women in my young life.

My sister isn't the most substantial female I've ever known. At five-foot six, she'd have to wear her entire wardrobe to tip the scales over the one-fifteen mark. But she packed as much stuff up to that apartment as I did and never complained once. It took us over an hour to get everything upstairs, and when we were finished, we were both in desperate need of a shower. Tandra rummaged around until she found the box of towels that our mother had sent with us, then located the soap and shampoo. She headed for the main bathroom, but returned within seconds.

"That tub's going to need one hell of a good scrubbing before I'll use it," she declared, her first complaint of the day. I glanced inside the doorway, and had to agree with her.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. Bathtubs aren't supposed to have black things growing on them like that, are they?" I agreed as my nose involuntarily wrinkled. "Go use mine, and I'll wait out here for you. Where's your suitcase so I can find you something clean to wear?"

There was a mysterious gleam in her pretty blue eyes as she headed for my bedroom and the waiting shower. Just before she opened the door, she turned to me and made a suggestion that almost stopped my heartbeat.

"Get your stinky ass in here, Keith. You need a shower worse than I do. I wonder how much hot water we can get out of this place?"

"Umm, Tandra? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I squeaked out, my failing voice betraying the hope that she was suggesting we share the shower. "That stall might be big enough for two, but you're my sister, for god's sake!"

"Look, asshole," she almost commanded, "I have to live with you for the next year. If you think I'm going to worry about you seeing my naked body or me seeing yours, you'd better get your head re-examined. You've seen me in my bra and panties before, and it's not like you weren't running around in just your shorts when we were growing up. That adds up to three pieces of clothing between the two of us. Doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it? We're bound to see each other nude around here at least once. Any good reason to delay the inevitable?"

In a way, I was floored, but the idea of seeing my sister in her birthday suit had a definite appeal to it. The fact that she'd see me naked was almost irrelevant to me. I'll admit that being offered a chance to gaze at her young body was doing things to my cock that could prove embarrassing. Whether it was Tandra or me that would suffer from the sight was still unclear.

My sister picked up the towels and facecloths we'd need along with the soap and shampoo, then disappeared into the ensuite. I heard water begin to splash, swallowed hard, then peeled off my sweat-soaked T-shirt. With more than just a little trepidation, I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor, which left me wearing nothing more than my shorts. That, and the beginnings of a raging hard-on at the thought of Tandra's naked body about to be displayed for my pleasure.

She came back out and whipped off her shirt, revealing her firm and perky breasts still encased in a bra. Sure, I'd seen her running around in a bra before, but never this well displayed. My over-active imagination paled in comparison to the reality of actually being able to study her breasts. Without any hesitation or apparent modesty, she started to undo her pants, and I felt her eyes rivet themselves on my semi-erect manhood.

"You planning on doing laundry in there, or are you going to take those off?" she inquired. I swear the gleam in her eye became bright enough to illuminate the entire room without the use of light bulbs. She was standing in front of me in just her underwear, and I couldn't help but have that image of her pussy indelibly engraved into my brain as it strained against the fabric of her bikini panties. As if on cue, my cock rose to full erection, with the tenting of shorts that goes with it.

"Oh wow!" Tandra exclaimed as she stared at the bulge. "Is that because of me?"

There was a teasing quality to her tone, and something more. It was almost as if she was looking forward to ogling my naked form. I swallowed hard again, then bit the bullet and let my shorts slip over my hips on their way to joining the rest of my clothing.

By now Tandra had unfastened her bra, revealing every sensual detail of her upper body. It was impossible to miss the fact that her nipples were hard as diamonds, projecting a good quarter inch from her areolas. She was as turned on and horny as I was! God, I wanted to feel those magnificent orbs in my hands, to twist and tease her nipples in an effort to give her some pleasure, to suckle on her until she came for me. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and let them drop. My little sister had one of the most gorgeous pussies I'd ever seen; high, proud, and completely hairless. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of me, leaving a smear of liquid at the tip of my cock.

Tandra moaned softly as she took in the sight of her naked brother, and I saw the tip of her tongue mindlessly sweep across her lips when her eyes locked onto the sight of me. I'd never considered my body to be anything special before and wasn't going to think about it now. But hers was something that most men can only dream. Now I was being treated to the real thing in all three dimensions instead of fantasies fuelled by my imagination. Even Cassie hadn't made me as horny as my little sister had gotten me right now.

"Your bigger than I thought," she murmured, "and if you keep that up, I'll be dripping wet for the whole year."

Her voice brought me out of my fantasy world and back to reality. I was a little shocked, although pleasantly surprised that the sight of my naked body appealed to my little sister. I was torn between molesting her until we both climaxed, or hitting the shower in the hopes that neither one of us would have to suffer through our potential embarrassment any longer than necessary. I finally managed to get my legs to work again and headed for the bathroom, inviting Tandra to precede me. The sight of her firm little butt wiggling in front of me as we went through the doorway did absolutely nothing to relieve my straining erection.

Tandra entered the shower stall first, and a strained air of unfamiliarity permeated our little world. Just as soon as I closed the door and turned to face her, I felt two arms snaking around my neck and the soft smoothness of feminine skin pressing against me.

"You like the look of my tits, don't you Keith?" my sister growled at me in a sexy voice that I'd never heard from her before.

"Tandra, if I was allowed to design the perfect woman's breasts, yours would be the prototype model I'd want to start from," I told her, our heads now pressed together at the forehead. "In fact, I think yours would be the production model. There's nothing about them I'd ever change."

She rolled her head up so that we were nose to nose, literally. She was too close for me to focus on, although I couldn't help but see that lustful glint of arousal. I was hoping that she'd keep going until our lips found each other. I also knew that if she didn't, I would.

"You can touch them if you want," she invited.

My hands developed a mind of their own, sliding up her ribs until she was cupped in my palms. I couldn't help but grasp her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tentatively tickling and teasing them until I heard her moan in delight as I became more aggressive while trying to give her even more pleasure.

"Can I?" was all she said as she pushed her chest tighter to my palms. I had a good idea of what she was referring to, but wasn't a hundred percent sure. It didn't matter at that point, because whatever she wanted, I knew I'd give with no hesitation. I muttered in the affirmative.

The result was Tandra's hand wrapping itself around my straining shaft, the feel of her soft, silky fingers on my skin like a massive electric shock. I felt an involuntary groan bubble up inside me before insistently escaping from my throat.

"Good God, Tandra," I heard myself groan, "that feels so damned good! I've never thought about you and me like this before, but now that we're here, I can't figure out why. Damn, but you feel so good!"

"Do you have any idea of how long I've wanted to do this with you?" she murmured over the sounds of cascading water. "When you told me about you and Cassie having sex together, I was so damned jealous that I could have scratched her eyes out. But the reality tonight is a lot better than my imagination ever was. Keith, I really want to feel you cum for me. Please?"

"Only if I can make you cum too, Sis. You have no idea of how bad I want to feel you go off. But I doubt I'll ever get enough of these gorgeous tits of yours. Can I cut my hands off and stick them inside your bra for the whole year?"

"Mmm, what a horribly delicious thought," she declared in a tone even more sexy than before. "I'd love to have your hands on me every waking moment of the day, but the thought of all that blood leaking out from your severed wrists isn't getting me any too enthused. How about we just leave them attached for now?"

It was at that moment that I started to roll my head back enough to get to her lips, although she was ahead of me by a fraction of that same second. I felt her lips lightly brush against mine, and pushed my tongue out in a lustful request for an entangling duel between the two of us. She responded with a heat that I couldn't remember feeling from a woman before, her want as strong as anything I'd ever run into in my life. As our tongues danced back and forth, her hand began to slowly slide along the length of my shaft, while her index finger tickled and teased my opening, and she softly swirled it in the slippery wetness of my pre-cum.

My left hand moved of its own accord from her chest, along her ribs, and around her hip until I had one cheek of her ass in my grip. I squeezed and sampled her soft and pliable cheek while pulling her closer to me. Our lips remained locked as our kiss became more insistent. In response to my touches, Tandra let out a deep groan, pulling me even tighter to her with that one arm still around my neck. As she did, I felt her begin to rub the head of my cock along the length of her slit, her wetness coating me even as she transferred my own pre-cum to the folds of her outer lips. I replied to her sensuous groan with one of my own.

"I want you, big brother," she whispered in my ear as we finally broke from that searing kiss. "I've wanted you for over three years. Hell, if I'd had my way about it, you'd have been my first, instead of Pete Maguire. But you were Cassie's guy, and I could never have lived with myself if I'd come between you two back home. However, that was then, and this is now. I need you, deep inside me, taking me, and letting me love you."

Tandra stood up on her tip-toes then manoeuvred me to her slippery entrance, and I lifted her by the butt to help guide myself inside that heated tunnel. It took her a few seconds to stretch enough to accommodate me inside her velvet-lined passage, but as I slipped in, all I was aware of was the tightness of her on me. She almost howled in ecstasy as she took every last inch inside.

"Oh Gawd, Tandra!" I exclaimed in total amazement. "You're so tight! I could stay like this forever and it still wouldn't be long enough!"

"Mmm, yeah," she let me know. "I feel so full. I want more of you than just this one time, Keith. We have a whole year ahead of us, and I'm not about to settle for just a quick tease, or a one-shot piece of tail. I want what Cassie's had for the last four years. I want my big brother."

It was more a statement of claim than anything else, with my heart welcoming her to stake out whatever she wanted. At first I thought it might just be the heat of the moment, but something inside told me that it went deeper than that. I was hers if she wanted me, hook, line, and sinker. There was now nothing I wouldn't do for this gorgeously beautiful woman, even if she was my little sister. Maybe it was because she was my little sister, I discovered inside myself.

Almost instinctively my hips began to rock and slowly pistoned me in and out of Tandra's steamy love canal. Bumping my pubic bone against her clit, I could almost feel her nubbin knotting on me as we sensually fucked, both my hands now grasping and pulling her to me as I helped her find our common rhythm. She began to hump her hips against mine, meeting my thrusts with her own, then pulling back at the same time I did. Despite the difference in our height, we seemed to fit together like gloves on a hand, and neither one of us was interested in taking that glove off.

"You're going to make me cum in a minute, Keith," Tandra quietly moaned in my ear. "Do you have any idea of how badly I've want to do that for you?"

"Not as bad as I want to feel you. God, but you feel good!" I just had to tell her. "Why did we wait so long? Any idea?"

"Nope, none, but I'm glad we finally did this. Geez, I've wanted you to do me forever. Now, I want you to do me all year long." She paused as though contemplating something of a major revelation before adding, "Baby, I'm so close! Make me cum for you, big brother, then fill my little cunt with your seed! Gawd, I want to feel you spurt inside me!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she began to gasp for air, her breathing laboured and raspy. At the same time, I felt her walls begin to flutter, then clench and grasp me as though I was her last hope of hanging onto something that anchored her to the world outside. That mewl of ecstasy she first emitted became almost a scream as her body began to spasm and tremble. She just about crushed the air out of my lungs with the grip of her arms around my waist. I'd given my sister something that I'd never considered before, a mind-shattering orgasm. I loved every second of its rapturous joy as she came hard, her pussy flooding my groin with her juices and I loved the sensation on my twitching shaft, that powerful flow taking me right over the edge.

The vibrations of her orgasm sent me beyond the point of no return. Even as my balls tightened and my cock throbbed, I pushed my hips as far forward as possible, leaving me buried deep inside as semen percolated out of me and into her clenching pussy. My eyelids closed, leaving a riot of blinding light flashes in my semi-conscious mind. It was only as the last few dribbles oozed out that I realized I'd lifted her right off the floor as she balanced on the base of my manhood, and only her strong grasp on my body kept her there.

I let my consciousness invade me just enough to ease Tandra back down to the shower floor, refusing to allow that euphoric afterglow to release me any more than I had to. I could feel the aftershocks of her climax as they rippled through her young body as a part of the incestuous coupling we'd made. It was only when she became cognisant enough to reconnect with the outside world that we even thought of moving from our stance.

"I felt that!" Tandra excitedly murmured. "I felt you cum inside me. Never have I wanted to feel a guy fill me like I wanted you to, Keith. Tell me that this was the first of many days and nights together. Lie to me if you have to, but tell me anyway."

"This is the first of many days and nights together, Tandra," I started to tease her, but inside I knew it was the truth. "That's the truth, Sis, so help me Hannah," I added, then kissed her deeply and passionately as a seal to my promise.

"It had better be the truth," she almost demanded of me, "because I've learned two things this evening. One, this shower has lots of hot water, and I think we're going to need all we can get. Two, I love my big brother more than I ever knew before. You may have been Cassie's guy until now, but you're mine as of today. I'm just hope I don't have to share you with her. Being in your arms and having you inside me like this is too good to ever give up."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about Cassie," I tried to reassure Tandra. "Just keep in mind that I do love her still and probably always will. But she has her life to live and I have mine. How you and I fit together is something that we'll just have to discover, one day at a time." I brushed my lips on hers once more, and was engulfed by her overpowering return kiss, one that demanded everything I was and ever would be.

"Maybe we should think about getting washed?" my sister broke into our post-coital bubble with her practicality. "I really would like to get something into my stomach before it begins to think my throat's been cut."

Reluctantly, I pulled back just enough to allow my softening cock to slip out of her, and the last touch of her on the rim of my glans sent reactive shockwaves radiating from my groin to the rest of my body.

Picking up the shampoo, I started to wash her silky hair, its fine texture a thrill to my fingertips. Tandra purred happily as I massaged her scalp, then rinsed her head before applying conditioner. She usually let it sit for ten to twenty minutes before rinsing it back out, she told me. During that time, we gave ourselves the luxury of washing each other, with me paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy while she made damned sure my cock was as clean as possible. Her touch was enough to get me hard again. I knew I wanted to make love to her, but she was entitled to fill her empty tummy first. I'd have to wait until we got back from eating, and I almost resented the physical demands of the human body to be fed.

We rinsed off, then stepped out and dried each other off. On opening the door to the bedroom, that blast of cool air raised goose bumps on our skin, propelling us to find some warm clothing. It was while she was slipping her breasts into her bra that Tandra broke the warm silence.

"Keith, would you be okay with being naked when it's just the two of us here? For some perverted reason, I have this burning desire to let you see my body as much as you want. Not that I don't want to enjoy the sight of yours, but it's up to you whether you're comfortable with that."

"Good one, Sis," I chuckled. "That's like asking a blind man if he'd like his sight. Now how about we get dressed and get out of here, so we can get back and I can undress you again?" She must have liked that idea, because once we had clothes on, she almost dragged me through the door without opening it first.

I wondered what she felt like eating, and her first choice was a burger from the nearest fast-food outlet. The thought of something that tasteless left me wishing we didn't have to eat. What I had in mind was a nice, thick, juicy steak, with every fattening condiment known to man, beast, and culinary science, but split the difference and went for ribs and spaghetti. I even ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter wanted to see Tandra's ID, and she was proud to be able to produce legitimate evidence that she actually was of legal age. The meal was a little more expensive than I'd had in mind, but the company I shared it with was worth the cost.