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he was thinking about her brother and his lucky deck the moment she crashed into the bicyclist. The bicyclist was knocked off course, and tried to step down off the bike as it rolled forward, but the sidewalk had ended. The front wheel twirled and rolled off the sidewalk at an angle, and the whole bike tumbled forward into the street. There were no cars coming, because luck was on her side.

Melissa had stumbled to the ground herself, and now sat looking at the poor guy on the ground, not knowing what to think. She was more aware of the sting of embarrassment than the sharp but dim pain of her split and bleeding lip. This was all her fault.

Her concern was also greater than her shock. She always knew what to do in these situations, and always seemed to have a knack for knowing when something was serious, and when it was nothing more than a skinned knee. Like her brother taking tumbles down the stairs. This was just like that.

When she knelt beside him to examine him, she knew it wasn't serious. He was her age, but she'd never seen him in her neighborhood before. Possible concussion, but not likely. He seemed very responsive, and the lacerations mostly appeared on his arms. He was ok.

He was not pleased.

She apologized and offered to help him up, but he dismissed it. He grumbled and got to his feet, not making eye contact. When he did, he started to say something that sounded like a rebuke, but he quickly disarmed. His eyes softened, as if he was saying "what's the use in being mad." She began to feel pity, because she thought this change of temperament was more like the tired effort one makes to be angry at the end of an already-lousy day.

But then he changed his demeanor completely, and apologized for sounding ticked off. She was taken aback. She deserved a rebuke.

He made a joke, and then asked why he's never seen her around. "I'm just home for the holidays," she answered. "I live and work downtown, but my parents live up here in Lafayette." He made another joke. Her lip was throbbing.

He was hitting on her.

She thought of her childhood friend Millie. She was on the playground one day and bumped into a bigger girl. The big girl had tumbled and hit her head on one of the poles near the swings. She didn't fall, but she immediately pushed Millie down. Millie wasn't paying attention either, and her ice cream cone was now covered in sand. Melissa wanted to be Millie, but she never had the chance.

The bicyclist was checking out Melissa's body.

When she spoke, her voice was somber. He didn't notice, and she wasn't surprised. Even if she was boy-crazy like Millie, she would never find peace bouncing from one guy to the next.

She was thinking about all of this because things were too good for her. She had a growing guilt complex over the relative happiness she'd had throughout life. Everyone treated her nicely, including the guys that wanted to fuck her. Especially them.

She knew she was attractive, but she didn't use it like other girls did. Being an athlete, she was in great shape. Her dark brown hair looked healthy even when it wasn't brushed, and she prided herself on never having dyed it.

And for her petite frame, she knew that her tits were perfect.

To everyone else, she was humble about them, even taking measures to cover them up and downplay them. Sometimes she caught men staring at them, and it annoyed her most when it was men from whom she'd hoped for more friendship. She could get any guy's attention with them if she wanted it, but she rarely did. Mostly, she felt cursed by them. She felt unduly loved because of her body.

She wanted rebuke. She didn't realize that until she responded to this stranger's charm with sadness, and an oddly delightful reaction to her bleeding lip.

She was in the master bathroom later, her whole body and soul now flush with hot blood and confused feelings. Something had happened to her, and her body was tingling. She felt an exciting mix of energy, pain, and something else. She wanted to call it romance.

The bicyclist could have chewed her out, and she would have taken it, apologizing profusely. She would have invited him to dinner and he would have eaten her mother's special beef minestrone soup. He would keep quiet, still judging her silently, while she melted his tense body with a back-rub. Later, she would kiss his wounds, and his heart would beat just one beat quicker, watching her ceaseless devotion. He would finally desire her, and he might then have kissed her. Then she would take her clothes off, and let him look at her. Then, she would let him have her.

The warmth growing in her loins mixed with her sore muscles and wet tears, even as she smiled. She loved it, she decided. She loved the tangled emotions. The fantasy, and the shame, and the confusion. Something bubbled to the surface as she stared into the mirror by the door to her parents' bedroom, and it was the surprisingly erotic power of confusion.

Thoughts of the cyclist, she realized, were not the cause, but the catalyst. She didn't want him, or even the version of him she'd just invented. She wanted a version of herself that did things she would never expect. One that explored sexual territory, not to find her desires, but to get lost in the ambiguity. To experience the unknown, and stay there forever.

She caressed a bruise on her arm, and felt goosebumps. Her shirt felt heavy on her skin, and on impulse, she took all of her clothes off. She looked at all of her bruises, one at a time. She pulled the band off of her hair and let it down, and the hair slid across her sensitive skin.

She slid her fingers all over her body, and the feeling was electric. She could not believe or explain why this felt so incredible in this moment. She let out a laugh, watching it all in the mirror. It was unusual for her to feel the urge to play with her own nipples, but now she couldn't help it.

She would never be able to explain why it all happened, but it happened quickly. In moments, she was rubbing the lips of her vagina. She rarely masturbated, she realized, and had never done so in front of a mirror. But she'd never been this horny before.

And so she watched the happy girl in the mirror, while the first snowflakes of her Thanksgiving weekend gently fell outside. She enjoyed the fingers inside her, as the moment came and passed when her life changed forever.

***

Rick waited for Jenna for nearly two hours before giving up. He was only half-expecting her to show up anyway, and was only half-hoping as well.

He sat outside on a bench, waiting for her car to arrive in the passenger pickup lane. The airport was as busy as ever, and the midday sun warmed the air enough for Rick to relax with a light jacket. He was not in any hurry, so Jenna's absence was not really an inconvenience.

Nobody at home knew when he was supposed to be arriving. He liked it that way.

His relationship with Jenna was as tenuous as ever. If he didn't still have some small amount of love in his heart for her, and if he hadn't been without affection for so goddam long, he might have wished to never see her no-good, rotten face again.

He would never forgive her.

The day he'd learned of it was the hardest day. Four years ago, just after leaving for the Army, she told him. He was still in Basic. She couldn't even wait that long.

She said she loved him, but couldn't keep her damn legs closed even for him.

When he returned a year ago, that was when she came to him. She wanted to rekindle their relationship. She was lonely, and confessed to being depressed. She begged him for sex, and it all just made him more sad than angry.

Just enough time had passed that he actually felt a little sorry for her. She hurt him, but not as bad as she was hurting herself.

They fucked, but only once. He didn't want to see her again, but she made him. She looked so fucked up at that point that he obliged out of pity. When she realized this, she pulled away. She was silent on the way out, leaving her only key on the coffee table.

Then she started to write him letters. Her words were like pieces of her own flesh, sliced from her own body. She had nothing left but him, it seemed.

She wrote him often, and it seemed like she was turning over a new leaf. Three months ago, she agreed to meet him at the airport to see if they could start over. He was home for good now, and she still loved him. She needed him, she said. And he was ready to finally believe her.

Rick twirled his coffee cup around, which only had a few drops of coffee that had became cold an hour ago. He rubbed his eye for the umpteenth time, wondering how allergies could be affecting him in November. He figured it was due to his prolonged absence from North America.

Rick watched all the people coming and going, and he took in the moment of change for himself. He had no idea what the future had in store for him. He expected that civilian life would be a return to normalcy, and that's what he planned for. He would take some time for himself, and he was prepared to deflect and inquiries into plans of any kind. He had none.

He would probably get a degree in something that uses math, because he'd always loved math, and he would meet a nice woman that wasn't Jenna and her painful fucking reminder of failure. No, she would be sweet and fun. She would be his wife and would have his babies and do all of the things with him that normal people do in life. All he wanted was something normal.

He found himself looking at each available woman that walked by him. Jenna continued to slip from his mind, until he found himself in a Taxicab headed for his temporary, quiet, suburban home. There were no cars in the driveway and no one there to greet him when he stepped outside.

The temperature had dropped a good twenty degrees, and the sun was now hidden. The first snowflakes he'd seen in years began to fall, and he took a big breath.

He went around the side of the house, knowing the front door would be locked. He came through the back door and put his bags on the kitchen counter.

He rubbed his eyes, still itchy even indoors. He went into the downstairs bathroom to look for some eye drops, but couldn't find any. He didn't think they would be down here anyway, but they would be in his parents' bathroom for sure.

When he got upstairs and opened the door to the bedroom, that is when he found Melissa standing not three feet from him. His sister was completely naked.

She had her fingers inside her vagina, and was lost enough in her pleasure at first to notice him. But then they made eye contact.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't move. His hand seemed to forget where the door handle was, but he found it as his eyes broke from hers. On impulse, he glanced briefly once more down at the hand between her thighs, then left.

Her image appeared again in his mind immediately. He walked down the hallway, down the stairs, through the dining room and back outside. And that image remained the whole time.

He'd never retained a more crystal clear image in his memory, and this shocked him. Thoughts of Jenna were now as far from his mind as could possibly be. His consciousness was now entirely wrapped around the picture of his little sister with her fingers inside herself.

He shared the moment with her. They made eye contact during this moment, and it should have been Melissa's private moment.

He was dazed, and almost felt ready to collapse. His heart was pounding, and he was starting to sweat. The dizziness began to fade while he grabbed the fence for support. After a few minutes, he was back to normal, all except for one thing.

He had an erection.

It made him think about Melissa again, and he felt it get harder still. It's because she's my sister, he worried. I never get erections this quickly.

But then he reasoned against this. Melissa was really good-looking, and that had to be why. This was normal, he decided. Nothing to be worried about. And after all, how long has it been?

Still, it didn't fix the problem.

It was too much. He went back inside and to the downstairs bathroom, then closed the door. He unzipped his pants and slid them down. He pulled his boxer briefs down and at last his erect penis sprang out.

He put his hand on it to start jerking off, but Melissa sprang to his mind once more, and he let go.

He couldn't jerk off to his sister. He just couldn't.

He couldn't count the number of times he was in this situation, where he just needed to rub it out. He could do it in less than a minute, and be done with it.

But he could touch himself without seeing Melissa's vulnerable but joyful eyes looking back into his. It made him harder than ever, yet thinking about anything else seemed impossible. Nothing got him away from it. Not Christmas trees or race cars or insects or anything.

He tried waiting, and it actually started to work, just as he heard Melissa walk by the bathroom and into the living room. She called his name, and he tensed up. He didn't want to respond, because then she would know he's in here. And she's a grown-ass adult. She'll put two and two together.

He didn't know what to do. He looked down again and groaned, seeing that his dick was as hard as ever. He heard Melissa call his name again, now walking back towards the bathroom. Then he heard a knock, followed by her voice. He didn't respond at first, thinking, stupidly, that she would go away if he didn't respond. But he realized he wasn't sure if he locked the door. He was standing two feet from the door with his erection out in the open.

He saw the handle start to turn, and the door started to open.

His instincts kicked in and he reached out to stop the door. "Don't come in!" he yelled at once.

"Okay! Geez. Answer me when I call you, then, dork!" As quickly as she came, she was gone.

He was worried.

She would surely know now that he was in here masturbating because he just saw his sister naked. And worse yet, he still had to get rid of this erection one way or the other.

He turned to the shower for the only solution left: the tried and true cold shower. When he got in, the water on his skin at first made him hornier, but then it got colder. By the time his whole body was shivering, his penis was limp.

***

He was reading through junk mail and enjoying another cup of coffee in the kitchen when he heard the garage door open. Melissa had not yet reappeared from upstairs.

Carol and Bernard broke through the door into the kitchen, and their faces were hidden by big brown bags of groceries. Rick said, "here, let me help you with those, Ma..."

"What? Oh, Rick! You scared me. I had no idea when you were home already. Oh here, take this." He took the biggest bag from her and put it on the counter. When their eyes met for the first time, she smiled and pulled him in for a hug. "Oh Sweetie, it's so good to finally see you again! Bernnie, hun, look who's here?"

His father appeared from the side of the car and came through the door with a 24-pack of Coors Light under one arm and several bags under the other. "Well what are you standin' there for? Help your mother get the rest out of the car."

"Yes sir," he said, without hesitation. There were probably two trips worth of bags left, but he got them all in one and closed the door. He was so happy to be home.

He put the bags on the counter in the kitchen, and then took his father in for a hug. "It's good to have you home, son."

"Are you going to be here for dinner, or did you wanna visit with friends today?" His mother, ever the planner. He'd come to expect her questions, so that she could plug them into her mental holiday itinerary. The magnets on the refrigerator made Rick smile, because they were all at perfect 90 degree angles. Yes, this was home.

Then his father asked, "Where's your sister?"

"Oh she's probably out on one of her runs," Carol said.

"No, she's upstairs," Rick added.

"So you two already saw each other?" Carol put the last of the perishables in the fridge, and when she closed the door, Rick could see Melissa walking into the room.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Melissa said. She was smiling at Rick in that embarrassing way, when you can only bear to make eye contact briefly.

"No, no, no, that doesn't go there," Carol barked at Bernard.

"Where the hell else is it gonna go? It's flour, it's for cooking right?"

"No, that's for baking, it's for the bread and cookies. It goes in the pantry out in the garage."

Bernard left, and Carol turned to look at Rick and Melissa. Her face was warm with that special glow reserved only for family bonding moments. She opened her mouth to say something, but Bernard cuts her off from out in the garage with, "What pantry?!"

"Oh for heaven's sake, let me do it!" She throws her hands up and disappears into the garage.

Finally, Rick and Melissa look back at each other, finally alone.

Her grin grows. He says, "Melissa, I am so, so sorry..." She started laughing, and he began to laugh with her. She reached out and grabbed him to hug him.

"I missed you," she said.

When they were done hugging, he stepped back and looked at her again. "Seriously though, I'm sorry..."

"Whatever," she said. "It happens."

"You're not mad?"

"My car wasn't here because I got dropped off. How could you have known?"

"I know, but I still feel bad."

"We're adults."

Bernard's voice cut them off again. "I just don't understand why you can't just leave it out if you're going to be using all that stuff tomorrow anyway. I swear, sometimes I just don't understand you, woman."

Rick and Melissa look at each other again and grin.

***

The next morning, Melissa was the first to start the coffee in the kitchen. A night to process the changes from the previous day had done her some good, and she was about to put it behind her.

She still kept replaying that moment in her head from the second she awoke, but it was less vivid than before. Yesterday, she felt like she was naked the whole time she was with Rick. She couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen.

But she wasn't uncomfortable around him. In fact, she was more comfortable than ever with him. It was not at all how she was expecting to be with him. She was planning to reconnect with a brother she barely even knew. And she had some very important brotherly advice to ask him for, but decided that, in light of their first meeting, that it would be best to wait.

And yet, she actually now thought he was more suited to help her than she thought before. She saw him naked, and it was no big deal. At least not to her, anyway. She had no idea if he even gave it a second thought, or if he was replaying the encounter over and over again in his head like she was.

She knew it was something he would never forget, but there's nothing she could do about that now. But maybe it's a good thing. Maybe now she could talk to him in a way that she probably couldn't before.

The coffee was just about brewed when Rick walked into the kitchen. He was wearing his PJ's and looked like he hadn't brushed his hair yet. He stopped when he saw Melissa, who was also wearing her PJ's. He thought he'd gotten up before her for sure this morning, and was hoping to avoid her. At least until he'd had his coffee.

"Sit down, I'll pour you a cup," she said, smiling. She also looked like she hadn't quite woken up yet, judging by her hair.

He sat down at the table and watched her pour the coffee. He noticed that when she moved some of her hair behind her ear with her fingers, she did so with so much grace, even though it was 7AM and she looked quite tired. His sister was as strong as they came, but she always had her feminine charm, even on a quiet morning.

She smiled as she slid his cup to him, but it was a very typical friendly-but-tired smile that Melissa was known for in the wee hours of the morning.

"I'm gonna go practice today. You wanna come?" Rick was so relieved by the question because of how normal it was.

"I don't have anything planned today. Is the season over for you?"

She laughed and said, "It's next semester, dork."

"Well I don't know! Who watches tennis?"

"Hey!"

"...I mean, why can't you play something normal like basketball?"

"You call basketball normal? It's got like a million rules! There's even a shot clock, because whoever writes the rules probably figured out that it's boooooring!"

"And tennis doesn't have rules?"

"Yeah, like, one. Stay inside the line."

"So your sport is more like coloring?"

"Don't make me pour this coffee in your lap, because I will!"

They were smiling together, then in unison, they both started laughing out loud. "I swear," she started, "you should be nicer to your sister after you just walked in on her."

The reminder caused Rick to tense up. She was still grinning, and she was studying his silence. Then she sat up, looking him straight in the eyes, and said, "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

He was. He was starting to get hard again, and he was not wearing the sort of pants that hide it. She was still grinning, but he couldn't tell if she was teasing him or testing him. If she took one peek under the table, everything about their relationship would change forever.

"I'm not stupid. You got super quiet. C'mon, out with it."

"Can we just not talk about it?"

"I knew it, you are thinking about it!"

"I'm serious, it's kinda weird."

She let out a short laugh and said, "I know, but it's fun to tease you. And it's not like you have a huge boner right now. Wait, you don't, do you?" She leaned over to look under the table, but only playfully.

"Stop it," Rick snapped, and Melissa stopped. "I mean it."

"Ok, ok. We'll just consider that your punishment. I'm gonna go get ready. Can you be ready in an hour or so?"

"I will."

She got up and took her coffee upstairs. It was ten minutes later that Rick was able to walk up to his room.

***

Rick was still in pretty good shape, but even he couldn't keep up with his sister on the court. She was way too fast for him. When she was playing the game that she was passionate about, she was a monster.

They played for half the day, then grabbed some lunch. On the way home, the two bickered over whether the new Star Wars movies would likely be any good, and she gave him one of her famous Bad Palm Readings. She invented the bad palm reading one day when Rick had just been dumped by his first serious girlfriend. It was a game where she pretends to read his palm in an old lady's voice and imagines bad things happening to Rick that are all way worse than what's happening now. Without fail, it always made Rick smile.

"I see it all now! Jenna will be hit by a bus!"

"Hey, that's not nice."

"Oh, wait, wait... fergot m'glasses. Oh yes... missed! Jenna will be missed by a bus, ah yes!"

Rick breathed a low chuckle. The thought of Jenna made the game less fun for him. "That's cute."

"Sorry, you want me to stop?"

"No, it's just... the thought of her really puts me in a bad mood, you know?"

"I'll bet. Just don't let her ruin Turkey Day for you, ok? That would be a tragedy of epic proportions."

"Epic, eh?"

"Astronomical."

"Colossal?"

"Ginormous."

"And Tyrannical."

"Ha!" Melissa started laughing so much she could barely breathe. "I totally forgot about 'tyrannical.' Man, I'm such a dork."

"Making up words is your specialty."

After she calmed down, she leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "It's really good to have you back. I missed you so much."

He went with his impulse to put an arm around her. After spending the day with her, he was confident that things were back to normal, and that the sexual stimulus of his sister was behind him.

***

When the two got home, Rick's curious eyes haunted Melissa all the way into the shower. The two split and went into their own bedrooms, and Melissa prepared some clothes and things for a nice long shower. She was still sweaty from the tennis, and couldn't wait to wash it off.

But she kept thinking about the way Rick looked at her. She saw it first when she teased him earlier in the morning, and she saw it a few times during their tennis game. She was certain that he was struggling with the fact that he was turned on by her.

She wasn't sure last night, but today, she was pretty certain. She just didn't know to what extent, and she kinda wanted to know.

She knew he was a gentleman, and would never say a word about it, even if it was true. And that kinda turned her on as well. She wanted to know if she really did have the power to make her own brother's dick hard. That would excite her to no end.

She lingered in the downstairs bathroom while the water warmed up, and imagined him walking in to see her again. She stepped into the water and closed her eyes. In her mind, she could feel the cool air enter as the door opened. She turns and waits for a hand to push the curtain aside, so she could be seen again. The curtain slides to the side, and there he is. Her brother watches her for the first time, unashamed.

The fantasy has more potency than any she's ever experienced, and she finds her hands drawn to her pussy once again. A part of her thinks, "what the hell are you doing? Stop this!" But she couldn't help it. The impulse was too strong.

Her lips react to her fingers like the closing of an electrical circuit. Her eyes are still closed, and the fantasy too real. She rubs herself for mere seconds, and then comes instantly.

She's not aware of how loud her scream is, and probably wouldn't care if she was. She realizes that this is the first orgasm she's ever really had, and she didn't know it until this very moment.

She turned the water's temperature down, and slowly regained her senses. This changed things for her, but she had no idea what it meant. She didn't know what to do next. She couldn't very well tell her brother that she'd just masturbated to him, and that it was the best sexual experience she'd ever had.

But she had a thought that confused things further: What if he'd already masturbated to her? The way he looked at her, he must have. She wouldn't have blamed him if he did, certainly not after this. She worried for her sanity, but obsessed over the question.

She would test her brother. She wouldn't actually do anything with him, because that still seemed like crossing the line. But she had to know if he thought about her that way. She had to find a way to know for certain...

***

Rick turned when he heard a knock on his door. The door was already wide open, and Melissa was already walking in. She closed the door behind her without turning. All she was wearing was pink underwear with white lace, and a black tank top with her sorority letters. Her face looked serious, and she said, as if anticipating Rick, "Don't get up."

"You wanna put some clothes on?"

"You're not still hung up on that, are you?"

"Melissa..."

"I just have one question, and I'll be out of your hair, I promise."

"Alright, shoot."

She tried to remain serious, but began shaking nervously. The more nervous she got, the more she started to grin.

"Well?" Rick asked.

Suddenly, she seemed to be speechless. She started looking around the room like she was finding the right words, then she said, "What type of girls do you like?"

"What type of girls do I like?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know... pretty? Smart? Why are you asking?"

"What do you consider pretty?"

"I guess I know it when I see it."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Is that what this is about? Do you not think you're pretty?"

"I want to know if you think I'm pretty."

"Why?"

"Because... you're... objective. You're my brother, you can't get anymore objective than that."

"Good point. Well there's no contesting it to me, you are beautiful."

Then, after leaning on the door and pausing for a moment, she asked, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

Rick opened his mouth to agree immediately, but realized that this might be a trap after all. He still didn't know if this was some elaborate prank or something else entirely, but he'd had enough.

"Ok," he said, standing up. "Off you go, I have to get cleaned up."

"Is that a no?"

"I'm not going to play your games anymore," he said in a playful tone.

She was unmoved, and still studying his reaction closely. She took a step toward him and said, "I'm not joking anymore. I really want to know what you think of me."

"What can I say? You have an amazing body."

"What do you like most about it?" Now she offered a playful smile. "You're my objective brother, remember?"

"Uh...well... I guess your figure. And you have a nice ass."

"Do I?"

"You do."

"What about these?" When she said this, she lifted her tanktop over her head and dropped it.

"Geez, Melissa!" He shouted in a whisper, and she laughed.

"Relax, you've already seen them."

He stumbled over words, and tried in vain not to look at them. He was out of line to look at her naked before, but now she was taking her clothes off for him. She stood there topless, enjoying the hell it was clearly putting him through. "Well?"

"Your tits are perfect. Now can we please stop this?" He bent to pick up her shirt and handed it to her.

"Ok, I guess so," she said, taking the shirt. "But I do get a kick out of watching you squirm."

After she left, he had yet another erection that was already hurting like hell. He decided to use the upstairs bathroom instead, because he didn't want to run into her again. He might seriously consider getting a hotel if this kept up.

This time, the shower didn't help. The image of Melissa gleefully taking her shirt off was somehow more erotic to him than walking in on her. And he knew why. It was because he wanted to take her panties off.

What is happening to me? he asked for the first of many times to come.

It took everything to keep from jerking off to her, and lord how he wanted to. He got out of the shower, but didn't want to put his clothes back on. Couldn't put his clothes back on. So he went and closed the bedroom door and locked it, then threw down the towel. He paced back and forth, unsure of what to do.

He laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to focus on his penis, which was as relentlessly hard as it's ever been.

He gave it one stroke, then another. But he stopped in frustration at the situation. He sat up and looked down at his erection. "This will teach me to knock," he said out loud. A moment later, he slid to the end of the bed and grabbed the towel off the floor. He laid it out on the bed, then sat up on his knees. With one hand he began stroking slowly. It felt so good that he thought he might come immediately, and the thought startled him. He knew he was horny, but how could Melissa make him this horny?

There had to be another way, he decided. If he never came again, he would make sure he didn't come to his sister. What in the world would Melissa think of him?

So he laid down, and waited. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

***

This was a good moment to come out of hiding, and her heart was still pounding.

Melissa wanted to surprise Rick at dinner with a new card trick, but she wanted to find her grandmother's lucky deck. She'd actually been looking for it all week hoping to find it before Rick arrived, and she now realized the only place she hadn't looked was in Rick's room. It was entirely possible that he had either kept it for himself without telling her, or that he forgot about it completely.

He was still in the bathroom across the hall, so she snuck in to find it. This was probably the first time she'd gone snooping in her brother's room in her underwear, but she was going to be quick. She already had a good idea where it might be, too. So she pulled down a shoebox from a high shelf in the closet, and rummaged through it until she found it.

She wondered if he even remembered he still had it, or if he remembered the last Thanksgiving they had with their grandmother, where she showed them the last trick she knew. She always had a new one every year.

She knew that she was not immune to Rick's sexual desires, and that game was over. Maybe that's as it should be, she thought. She would most surely think of him, of that she was certain. And he would apparently think of her. But the card deck in her hand represented something... normal. Something they had before their sexuality came into play. She was fine with the sexual thoughts, actually, but she had to get back to being a good sister.

She got so caught up in looking at each old and weathered card in the pack that the sound of the bathroom door across the hall snapped her mind into the present. She was partially hidden from the door behind the dresser, and when the doorknob began to turn, she lowered to a squat and backed into the closet.

Rick entered wearing just a towel, and he locked the door behind him. He was facing away from the closet when he tossed the towel down and breathed, as if letting out some frustration.

Melissa was torn. She was ashamed to enjoy seeing Rick with no clothes on, but part of her didn't care at all. Her heart began racing immediately because of how fast it all happened. Rick turned his body to pace back and forth, and she saw his large dick for the first time.

She was mezmorized by her brother's body. Like her, he was in impeccable shape, and looked like he could lift a small car. He looked powerful, and she was suddenly aware that she was still in her underwear. She'd never seen a man with such incredible muscle tone, and a nice, firm ass.

But his dick completed the image in an unbelievably powerful way for her. She hadn't seen many, but it looked pretty big to her. And she was already dripping wet before she even realized that feeling Rick inside her was what her body wanted immediately. The confusion was back, and she felt overwhelmed.

She was on fire, watching him lay down on the bed, hoping it would go away. It was like he was waiting for her to get on top of him and just do something about it. And how she wanted to.

She was still squatting when she slid her hand into her panties. She couldn't even believe how warm and wet she had so quickly become, and her fingers were a welcome relief.

This is wrong, she thought. This is so wrong.

He grabbed his penis, and she had to stop. She would break her cover if she came like she did in the shower.

He stopped after only a few strokes and sat up. She heard him say, "This will teach me to knock." And that's when it hit her. While she was still fingering herself, she realized that her brother was horny because he was thinking about her. There was no doubting it anymore.

She actually hadn't even considered it. She thought she had just walked in on something that was normal for him.

He wants to fuck you, Melissa, a voice seemed to whisper inside her head.

Even though she stopped, the thought of wrapping her legs around him and helping him come was too strong. She moved one finger out of her pussy, and the sensation was enough to make her come. Her teeth bit down on the deck of cards, and her orgasm made the experience in the shower feel like a mere peck on the cheek.

A few minutes went by as she processed it all, and before she knew it, he was asleep.

When she stepped out of the closet and approached his bed, her body still yearned for his. She still didn't want to cross that line, but her mind played with it all the same. She wished she could just take his cock and stroke it until he came. He wouldn't even have to know.

She was happy that he'd walked in on her. She had no idea how much of a thrill she would get from this. She came close to crossing the line with her sleeping brother and his still-partially-erect penis. She kneeled by the bed and watched him sleep. She imagined rubbing him off and making him come, and she imagined making him come with her mouth. She wanted to, but knew she couldn't.

If she started, would she be able to stop? She'd never felt like this in all her life. She felt more like a woman now than she ever had, with or without a guy.

His erection had gone away, and the day was turning to dusk. She unlocked the door and opened it, but just for show. Now she would play with him as much as she felt she could. She would risk the Rabbit Hole.

With the door still open, she knocked as loud as she could, and Rick shook himself awake. He looked at the door to see Melissa, still in her underwear, laughing.

"Well, well... it appears we're even."

"Melissa! Get out! What are you doing?" He sat up to reach for the towel, but it had fallen down underneath the foot of the bed.

"Mom told me to come get you, dinner's ready."

"Fine, I'll be down in a minute."

Melissa grinned, looked down the hallway both ways, then came back into the room and shut the door. She walked right up to his bed and looked at his body, smiling. "Were you thinking about me naked?"

"Stop it."

"You were, weren't you? Ever since you saw me naked, you can't stop thinking about it. Do you want to see me naked again? You do, don't you?"

He knew what she was doing, and it was working. He was getting hard again.

"You want me to take off my clothes?"

He was now fully erect.

"Melissa, this... is..."

She was now beaming with joy, and had a wide grin. Her expression said, "I knew it," and Rick reacted with silent frustration. "I can't believe you want to have sex with me..." Her tone was light and playful.

"No!"

"You so have a hard-on for me right now..."

"Melissa, stop."

"But Rick, I'm your sister! You wanna fuck your sister?"

"Why are you doing this? Please, don't..."

The look on his face was priceless, so she busted up laughing. She was having so much fun, but decided to dial it in a bit. "Relax, I'm messing with you."

Rick didn't know what to say. He was a flustered mix of emotions and desires, and more than that he was totally vulnerable. He couldn't hide it now.

"Are you sure you're just messing with me?"

"Of course I am. You think that I want you?"

"Well, you did ask me all that stuff about whether I think you're sexy." He was looking up at the ceiling, avoiding her completely.

"That was to see if you had a hard-on for me, which obviously you do..."

"Come on, that's not fair."

Melissa moved next to the bed, and sat down next to him. Her side brushed against his thigh, and he felt his penis throb briefly. He sat up, almost in panic.

"Relax. I'm not even touching you. I wanna talk about this, though."

"Melissa... this has gotten weird enough."

"I think this could get a lot weirder than this," she said, turning to face him directly.

He became certain that if he didn't do something to stop it, she was going to put her hands on him, and he knew that he would let her. Even now, part of him wanted to feel her hand wrap around his penis.

He slid away from her, finally, and turned to put his feet on the floor on the other side of the bed. "We've crossed a line here that shouldn't be crossed, Melissa, and I'd rather we didn't talk about this anymore."

Melissa got up and slowly walked around the bed, but stopped at the foot. "We haven't done anything wrong yet."

"Yet?"

"You know what I mean." She bit her lip, then continued, "There's no reason why it's wrong to see each other naked. That's all we've done. So what's the harm?"

With this, she pulled her top off. Rick watched her.She slowly pulled her panties down again, then stood for a moment. Rick was silent.

She sat beside him and smiled nervously. She didn't know what he would do, but wanted to find out. He sat there with her for a moment, not looking at her, but feeling her eyes on him.

Then he stood up and looked down at her. He was about to say something, but her beauty took another unexpected swipe at his ability to think. She was all but offering herself to him, but she hadn't actually said so. She demanded that he make a move, but he wouldn't.

"Mom could be up here any second. You better go."

She stood up, and the two were not even a foot apart. "If you want, I'll keep my clothes on from now on. Just say the word."

He couldn't respond to her words, because she was inches from him. Her hand was next to his penis, but she didn't move it. She just looked at him, while he said nothing. She smiled, then gathered her clothes to leave.

She backed away slowly, but with sweetness in her smile. "I'll see you at dinner."

Rick's head was spinning as she left. He hardly knew what to think about what just happened. How much of what just happened was really just a game?

He sat down and grabbed the towel. Again, he contemplated jerking off to his sister. In the end, he decided that against it. If Melissa tempted him again, it would be harder for him to resist her if he'd already taken this step. It was one thing to be turned on by her, and it was something else entirely to give into it.

He thought about Jenna, which helped. He thought about holding her hair and fucking her from behind like he'd done so many times, and thought about rubbing it out to that image. But the idea quickly soured for him.

Finally, when he was soft but still enlarged, he went to the dresser and grabbed some underwear. He was still tingling, but the worst was over. He would think about Melissa a couple more times and feel brief stints of pain, but was soon back to normal.

***

He was all too happy to talk about his military service over dinner, and about Melissa's tennis scholarship and medical aspirations. Healthy distractions. Their mother's cherry pie was like a reset button, because he had forgotten his encounter with Melissa almost entirely. She was still his sister. He missed being with his family.

The cherry pie was nothing compared to her apple pie, though, which she would be serving tomorrow night with their actual Thanksgiving Day meal.

Melissa kept smirking at Rick the whole night, reveling in their little secret. What have I done? Rick thought. Where were things headed? What had he unleashed?

"We all have secrets, don't we Rick?" Carol had said this, as if reading his mind. He looked at Melissa with a cold expression, and she just stared back smiling.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

Carol went on, and Rick realized that Bernard had just asked her for the secret ingredient to her homemade coleslaw.

"As long as it stays within the family," Bernard added.

"Oh, speaking of family, Melissa, you're gonna have to sleep in Rick's room tomorrow night. Your uncle Johnny's bringing the family up from Colorado Springs."

"Where am I gonna sleep?" Rick said.

"In your room."

"Mom, you can't be serious," Melissa protested.

"It's just for one night, sweetie. Can't you two be grownups about it?"

"I can just sleep in the living room," Rick offered.

"The kids will be in the living room. John and Terri will be in Melissa's room. I guess the only other option is for you to sleep at your own place for the night," she said, looking at Melissa.

"I'm not going to want to drive all the way downtown after eating a bunch of turkey and drinking a bunch of beer."

"Since when do you drink beer," Bernard asked.

"I love beer too, Dad."

"So I guess it's settled then," Carol said, dropping another portion of food onto her plate.

"I guess it is," Rick said. Melissa was looking back at him, and she looked every bit as nervous as he did.

***

That night, Melissa tried to sort out her desires for Rick, and Rick worked like hell to forget them. He tossed and turned in his bed, though fortunately not with sex on his mind. He'd had too much coffee with their dessert, and now he was paying the price. There would be too much to do tomorrow to worry about Melissa, but tomorrow night would come much too soon.

Melissa was having different thoughts. She wanted to be with Rick, and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow. She couldn't stop thinking about what she saw in his room, and it was making her crazy. She knew it would be wrong to do anything about it, and she still didn't know if she wanted to do anything. But she wanted to see him again.

She headed to his room without a plan.

***

Rick didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he awoke to find Melissa in his bed. She was lying next to him, sleeping as soundly as ever.

He didn't want to wake her, but he had to do something. She was close enough for him to smell the shampoo in her hair, and he was getting hard immediately.

What if his mother came looking for her? Or him? This didn't look good.

He was going to shake her, but then realized that she was already awake and looking at him.

"You can't be here, Melissa. This has gone far enough."

"We haven't done anything wrong."

"Not yet."

"Does that mean we might?" She was not hopeful, but curious. Rick didn't know what to say to her anymore. He wasn't mad at her, because he was excited. But he knew that this was going too far.

He fell onto his back and looked up, sighing. "I don't know what to think. I just know that I shouldn't be in bed with my sister."

She slide closer to him and put one leg over him. She could feel that he was hard again, and just touching it through his PJ's with her leg was excitement enough.

"We still haven't done anything wrong, though."

"This is wrong and you know it."

"A girl can snuggle with her brother, it happens all the time."

"This is different."

"How?"

"You're trying to seduce me."

She smiled and buried her head into the crook of his neck, and said, "I am not. I'm serious, I just wanted to snuggle. We used to snuggle."

Rick laughed to himself, as if defeated. "Ever since I walked in on you, I've been in pain."

She sat up and looked down at him, confused. "Why do you feel that way?"

"No, I mean it's been physically painful. With my pants on, I mean."

When she understood, she let out a silent laugh. "But not right now, though, right?"

"Yeah, kinda. I've been wearing briefs to hide it."

"You can take them off."

"Melissa..."

"Ok, ok. Just say the word and I'll leave right now." She sat up and waited for a response. She saw agony on his face, even though he was silent. So she said, "I really do just want to snuggle with my big brother, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Her face was serious, but Rick remained silent. Then she smiled and drew back the covers slowly, until his whole body was uncovered. She grabbed the band on his underwear and began to pull it down slowly, until his throbbing penis sprang forward. She tossed the underwear on the floor and he could finally see for the first time in the dim light that she was also naked.

She was lay back down next to him casually, but didn't touch him. "We don't have to snuggle. I get that it would be weird. But I just miss spending the night with you. Can we do that?"

He turned to lay on his side, facing her. He dick was still as hard as ever, and he wanted to wrap his body around hers. She was inches from him, but she felt too far away. He wanted to pull her close.

"I don't want to do anything wrong," he said.

"This isn't wrong. Even mom is cool with us spending the night together."

"I think she assumed we would have our clothes on, Melissa."

She laughed.

"You look really uncomfortable with this. Just tell me to go and I will. Maybe this is too weird."

He was startled by this, and realized how conflicted he really was. "I'm sorry, it's really just hard because..."

"What?" She was genuinely curious.

"Well... you know I haven't masturbated once since I saw you naked, right?"

"You're kidding! I totally thought you had."

"Nope."

"But... how did you get it to go away?"

"Now you see my dilemma."

"I won't judge you." She was not talking to him like a seductress. She sounded like the sister he's always known. She sounded so normal and casual while they talked, even as they talked about his erect penis.

"You wouldn't care if I jerked off to you?"

"Of course not. I did it myself."

"Did what?"

He was looking at the ceiling, but he turned to look at her for a response. Her face told him everything.

"You mean you masturbated to me?" he asked.

"Twice."

His penis shuddered when she said it. She wasn't kidding.

"I kinda wanna do it again, too."

"Don't." Watching her masturbate would be too much for him to take.

But it was too late. He didn't realize it, but her had already been rubbing the lips of her clit the whole time. They were still uncovered, so when she turned onto her back and opened her legs, he could see everything.

She was looking down at his dick, and moaning. It was happening.

"Go ahead," she said.

God, how he wanted to. It would only take a few strokes, of that he was sure. But it would be the point of no return.

"Suit yourself," she said quietly. "But this girl is horny."

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She offered to leave if he was uncomfortable, but he said nothing. She would offer once more, and again he would say nothing. "Go ahead," she said. "Do it down the hall or here with me, it doesn't matter. But you need to do it, Rick."

She looked like she was about to come, and he couldn't take anymore.

He started stroking himself, and she smiled at him. "That's it."

She turned to her side, legs still spread apart, so she could look at Rick straight on. Rick could also see her pussy better, not that it mattered.

Finally, after two days of torment, he gave in. He rubbed himself as slowly as he could, because he knew that it would be instantaneous otherwise.

She came first, and it was even more incredible than the last. She caught her breath, and her smile began to widen. She was excited, because Rick was about to come.

His orgasm started deep inside, deeper than ever before. He let out a groan and his body shuddered, and he came. Melissa was beside herself with joy. It was incredible, seeing her brother come for the first time. And for her.

Afterwards, he could barely move. "I got it," she said, ready to be of assistance. She searched for a towel in the dim night, and found one. He reached to take it, but she dismissed the gesture. She wiped the come from his belly as casually as painting her nails.

She lay back down and turned into him, putting her leg over his body. She didn't say another word, and fell into a blissful slumber in moments.

Rick remained awake for a good while longer, still a mix of pleasure and worry. The darkness aided his confusion, finding it easy to delight in holding a naked woman close, yet unnerved to know that it was Melissa.

He kept thinking, "What have I done?" He imagined that she would wake up and curse him for not having put a stop to what he should have known was a very bad idea. She would change her mind when she had time to reflect, and he would feel shame for the rest of his life.

But he knew nothing for certain, except that he was still hard. And he remained so until sleep finally came.

***

When he awoke in the morning, she was gone. He wondered at first if it was just a dream, and then saw the towel on the floor in the same spot she'd thrown it. He could still smell her on the pillow beside him.

The smell brought it all back, and the dread of seeing her face again. He didn't want to see her avoid him, knowing that her brother agreed to this.

All he wanted to do was take a shower and wash it all away.

On the way to the bathroom, he saw that Melissa's door was closed. He was grateful at the thought of having some time to think before seeing her again.

The water on his skin never felt more welcoming. It always wakes him up. But it wasn't long before Melissa crept into his thoughts once again, and he had yet another erection to contend with. He was surprised by how quickly it came upon him and how strongly, given that he had just woken up.

But he didn't hesitate to deal with it this time. He now figured that masturbating was a far better alternative than what he had come so close to doing last night. He thought he might spend the rest of his life doing this now, like some hopeless substance addiction. But he started with one and stroked himself anyway.

He saw her wearing pink panties and nothing else. She pulled them down slowly. She stood before him and smiled. He pulled her close and began touching her body all over while she looked pleased. He touched her pussy and she looked grateful. This was going to make him come.

But then the bathroom door opened.

As soon as he heard it, a cool draft came in. He was so close to a tremendous orgasm, that part of him wished to continue and pretend he hadn't heard it.

This is not happening.

But it was. He peeked around the curtain and saw that it was. She was wearing running shorts and a tank top, and looked sweaty.

She was back from a run, and ready for a shower. She made eye contact with him briefly, then looked back at the mirror and began to pull her hair down. She was not trying to be sexual this time at all.

Part of him thought that she just meant to use the sink and be on her way. But then she sat down on the toilet and began to untie her shoes. He watched as she took them off, along with her socks, debating with himself whether to speak and what to say if he did. He didn't want to stop her.

"I'll be done in a minute..." he said, finally.

She didn't look at him at first. She tucked her socks into her shoes and got up to return to the sink. Then she took off her top, and just as casually, she took off her shorts and underwear together.

She was still not attempting to be sexy, but this only made Rick's penis ache for her even more. His mind repeated the same refrain: this is something he shouldn't be seeing. This is one of his sister's private sort of moments. And she undressed now the way she probably undresses everyday.

And after an ever-so-brief pause looking in the mirror, she turned and approached the shower. He just looked at her while she grabbed the curtain and pulled it open. They could now see each other, and she stopped. She looked at him, as if to say, "Are you going to let me in?" She could see that he yearned for her yet again, and she tried to hide her enjoyment. She wanted him to say it.

"Can you wait?" he said, not sounding assertive at all.

"I can," she replied. "Do you want me to?"

He quickly rationalized the thought of saying nothing. And he couldn't, but said nothing anyway. Then she stepped closer. Then still closer, and he stepped back. She moved in until she felt his member against her body, and moved in closer. She entered the shower at last.

He turned his body and backed into the showerhead to give her room. This time, she didn't move any closer just yet.

Melissa held back a slight smirk and said, "So did you have anymore washing to do, or do you just need to jerk off?"

He thought about the answer carefully. He did need to wash his hair, but under the circumstances, he decided to skip it.

He did need to jerk off, though. This is where he thought he would go when she turned him on, but now she was here too. He wanted to do it anyway. He ached too much not too.

"Do you want me to help?"

"...help?"

"Jerk you off. I will if you need me too."

He let out a laugh. She had a way of saying the exact right thing at the exact right moment to make him laugh. It was a very typical Melissa thing to do, something he'd always loved about her. And it snapped him right out of his passions, and all he saw before him was that loving sister of his.

She smiled, then grabbed his penis and started stroking it.

It was all still like a dream until he felt her hand, and then it became reality. He thought about the line being crossed, and he thought about someone walking in, and he thought about having dinner that evening with Melissa sitting across from him and talking with family.

But he let her continue.

He put up no resistance whatsoever. He looked at his beautiful sister's body up and down, and enjoyed her gleeful gaze on his own. She enjoyed doing what she'd wanted to do ever since she saw that she had made him horny for the first time. She wanted to make him come. It made her wet to know that she was doing this to him.

He was going to reach for her body to fondle and caress it, but he came before it mattered.

She cupped her hand as he came and squeezed his member in her palm, lovingly, rubbing his come around the tip. He looked at her, astounded by the unexpected playfulness. It seemed like no big deal to her. And it wasn't. They were in the shower, which was her favorite place to fool around.

"Feel better?" she said, still not sounding sexual at all. She might as well have been asking him, "Did you sleep well?"

He was aware of how much he was sweating, despite being in the shower. He ran his face and chest under the water again, until he heard her say, "Ok, seriously this time... get out of my hot water before it's all gone."

Their bodies pressed closer together than they'd ever been as they switched places. She was now faceing the showerhead and he got the first good look at her from behind. Her as was cute, and went well with her wide hips.

"Wait, before you go..." she said, with her face in the water.

He wasn't even sure if she wanted him to get out until she said it. This all seemed more like a fun game to her than a real sexual exploit. She just loved hanging out with her brother, is all. That was the vibe he got from her.

"Do my back?" she asked. She was putting soap onto a loofa when she said it, and handed it to him. He lathered it and began washing her back.

"You think mom's gonna make casserole this year?"

"That's a rather odd thing to ask right now, don't you think?"

"It's Thanksgiving. It's the most appropriate time, I'd say."

"No, I don't think so. I didn't see any fried onions."

"That's a shame." He was lathering up her sides and then her shoulders when she turned around, gesturing to continue. "Still," she said, as he continued to cover her breasts with soap, "this will be a Thanksgiving to remember."

"I'll say."

She was now looking at him differently. Still not so much with desire as much as adoration. It was how she looked up at him, even as she felt the loofa slide down between her legs. She almost wanted to suppress her sexual reaction to it and just enjoy being with her brother in this moment.

And so she gave into the urge that she did have, and stepped into him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. The sensation was erotic for both of them, but neither acted upon it. With restraint, they held each other.

Rick was hard again, but still restrained. She caressed his rear lovingly and he did the same.

The moment was broken when they both heard a sound in the hallway. Someone was awake and up and about.

Rick was looking down at her, now realizing that he would have gone further if not for the interruption. She felt the same. But they were back to reality. When he backed up to get out, they were as they were, as if they were swimming and none of it had happened.

But she stopped him one last time and hugged him again. "I can't wait for this day to be over," she said."Why is that," he asked.

"Because tonight, you and me are totally having sex."

***

It was Rick's mom that saw him leave the bathroom. "Why would you leave the water running?" she said, heading past Rick and into the bathroom.

"Mom, wait!"

She turned and waited for a response. And what came out of this mouth first, surprisingly, was the truth. "Melissa's still in there."

At first, Rick deflated. What to say now? He had to think of something fast.

"I showered earlier, but I forgot some things."

"Next time, you really should give your sister some more privacy."

She believed him.

"I know, I guess I wasn't thinking."

She didn't notice the shame on his face, or the erection he still had beneath is clothes.

***

Melissa was on pins and needles for the rest of the morning. She went out for a jog, circling the whole neighborhood in what seemed like no time at all. By the time she returned, the smell of the turkey was filling the house. It still felt like a dream.

Had she really just given her brother a handjob in the shower? Was she really planning to have sex with him tonight with the entire family in the house?

Yes she was. Every nerve in her body said yes.

She desired him most when he was in front of her, but her jog gave her plenty of time to think about the other side of her actions. She thought about what would happen if people found out, her parents most of all. She thought about all of the consequences, and she found fault with none of it. It was wrong and she knew it.

But it was such a rush, and it made her so wet.

Just thinking about how his fingers would feel, and how he would feel inside her, made her so horny she couldn't think clearly about it at all. He could have his way with her if he wanted, she realized. If and when the time came, she would be powerless against him. It was a wonder that they hadn't already fucked.

But she was not completely without power. She would drag it out, if she could. She was a woman, after all. Rick had tortured his little sister enough times in her life, she concluded, that it was time for a little payback.

It would also give her the ability to decide, unequivocally, if she wanted to have sex with Rick. Maybe the two would fool around and get bored, then their paths would diverge once again for many more years.

This little secret didn't need to get any bigger. Maybe this was a fun little secret experiment. It needn't go all the way.

But she wanted to go all the way, and she wanted it so badly.

She hadn't let on a bit, but her brother filled her with so much energy. Any minute, he would come downstairs and he would look at her, and she would want him more than ever. The day may be just as much torture for her, she worried.

She thought it very probable that sex with Rick would be unsurpassed for years to come, maybe for her whole life. He wouldn't be making her so damn horny if it wasn't true.

"Melissa, help me with this," she heard her mother say. She was pointing to a cupboard and her hand was covered in dough and flower.

This day will be long, indeed, she thought.

Melissa just stared into the cupboard, imagining Rick behind her pulling her sweatpants and underwear down and putting his cock inside her. Just thinking about it was giving her goosebumps.

"...do you need me to draw you a diagram?"

"Sorry," Melissa said, snapping out of her daydream.

"Honey, you ok?" Carol asked.

Melissa gave the bowl to her mom, and thankfully, her brother hadn't come downstairs just yet. This would be a long day, indeed.

***

When Johnny's family showed up, Rick was the only one in the living room. He was in a good mood, and decided to put on some old rock records. His cousins came in first, one of them wearing a very elaborate Native American mask. Carol's sister, Debra, followed them, along with her husband George.

"Brenda, put those in the kitchen," Debra said to the girl wearing the mask. "Here, take these upstairs." She was speaking to Bobby, Rick's other cousin, who took the bags and left.

And when the whole family entered, Rick became confused by the headcount.

As they discovered when Carol came downstairs, the memo was never received concerning the addition of Debra's mother-in-law, Margret. It was not clear how this would affect the sleeping arrangements. And this made her think of Melissa, and why it was noon and he hadn't seen his sister all morning.

She's regretting what they did, he concluded. She's hiding from him because she thinks they went too far.

They did go too far, though. There is no way to justify it anymore. He was not himself when he was with her this morning. It was as if a totally different driver took the wheel and he just watched it happen from the back seat.

But he wouldn't have done anything different.

He was the real driver the whole time. Ever since he saw her naked, he wanted her. He wanted to touch every square inch of her body, and he wanted more than ever to hear her scream in ecstasy. He wanted it all and more, and now a door has been opened that can never be closed again. The thought terrified him, but it also made his imagination much more vivid.

The things he wanted to do with her.

A familiar hand touched his shoulder and he turned to find Melissa smiling up at him. Any fear he had that she regretted her decision to join him in the shower was washed away forever. She was wearing a beautiful red dress. Dresses were unusual for Melissa, and everybody noticed.

"Oh honey! What a lovely dress... where did you get that?" Her mother rarely saw her daughter in anything but attire fit for sports, and she just had to show her off. "Bernie, dear, you'll never believe what your little girl is wearing this year!"

Melissa was blushing. She wasn't used to everyone seeing her like this, because she didn't like wearing this kind of stuff.

When she finally made eye contact with Rick, she was still blushing, but her eyes told Rick that he was the reason she was wearing it.

Later, they found themselves peeling potatoes together in the kitchen, while the rest of the family played outside.

"Where were you today? It's like you disappeared?"

She answered him without looking up. "Around. Went for a jog earlier."

"Are you having... regrets?" Normally, it isn't like him to be so direct. But if she'd convinced him of anything, it's that you might as well not beat around the bush.

"About what?"

"You know what..."

"Why would you think that?"

"I wouldn't blame you, you know. You disappear on me and I start to think that I fucked up my one and only kid sister for life." She smiled.

"Awe, you're worried about me..."

"I was."

"It was my choice, remember?"

"That's true. You did catch me off guard, too. But it's still..."

"I know where you're going."

"And?"

"Relax. We did it. I don't regret it. Maybe I will years from now, but right now..." she turned to look him in the eyes and said, "I think it's probably the most amazing thing I've ever done."

"You're fucking with me..."

She grinned and said, "Nope. And it was for you too, admit it."

She grabbed another potato and began peeling. Melissa was so casual about the conversation that Rick actually believed she was telling the truth.

He knew she was right, but was afraid to agree out loud.

"Well?" she asked.

"What?"

"Tell me that it wasn't the biggest rush, being with me this morning."

"It was a rush, that's for sure."

"I've never seen you like that." Her voice became sweeter, somehow. Like she was ready for an intimate conversation.

He took this seriously, and said, "I know just what you mean."

She responded by putting the peeler down and moving into him. She put her hand on him and rubbed him through his pants. He could see his mother about to enter from the patio.

Melissa heard her enter, but kept rubbing him. She knew she was blocking her mother's view. She rubbed him until he couldn't take it anymore, and pretended to walk to the fridge. Melissa was laughing quietly.

He grabbed a beer, just as Melissa grabbed his hand and said out loud, "C'mon, let's go get dirty!"

When he heard Carol say, "That's a good idea, you kids go play!" Rick was horrified, until he saw a football hit the patio outside where the rest of the family was playing. Then he felt like a dolt, and Melissa was cracking up.

***

The food was being served, and Melissa was hogging the sink from Rick. She wouldn't let him wash his hands, so he started tickling her. She cried out and splashed water at him, until Carol had to intervene with, "Settle down you two. Geez, I've never seen them actually get along."

But Melissa still had too much energy, and she was not ready to sit down to a boring meal with her family just yet. So she crossed the room to the patio door and turned to look at Rick. She held up a finger and beckoned him to follow. Nobody seemed to notice the two slip out the door. He closed the door behind him, and she took his hand and started running. But not for long.

There was a small bush beneath the big oak tree on the side of the house, and she pulled him until they reached it. They were both panting, and when they reached the tree, she pulled him in and kissed him, then took his hand and put it up her dress. She pulled away, and her eyes were smoldering.

He could still see the family settling in for the meal inside the house behind her, and he felt her cool hands running up inside his shirt and down again. She was indeed full of energy, and couldn't take her eyes off of Rick.

She quickly unbuttoned and undid his pants, then loosened and pulled them down slightly. She pulled his painfully erect dick out, now finally comfortable in the fresh air. Her face was beaming, and she stroked him lovingly as she got to her knees. "Melissa, we could get caught."

"This won't take long."

"I really don't think..."

The moist warmth of her mouth silenced him. Though her spontaneous and unbridled enthusiasm was felt by the way she held him, she moved him in and out of her mouth in a slow but steady rhythm. To Rick, it felt very practiced, though perhaps not for him. She knew what she was doing.

"Rick, are you coming?" It was his mother's voice.

It felt so good that I thought he might risk getting caught just to finish.

"Not yet, Ma!" he said, not realizing at first that he'd made a joke. He summoned all the strength not to laugh, and Melissa did the same, even having to stop for a moment. It was just too funny.

"Well come on, we're ready to say grace. What are you doing out there?" She started walking towards them. Melissa couldn't see her coming, so she put him back into her mouth and continued.

What to do, he thought. Oh shit. Shit this feels good. Oh shit.

"Mom, I'll be there in a minute ok?"

"Is your sister with you?"

"I'll be there. A little privacy?"

Carol stopped. "Wait. Are you...? Geez Rick, you know we have a bathroom in the house."

He was about to come. "Yeah, I, uh, just... felt... like... ohh... ohh... u-using... ohh..."

He was still looking at his mother when he came. His mother was twenty feet from him, still looking puzzled. She turned, though, to give him privacy. "You are just like your father. You were all raised in a barn. I tell you, if it weren't for the female race..."

Melissa held him inside while he finished, and swallowed when he was done.

Melissa was smiling up at Rick, who caressed the top of her head lovingly before zipping himself back up. "Ok, ok," he said, cutting his mom off. "Let's go inside, I'm ready to eat something." He said this last bit while looking Melissa in the eyes, and she got the message.

He went inside with his mother. When Melissa came inside a couple minutes later, she told them she'd gone for a quick run to use up the energy she still had. As luck would have it, Carol made a place for Melissa right next to Rick.

George talked about his car dealership, and his wife tried changing the subject several times. Her mother tried changing the subject several times as well, and it became something of a running joke for the evening.

But this somehow lead into the question of where she would be sleeping, and Carol gave her the choice. "I can't sleep on your couch," she said. "That thing is way too firm, I wouldn't last the night."

"So sleep in Melissa's bed. She can sleep on an air mattress."

"But I thought I was sleeping on an air mattress," Rick said. "Do we have more than one?"

"We brought a couple for Bobby and Bren," George said.

"We used to have two, but your cousin dropped the speaker on it last year and now it doesn't hold air anymore." Bernard was speaking to Carol, who didn't look happy at the accusation.

"It wasn't a speaker, it was the record player. And that thing was already fading before he dropped it, so don't you go blaming him. Now, we'll figure something out."

Melissa said to Rick, "You can sleep on the air mattress, and I'll just head back to my place. It's no big deal."

"Oh nonsense, young lady! I won't have you driving home on today of all days. Just share the mattress for one night, it's no big deal."

Melissa was grinning at the answer she'd been waiting for. "The lady has a point. I'm fine with that if you are."

Rick breathed in heavy and made a histrionic face, then said, "But you have coodies..." The whole table exploded with laughter, and the matter was settled.

He was sleeping with his sister, and everyone was ok with it.

As the meal was winding down, Carol asked who wanted to dig into her famous apple pie. Melissa, now happier than ever, jumped up and said, "I'll get it, Ma. You've been on your feet all day."

Before she left the table, she leaned in to Rick and whispered, "I thought you should know I'm not wearing any underwear." She winked at him and then skipped over to counter in the kitchen.

"Would you look at this, honey?" Carol, Debra and Margret were all laughing. "First the dress, now she's ready to serve us. Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?"

"Once a year, I'm known to surprise people."

She took the towel off the pie and removed it from the stove. She cut the pieces up for the table, then brought the pie to the table. She began serving everyone one at a time, impersonating a crotchety old waitress, to the enjoyment of everyone.

And when she finally served Rick his piece, and she leaned in and whispered directly into his ear, "I want you inside me right now."

She looked him in the eyes, and her face became more serious. She put the pie onto his plate slowly, and when she was done looking at him, her silliness took a pause. He was not shaken by this, as she had hoped. She meant to tease him, but now she really did want him inside her.

She sat down sideways in her chair facing Rick, with her arm over the back. The other hand wiped some cinnamon off the serving knife, and she licked it slowly while Rick watched.

"That's it for me," she said, kicking her shoes off and putting her crossed legs on Rick's lap. "Now you must serve us ladies."

Carol and Margret were the intended audience, and her performance worked like a charm. "I see. Well in order to serve, I must know what I am serving."

"Irish coffee. Was there any question?"

"Oh that sounds pretty good," Debra said.

Carol agreed. "Yes, it's big in this family, believe me."

"It is settled," Melissa said. "Onward, manservant, for to fetch us our coffee!" She said this while lifting her legs to let him out, and grinned at him.

"Your wish is my command," he said jokingly, then got up. He turned to her and bowed, and she laughed.

Carol was awestruck. She turned to Margret and said, "Honestly, I don't know what's come over these two today. I tell you, when they were little, they couldn't stand each other."

"Hey, that's not totally true, Mom," Melissa objected.

"Oh I beg to differ. You remember the ping pong ball ordeal. Oh my. We used to have this ping pong table in the basement, and every time Melissa would have a playdate, Ricky would put the ball up in this little light fixture in the wall, because he knew she wouldn't be able to get to it. And she would come upstairs crying her eyes out because he was being so mean..."

"Oh that's funny..." Margret was smiling sweetly.

"Thanks for reminding me of that, Mom." Melissa was blushing, and no longer in performance mode.

"Yeah... about that time I kept hiding your ping pong balls... really sorry about that, Sis." Rick was grinning, and Melissa picked up a rolled up napkin and threw it at him.

"Do we not have anymore coffee?"

"It's up here, dork," Melissa said, getting up to show him. "Mom puts it away when she bakes, remember. Here," she said, opening a cupboard.

"It's a good thing she didn't put it on the top shelf where you can't reach it, or you'd go crying to Dad."

"Shut up! Mom!"

"You're not on my insurance anymore, Sweetie. You're on your own."

Rick laughed at her, and she started tickling him again. A moment later, the discussion at the table had moved on, and Rick shared a glance with Melissa that seemed like genuine happiness.

"Sorry I didn't say it earlier, but you do look really beautiful in that dress."

"You're the reason I'm wearing it."

"I kinda figured. Why that one, though? I've seen you in others that are more..."

"Family-friendly?"

"Yes. You look like you're headed to a bar."

"There's only one reason I wear this."

"And that is...?"

When she answered him, she had a Hello-Isn't-This-Obvious tone in her voice: "Getting laid."

She winked again and took a finished drink to the table, where the women were talking about Frank Sinatra.

***

The night was winding down with the traditional movie. It was always a western, and this year, it was The Outlaw Josey Wales. Brenda lamented not knowing where her Indian mask went, and when her mother told him it was in the car, she was suddenly disinterested. Ready for bed.

Some had already nodded off into a turkey coma, which just meant Melissa had more of an excuse to torture her brother.

She was going to get them caught, he decided, because she kept pushing the boundaries. She would find excuses to bend over and pick things up, and she would even flash him when no one was looking. Now she was laying on the couch with her feet on his lap, and she was rubbing him through his pants with her feet.

She bent her left knee, the one facing the room, and she snuck her right hand between her legs. No one could see where her hand was but Rick. He was once again throbbing between his own legs while she continued to massage him.

He had the clearest view of Melissa's pussy that he'd ever had. She wasn't doing it to give herself pleasure, though. She just wanted to see him watch. She knew he couldn't look away, even though the whole family was in the room.

At times he looked up from watching his sister touch herself to see his mom looking at him. She saw nothing alarming, but it still gave him a scare. And Melissa wouldn't stop.

His left hand was already beside her waist, resting comfortably and not getting into any trouble. She took it and slid it under her dress. Before he even realized it, he was touching her there for the first time.

His thumb rubbed her up and down, and she had to bite her own lip to contain her excitement. Once again, teasing him backfired. This was torture for both of them.

He would never forget that The Outlaw Josey Wales is a really long fucking movie.

***

"I really feel bad about putting you out like this," Margret said to Melissa.

"Oh, don't even worry about it. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Margaret was getting settled into the bed, and opened a drawer on the night stand. "If you don't mind, I'm going to put my glasses in here. I don't want anything to happen to them, since I only brought one pair with me."

"Whatever you need," Melissa replied.

Melissa took her shoes off and went to her dresser to grab a brush. She let her hair down and brushed it, then put the brush down. Rick hadn't returned from the bathroom, so she got an idea.

He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He was wearing just his pajama bottoms, even though he knew it was a bad idea so long as his sister was around. The door was open a crack, so she slipped in quietly and put her arms around him from behind. Before he knew what was happening, she was pulling his dick out and stroking it.

He looked at her in the mirror. "Melissa!" he said in a whisper. "You're going to get us caught."

She kept stroking him, and clearly wasn't dissuaded.

"Ok, stop. Seriously." He turned around to face her, and his face even said that he was excited to see her. "We need to cool it for the night, ok?"

"You can't make me wait, Rick. I really want to do this."

"I know, I know. Listen, you and me will wait until everyone leaves tomorrow. We'll have the whole house to ourselves. Then I'll fuck your brains out, I promise."

"But I want you now," she said. "You would make me wait?" Then she took a few steps towards the tub so that he could see her whole body. She gracefully slipped her dress off and let it fall, and in seconds was naked.

He was so stunned yet again by her beauty that she had to say, "You wanna close the door?" He turned and realized that it was wide open, and immediately shut it.

She walked up to him and pressed her body against his. This time, she rubbed his penis between her thighs and against her pussy. She was determined.

"Melissa," he was saying, his heart pounding. "They'll hear us. Do you want to get caught? Don't you know what that will mean?"

"The longer this takes, the more likely we will get caught. So why don't you just fuck me now."

She propped herself up on the counter and spread her legs for him, and pulled him close. She was guiding the tip to her, and he could already feel the wetness within. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Not like this," he said. He took a step back and saw just how heavy she was breathing. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them.

The pain in her eyes at that moment bothered him, but he knew he was making the right decision.

"I know," he said. He was acknowledging her frustration, so he did the only thing he thought right to do in that moment.

He got to his knees, took her legs firmly into his hands and spread them, and then he began licking his sister's pussy for the first time.

He meant to be quick about it, but he'd be kidding himself if he thought he wasn't looking forward to it. He knew that he was good at eating pussy, and that's why he wanted to eat Melissa's pussy as soon as he saw it for the first time. Because she would love it.

She had no idea just how much her brother wanted to eat her pussy. She had been thinking about fucking him all day, but she honestly didn't think that much about this part. She was so ecstatic that she wanted to laugh as he ate her. She tried, but it was too loud.

Rick is eating my pussy, she kept thinking. This is fucking incredible.

She could sense how much he wanted to do this, and that did it more than anything. Her own brother buried between her thighs, licking his sister to make her come. She bit a finger to hold back a gasp, and he didn't stop.

Even though Rick did not spend very much time at all licking her pussy, the moment she would remember for the rest of her life arrived at once, and she came. It was without a doubt the best orgasm of her life.

He returned to his nightly business as if it was no big deal, and she still had her eyes closed and was dripping with sweat. He finished his brushing, rinsed, and when he was wiping his face with a towel, she opened her eyes once again. He smiled and turned to leave, as if to say, "There is much more where that came from."

She didn't even flinch when the door opened. If anyone saw her like this, with her legs spread and dripping wet, oh well. She was dizzy, and let him leave without protest.

He was holding his towel and things at his waist to cover his erection, but it didn't matter. When he got back to the room, he saw that Margaret actually sleeps with an eye mask.

He slipped into bed quickly anyway, just in case, and lay there for a good while. He was still wired, so he didn't know how he was going to get through the night.

He couldn't get Melissa's pussy out of his head.

He would eat her pussy again. And again. As many times as she would let him. And the more he thought about that, the more his penis ached for his sister.

He thought that he might have to go for a walk. He was going to be hard as a rock as long as he had to sleep on this mattress with Melissa, and she would likely be teasing him all night as well. Maybe if he snuck out now, she would be asleep by the time he got back.

Then, when everyone goes out to breakfast in the morning, the two of them will say they want to sleep in. And when they leave, that's when he'll turn to Melissa and rip her panties off, and he'll give his little sister the fuck of her life. Like she wanted him to.

It was a great plan, but just as he was about to leave and execute the plan, Melissa returned to the room. She was in a towel, and she smiled when she saw Rick. The smile seemed to suggest a "thank you," but also something else. Her smile brightened to a silent laugh as she noticed Margret wearing an eye mask. She pointed to it and looked at Rick.

Then she dropped the towel completely, and did a little twirl for Rick. She found it all to be too much fun, and now she would get to sleep naked with her brother.

"If you still need to do anything, you can leave the light on for however long you need." Margaret's voice made Melissa freeze, and Rick tried not to laugh.

"It looks like Rick may already be asleep, and I was just turning it off. But thank you, Marge." She flipped the light, and was somewhat hopeful that it would actually be pitch black. But there was a nightlight next to the dresser behind Melissa, and when she slipped into bed, all he could see at first was a silhouette.

He wanted to touch her, and now more than ever it all felt like a dream to Rick. But she didn't just slip into bed. She removed the covers and pulled his pants off completely in one gentle but quick motion. He had little opportunity for protest. He felt her take his penis in her hand, and she stroked it a few times. Then he felt her mouth, and knew what she meant to do. This was part of the 'thank you.'

She sat up again and then moved to lay beside him, leg draped across his waist. Even on a squeaky air mattress, she hardly made a sound at all in all this. She kissed his neck and fondled him all over, with no sign of stopping.

Then she propped herself up again and slid the leg all the way over. She straddled him, looking down.

She moved her hips up once very slowly and then back down.

He felt her pussy rubbing against him, and she did this a few more times.

He couldn't see her face, but he felt her wet pussy.

Then she lowered her upper body onto his, so he felt her breasts against him. She raised her hips up until she had room to reach for his penis. She took it gently and guided the tip to her lips once more. When she did this, she whispered straight into his ear, "You're not going to make me wait."

She lowered her hips and he entered her for the first time. When he was all the way in, she kissed him again on the neck, then on the mouth.

Then she rose her hips and brought them down again, this time deeper. She moved her hips side to side gently, and felt him touching her all over inside. She savored him with each and every movement.

She continued her slow and steady movements, never missing a beat, and all without making a sound. But her cheek was against his, and every shudder she made sent short but quiet moans into his ear.

Her breathing was all he heard, and every stifled scream or dim whimper served to harden him further. They were feeding each other's appetites.

When she spoke into his ear again, and her voice sounded both exhilarating and deafening.

"Rick... I can't believe we're doing this..."

Melissa was tingly all over, and was now sweating. She was maintaining her extremely slow but steady pace, and now felt an orgasm arriving. As it grew, she slowed, her movements deeper but longer. Then it came, and she moved slightly to prolong it. Her whole body shuddered, and Rick held her while she came.

Her mouth was now wide open, and Rick sensed it even in the dark. He covered her mouth immediatedly, knowing that she meant to scream. She bit down on his hand and squeezed him with her body, still shuddering, while he let her.

She at last fell into him, and both were aware of the rapid beating of their hearts. They were sweating and breathing into each other, and Rick was ready for more. He moved her hips up and down playfully, realizing how hard he still was. And she realized it too.

He couldn't see it, but it made her smile. He was right, she realized. She wouldn't stop until he did what she wanted him to do. But she couldn't think about it now.

She wished he would stop moving her, because feeling him inside her still hard as ever was making her crazy. She was still tingling from her orgasm. Her eyes were starting to water, and she'd never known them to do that. This was all just too much for her to handle.

He was not aware of the effect it was having on her. He just couldn't get enough being inside her. Holding her wet body close to him, hearing her moan into his ear, and feeling her warm pussy around his shaft like a glove.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her the way he wanted to have her, and it had to be now. So whispered, "Get up." She seemed confused, so he repeated, "Get up and put something on." She was still confused, but she responded to the sense of urgency and command in his voice.

He threw on his PJ's and waited for her to find something. She found it challenging, and were it not for Rick's sudden excitement and energy, she would have been annoyed. All she wanted to do was lay there and doze off.

She found her tanktop and some underwear. He might have normally suggested something more just to be sure, but he didn't care. He would wander the house with his sister in her underwear, he didn't care. He would just be ripping them off anyway.

He took her hand and lead her out of the room and down the hall. They zipped down the stairs in a flash, and his pace quickened. The two were practically skipping across the house. Her heart was now racing.

She opened her mouth to say, "What's gotten into you," but she knew the answer. She knew what he wanted to do, and she followed in silence. She followed, even as her knees weakened. By the time they arrived at the garage, she didn't think she could go any further.

And her loins were on fire.

He closed the door behind them and pulled her around to the side of the car. She felt the cold concrete under her bare feet and felt the dust and oil in the air. The dirtiness of it excited her.

He opened the car door and turned to face her. He grabbed the bottom of her tanktop and used it to pull her into him and held her for a moment, his nose touching hers. They breathed into each other until they couldn't take anymore, and they kissed. His hands touched her body all over, and she did the same, and they kissed until kissing wasn't enough.

He pulled her top off, and then her underwear. His hand found her pussy, and kissed her again while he fingered her.

Chapitre 2904: OPEN DOORS

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Chapitre 2904: OPEN DOORS

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