Incest/Taboo Amber

In the next couple of months, Amber and Bobby were not alone as much as they wanted, but when they were, they almost always made love. Amber had learned to give him a blow-job, though she still wasn't quite ready for him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to, but Bobby reassured her that if she never did that for him that he was perfectly okay with it.

They both preferred making love. Sometimes she would spread her legs, welcoming Bobby to impale her with his hard cock, then they would just lay still, whispering to each other, barely moving. They would kiss and Bobby sometimes licked and sucked her breasts which, incredibly, had continued to fill out.

Kaley, the twins' mother, had told Billy after their trip together that what they had done was totally out of bounds and that she just couldn't continue to participate in such a thing. Billy had given lip service to what she said, ostensibly agreeing with her that what they had done was wrong and could never happen again.

Kaley was doing an interim teaching position at a local school. All three siblings were enrolled at the local college. As it worked out, Amber and Bobby's schedules matched well enough that they could ride together some days. Billy usually drove himself to school. He got home a couple of hours before they did, but sometimes had night classes.

Kaley was home all day one Friday because of 3 day weekend break for the school system. Billy arrived home shortly after noon. She was busily dusting and mopping the floors and cleaning the downstairs bathroom, along with other household chores.

"Hey, Honey, I didn't know you got home this early," she told him.

"Yeah, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I do. Later on Tuesday and Thursday," he told her as he enjoyed the view of her legs as she stood on a stool dusting a bookcase. Her shorts were tight and short and the strappy tee-shirt that she wore emphasized her magnificent breasts. His cock began to harden immediately.

"Have you had lunch? I can fix you something," she told him as she stepped down from the stool.

He moved close to her and put his arms around her, pulling her to him. "The only thing I'm hungry for is you," he grinned.

She endeavored to push him away. "No, Billy," she groaned. "We talked about this. You agreed that we couldn't..."

He reached around and grasped her butt-cheeks and pulled her against him, pressing his erection against her. "I wasn't horny at that moment, Mom. I know you want it," he told her as he tightened his grip on her ass, not allowing her to move away from him.

She took both hands and pushed at his shoulders. "No, Billy. No. I said NO!"

Billy grinned. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, then licked and kissed her throat all the way down to her prominent cleavage.

"Billy," she gasped. "No, Honey, please let me go!"

Still gripping her ass with one hand, he pulled one of the straps of her tee shirt down her shoulder, revealing the upper half of one of her breasts. He reached inside her bra and tweaked her nipple, then pulled the other strap down and roughly wrestled her shirt below her bra. Then he pulled her bra straps down her shoulders as she continued to, half-heartedly, struggle against him. Her breasts were now revealed to his lecherous gaze and he roughly pinched one of her nipples, then the other one.

"Billy, STOP!" she yelled, beating on his back with her fists.

Billy stooped and, reaching behind her knees, picked her up. He carried her into her bedroom and kicked the door shut. "Get your clothes off or I'll rip them off," he ordered. He kicked his shoes off, pulled his shirt over his head and began to unfasten his jeans.

"Billy, no...Honey...please don't make me do this..." she gasped as she unfastened her bra and let it fall to the bed. They she wrestled her top over the top of her head. "We can't. Seriously!" She was so eager for him that it was hard to even give lip-service to her faux protests.

Billy allowed his jeans to fall to the floor, followed quickly by his boxer briefs. His thick cock sprang into view. He stepped out of his pants, quickly removed his socks and got on top of his mother, straddling her.

"Billy, you bad boy!" she gasped.

"Me? You're the naughty girl," he smirked. "Wearing those little short shorts and that sexy blouse around the house. What did you expect that I was going to do? There's only so much a man can take!"

"But I didn't know you were coming home," she argued.

"You could have changed as soon as I came in. You know how sexy your body is. You know what it does to men. You know what it does to me!" he smiled as he bent forward to kiss her lips.

She kissed him, inserting her tongue into his mouth. She loved when he sucked her tongue and she loved to suck his. She could feel his naked cock rubbing between her legs. She didn't offer to take her shorts off, knowing that Billy would soon remove them and then would do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't wait!

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I can't ever get enough of you." Then he grinned and said, "And you're such a naughty girl! I'm going to have to punish you."

Her eyes flashed with excitement. "No, Billy, no! I'm sorry. I will be good. I promise. I will suck your dick. I'll let you fuck me. I'll make you an apple pie!" she giggled. "Just don't punish me!"

Billy stood and grasped the top of her shorts. She wrestled away from him to the other side of the bed, standing with the bed between them. "No, Billy, you can't punish me!" she smiled.

"Get over here, NOW!" he commanded her. "It's just going to be worse. Get over here!"

Kaley giggled. "What are you going to do? You have to catch me first." Her eyes glittered with excitement. "Just let me suck that thing," she said as she pointed at his thick cock as it bounced when he moved.

He quickly crawled across the bed toward her, but she deftly moved to the other side of the bed and opened the bedroom door. She took her breasts in her hands and hefted them. "Want these, Baby? Want to suck them? Kiss them? Bite them? You hafta catch me first!" she laughed as she ran from the room.

Billy ran out of her bedroom and saw her at the top of the stairs, waving at him. He quickly ran up the stairs and into the room he shared with his brother. His mother was on his bed, positioned on all fours.

"You sexy bitch," he breathed. "You're asking for it!"

"Oh? I'm willing to beg," she giggled. "And who are you calling a bitch?"

He approached the bed and, grasping his mother's extremely tight shorts, started peeling them and her panties down her thighs. He popped her ass with his hand, hard.

"Be careful, Baby. Butt-cheeks only. Not my thighs, please," she gasped.

"Sorry," he said as he smacked her bottom again. "Fuck, your ass is perfect!" he gasped.

"Spank me, Baby. I need it!" she sobbed.

He wrestled her shorts and panties down and off, then felt of her pussy. She was so very wet and ready for whatever he wanted! He popped her ass again. And again. And again.

"Oh I love it," she gasped, as she rolled over and opened her legs. "Spank my naughty pussy, Baby!" she moaned.

Billy took the flat of his hand and popped her pussy, making sure that he smacked both her clit and her labia. "Fuck!" she groaned. "Yes!"

Billy popped her again and, seeing how she loved it, did it again. His cock was throbbing with need. He glanced and saw that his cock-head was covered with pre-cum and that it was actually dripping off the end. He smacked her pussy again.

"Oh Baby, I love that. You're going to make me cum!" she groaned. "Bite my nipples?"

He moved onto the bed and began to gently lick and kiss and suck her breasts. Then he tentatively bit one of her nipples.

"Fuck, Billy. That hurts so good! I wish you could just chew on them, but they hurt so bad later," she gasped.

"I don't want that, Mom," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're my sweet Baby," she groaned as she looked into his face. "Make love to me, Billy."

Billy got between her legs and, placing his cock-head at her opening, eased himself inside her. She was still very tight, but so gloriously wet that he slid to the hilt easily. "Oh fuck it's so good," he moaned, fighting his orgasm.

"You are a bad boy," she groaned. "I'm going to cum. Please don't move, Honey."

He could feel his mother begin to tremble and her breathing became ragged. She gasped and groaned, almost silently, as she put her hand on his face and looked into his eyes. "I love you so much, Billy."

He tried not to move as he felt her come down from her orgasm, her breathing eventually becoming more regular. She kept her eyes closed for several moments and he sensed that she was just savoring her orgasm and the feel of his thick cock sunk to the hilt in her sex-starved body.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She looked, to him, like a supermodel. Tall, firm and shapely breasts, lean, blonde hair, blue eyes, ultra-white and straight teeth.

"Want to cum in my mouth, Baby?" she whispered.

He grinned. "Is that what you want, you naughty girl? A mouthful of your own son's sperm? Or do you want it in your hot little pussy?"

"If I get to choose, I want to taste it, but you get to do whatever you want. I can't stop you," she reminded him.

"You know what you really need is a good ass fucking," he told her, thoughtfully.

"Yes, I sure do, but we may have to do that next time, huh?"

"What if I just take it?" he asked.

"That's hot, Baby. I like that thought. But if you do that, I'm not putting it in my mouth afterward. I'm nasty, but not stupid!"

"I can't hold it much longer," he gasped, still just lying still inside her.

"What are you thinking about...I mean what gets you over the top when we do it?"

"Everything, but mostly how beautiful you are," he whispered.

"Oh Baby, that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I need to cum again. Will you let me?"

"Let you?" he laughed. "That's what this is all about. What do you want me to do?"

"Just fuck me really slowly. If you need to cum, go ahead. Don't hold it back. We can cum together," she whispered as she stroked his face. "Then I'll clean you off with my mouth, if you'll let me," she smiled.

He began to withdraw and then plunge back inside his mother. Immediately the look on her face was one of pure rapture. She gasped and thrust her loins up at him, very deliberately and slowly, grinding herself into him. She tweaked her nipples and alternately closed and opened her eyes.

"You're such a good lover, Baby," she gasped. "It's just perfect. Oh Billy it's so fucking good!" she groaned as her climax hit her like an earthquake.

Billy felt the fiery hot rush of his cum begin to spurt from his cock. He looked into his mother's gorgeous face and thought that nothing had ever felt this perfect in his entire life. It felt as if a river of his young, potent sperm was pouring into his mother's needy pussy. It felt as if her cunt was milking every last drop of his man-seed out of his thick, young cock.

He collapsed on his mother, gasping for air. "Oh Mom, so good," he croaked.

She looked in his face. "You're the best. Ever. EVER!" she groaned.

She kissed him and they lay there whispering and kissing until his deflating cock slipped out of her. She pushed him onto his back and got between his legs. She picked up his cock, which was covered in their mingled juices. It had shriveled until it was only about 4 inches long and almost totally soft. She began to lick it, then took it in her mouth and savored the flavor of their juices. As she knew would happen, he began to harden again. Boys! They could be ready to go again in just a few minutes. As she continued to lick and kiss and suck his cock, he soon was rock-hard again. She eagerly took him into her throat and, simultaneously, managed to make eye contact with him. Yes, he was in awe of her skills. That was so exciting to her.

After a moment she relinquished his throbbing shaft. She smiled as she crawled up over him and, holding him in place, sank down until she had impaled her sopping-wet pussy. "Oh that's good," she groaned.

He smiled. "You can't get enough, can you, naughty girl?"

She laughed. "You're so funny, Billy. I love it. Do you think that it would be this good if we did it often?"

"No. Of course not, but that doesn't mean I don't want it. I would do this every day."

"I couldn't take it every day, Honey. Not all the spanking and stuff."

"Well, we can't, anyway. When you're through with this interim job, we might be alone more, though. What do you think?" he asked as she rode up and down on his tumescent shaft.

"No," she smiled. "I'm never letting you do this again. You can't make me!"

"Not gonna let me, huh? You know I can take what I want, don't you?" he said arrogantly.

"You are man enough to take what you want? You don't have to be given permission, do you?" she gasped, grinding up and down on his cock-shaft.

"No. I will take you whenever I want it. If I have to hold you down or tie you up, I will get what I need," he groaned, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming.

"You don't just want it, do you, Baby?" she gasped. "You need it, don't you? You need your Mommy's body, don't you? You have to have me, don't you? Oh fuck, I am CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGG!!"

"Yes, I need your hot body. And I will have it whenever I want it!" he grunted as his mother flailed on his cock, screaming her passion as she orgasmed. He began to cum again. Hot jets of his cum poured out, once again, into his mother's sexy body. He couldn't believe how sexy her body looked as she rode his cock. Her perfect breasts jiggled so enticingly. He suddenly sat up and suckled one of her breasts, then the other. She hugged him to her body, moaning her appreciation.

"OH, BILLY, you're so good to your Mommy," she moaned.

They lay next to each other for a few moments. Billy checked the time. "I hate to break this up, but they may be home from school before long. Next time you seduce me, we better stay downstairs," he laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind, but you're not getting this again," she smiled as she grabbed her clothes and ran down the stairs.

Amber and Bobby had many discussions, and arguments, about dating. When Amber went on a date, Bobby always asked a lot of questions and acted very jealous if she so much as kissed her date. He, on the other hand, didn't like it when Amber asked about his dates.

He had been dating a girl with whom he had some classes. She was about Amber's height, 5-3, and was really put together, with large breasts and shapely legs. Bobby thought that she was smoking hot and when he got the opportunity to get her alone at her apartment, he had had sex with her.

After this had happened a few times, he began to feel guilty about not telling Amber. He loved Amber more than he had ever loved anyone and, if she had been his girlfriend, he would never have cheated on her. But she wasn't. She was his sister and he knew there was no future in their relationship. They couldn't marry and they couldn't have children together. Still, she loved him and he loved her. They made love whenever they could. He felt that he should tell her what he had been doing, even though he knew it would hurt her.

On the way back home from school one day, he was driving and wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying. He was thinking about what he wanted to tell her.

"Bobby, you're not listening to a thing I'm saying," she said.

He sighed. "I need to tell you something, Amber," he said, as he turned into a parking lot and parked the car.

"What is it?"

"I should have already told you," he muttered, unable to even look in her eyes. "I've been having sex."

She sat there, her face a mask of pain. He could tell that she was hurt and was trying to control her emotions. She reached in her pocket for a Kleenex and started dabbing at her eyes.

"Amber, I love you. I always will. I don't think that I'll ever love a woman like I do you. But..." he stammered. "We've been over all this."

She sobbed and tried to speak. Tears streamed down her face. It broke his heart.

"I don't deserve you," he said.

"I knew this was coming," she sniffled. "We have to move on. We both know that. We can't have each other..." She wailed and bent forward as if she might throw up.

"I've handled this whole thing wrong. I've been jealous when you dated, and then I kept what I did a secret..."

"Yes, you handled it wrong. It hurts, Bobby. You know it does."

"I know. My selfishness has hurt the one person on earth that I love the most. That is you, Amber. It always will be," he whispered as he tried to hug her. She pulled away from him.

"From now on, when I go out on a date, don't ask me about it. If I want you to know something, I'll tell you," she sniffled. "If you're going to fuck everybody you go out with, then so will I."

"Amber..."

"Sex means nothing to you, Bobby. That's the difference in us. I've never done it with anyone but you and it's always special, because I love you. It isn't just biological," she told him, angrily.

"Amber, I know what you're saying is true, but sex is not always about love. Sometimes it's just lust. Sometimes it just feels good, but means nothing. Sometimes it's a mixture. There are things that turn you on. Right?" he countered.

"Sex with you is good because I'm in love with you," she whimpered. "You could be ugly and I would still love it."

He scoffed. "Well, I'm not that good looking, but if my appearance was disgusting, you wouldn't enjoy it as much. There's more to it than just emotion. There's a visual component and there's all kinds of psychological components."

"When did you become Sigmund Freud?" she smiled through her tears.

"You've admitted to me that one thing that makes sex between us good is that it's forbidden. Right?"

"Well, yes, that does spice it up. It's still based on love though, Bobby," she replied.

"We've watched porn together, Amber. I've seen some of the things that turn you on. Everyone is turned on by different stimuli. Everybody's different. Sex between us is great because we love each other, but it's not JUST that...you're incredibly sexy and pretty. That would turn me on whether I loved you or not. Sorry, just being honest," he stated.

"I'm selfish too, Bobby. I wanted you to myself. I know there's no future in it. I just can't imagine ever loving anyone like I do you. I just don't," she gasped as a fresh torrent of tears flowed down her face.

Bobby undid his seat belt and took her into his arms. "Baby Sister, I love you more than anyone on earth. That's not going to change. Ever," he whispered.

She smiled through her tears. "Speaking of stimuli," she sniffled. "That 'Baby Sister' stuff...that does it for me."

"Yeah, me too, obviously," he smiled.

"Nobody's home, Big Brother," she smiled. "Why are we wasting time here?"

Billy had turned over a new leaf as far as Amber was concerned. He had, at one time, been very unkind to her and had called her names. He had told her that she was ugly and scrawny and a nerd. Now she was neither ugly (she really had never been unattractive) nor scrawny. He admired her work ethic and he even admired the fact that she went to church, though the rest of the family rarely did. She was always kind, even when someone was unkind to her.

He couldn't, however, get her off of his mind. She had blossomed into one of the sexiest girls he knew. She had grown a few inches and her breasts had developed so much in the last few months that he couldn't keep his eyes off of them. He had come home drunk one day and forced her to let him pull her shirt up and lick her perfect B-cup breasts. He had felt really bad about it afterward, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. Amber didn't treat him much differently, but he had noticed that she was more careful about what she wore to walk across the hall from her bedroom to the bathroom at bedtime. He could see down the hallway from his bed, but was rarely ever rewarded with a view of her dressed scantily, as used to be the norm.

As luck would have it, Bobby had a lab late on Wednesday afternoon. On most days Amber and Bobby rode to school together, but on Wednesday, they went separately and Amber got home around 1 PM. Billy was usually home by Noon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He was almost always playing video games or studying when she got home.

One Wednesday she got home and when she climbed the stairs, saw that the twins' bedroom door was closed. She knew Billy was home because his car was in the driveway. He was probably napping or watching porn. She felt the need for a nap, herself - just an hour or so and then she would feel more like studying. She went into her room, closed the door, and removed all her clothes except for her panties, and put a tee shirt on that came down slightly below her crotch.

She had had tacos for lunch and felt the need to brush her teeth. Assuming that Billy wouldn't come out of his room, she went across the hall into the bathroom and began brushing. She realized, too late, that she should have closed the door. She heard Billy's door open and he appeared in the doorway. A few months previously, she wouldn't have thought much of being dressed this way in front of him. She had assumed that she didn't have anything that he really wanted to see, anyway. But after he had forced himself on her when he was drunk, she had tried to be more careful. She was aware, now, that he found her attractive. She was actually very turned on that he found her attractive, but she knew that wearing skimpy clothes around him might cause him to try something again -- and, if that should happen, she didn't trust how she might react. She didn't think he would do anything, sober, but just the way he looked at her made he horny -- and she absolutely did not need to be horny for him. There was no way she could rationalize being intimate with both of her brothers. It would be way too complicated, as well. She tried to put it out of her mind.

"Oh, I didn't know you were home," he said, yawning. "I had to have me a nap. I have to read a whole book and write a report tonight." She noticed that he wore nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. She had seen him like this hundreds of times, but things had changed between them in the last few months. He looked hot. She wanted him, she admitted to herself -- but it could not happen. No way.

She reached and pulled at the hem of her short shirt. She spat her toothpaste out and asked, "What book? A novel?"

"The Red Badge of Courage."

"Oh, Stephen Crane. You'll like that," she said as she rinsed her toothbrush and examined her teeth in the mirror. She could see the reflection of him checking out her butt. Her heart raced. That made her so hot when men checked her out! It was exponentially hotter when it was Billy, though. He just seemed way more off limits -- more taboo -- than did Bobby. She couldn't help but imagine doing the same things with Billy that she had with Bobby. She imagined that, because it would feel like cheating, she would be even more excited by Billy.

Suddenly he walked up behind her and placed a hand on her bottom. He whispered in her ear, "You can help me, can't you, Little Sister?"

That was one of the many 'pet names' that Bobby had for her. She liked the idea of him, Bobby, being her big brother, her protector, the one who took care of her and met her needs. Now Billy was using those words and touching her bottom. She had to stop him, and she had to cover up the fact that it was exciting to her! She could not allow him to do what he had done before.

"Billy, get your fucking hands off of me!" she gasped, attempting to turn around. He had moved toward her and had her pressed against the vanity. She couldn't turn around. His hand cupped her bottom, gently feeling of both of her butt-cheeks. Then she felt him press himself against her. His hard cock was pressed against her ass. He reached his other hand around her and gently stroked one of her breasts through the thin material of the tee shirt. It was delightful. She fervently wished that he would just rip her clothes off and do whatever he pleased!

"Amber, I can't help it. Your body is amazing," he whispered, now kissing the back of her neck.

"Billy, no! You swore you would not ever do this again! You're hurting me!" she moaned, but he certainly was doing exactly the opposite of hurting her. His hands felt amazing on her body. She wanted more, but she could not let him know that.

He realized that he was shoving her into the vanity, so he backed up slightly. This gave her the opportunity to turn around and begin to try to push him away from her. He swiftly caught both of her arms and pushed them behind her back, where he easily held them together with one hand. His face was inches from hers. He was standing against her. She could feel his hardness against her stomach. He kissed her. There was nothing she could do but yell at him and turn her head, which she did.

"Give me a tiny kiss, Little Sister," he panted. "Kiss me and I'll let your arms go."

"No! I'm not kissing you. Nor anything else. I'm your sister! Stop! You are hurting me," she lied, afraid that he could detect how turned on she was.

She managed to free one of his hands and slapped him. "Fucking let me go!" she yelled.

"Amber," he said patiently. "You're going to pay for that."

He grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her out of the bathroom and across the hall and onto her bed. She fought him with all her strength, but she was no match for him. She realized, even before they got to the bed, that he was going to use his superior strength to force himself on her in some way. Her mind cried out for some way to stop him, but her body was, once again, betraying her. Why did she find this exciting? She hated herself for loving what he was doing to her, but at the same time she couldn't wait to see what he would force her to do. She remembered the discussion she had recently had with Bobby about everyone having their own turn-ons. Was this one of hers? Why would it be?

"Billy, please?" she begged. "I'm your little sister!" She had used those words on purpose, knowing that they would probably turn him on. Those words turned her on, whether she said them or her beloved Bobby said them, or if Billy said them. "I will tell Mom!" she finally said, as he shoved her onto her back on the bed.

He laughed. "No you won't. You won't tell anyone because you like it and you would be too embarrassed to tell anyone"

She shook her head. Her chest was heaving from fear and excitement. She knew that her panties were already saturated, but she didn't understand why this would excite her so much. Force? Domination? Why would that turn her on? Was it because it was Billy? Would she be turned on if someone else forced himself on her? She admitted to herself that Billy turned her on more than anyone on earth -- even Bobby. As terrible as this way, she knew it was true. Why? Taboo, of course. The forbidden. Maybe because they had always been at odds with each other and had, just recently, become closer. Maybe because he was a "bad boy" - he did what he wanted and took what he needed.

"No, Billy, please! You don't want to do this. You will hate yourself for it! You will ruin our relationship! Please?"

He lay down on top of her, his crotch rubbing against hers. He pinned her arms to the bed and saw the excitement in her face. "Amber, you're the prettiest and sexiest little thing I've ever seen. I love you. I do. But I can't help myself. I've been beating off thinking about you for months. I dream about you."

"Billy, we can't. It's wrong," she said softly. "Let me up. I won't say anything, I promise."

"I want you so bad, Little Sister," he gasped. "Kiss me and I'll let you up," he whispered as he leaned toward her face.

She gave him a brief peck on the lips. Her body screamed for her to entice him in some way. No, he couldn't start this and not finish it! Her body craved him. She despised the way she felt. She needed him. She wanted him inside her! She knew that it would be the wildest, most uninhibited sex that she had ever imagined. It wouldn't be love making. Oh, no. It would be raw, animal sex. She instinctively knew that he could scratch an itch that nobody else on earth could scratch.

"Let me up," she groaned. "You're hurting my arms."

He gazed in her eyes for a moment. "I do love you, Amber. I shouldn't have done this. I hope you'll forgive me. I don't know what came over me," he croaked.

"Yes, Billy, I forgive you. Now get up, please?"

He got up and looked down at her, his cock tenting in his boxers. She was gazing at it and he wondered what she was thinking.

"I'm sorry, Amber. I truly am. I can't explain why I'm this way."

He turned and went to his room and closed the door. Amber locked her door and masturbated, imagining what could have happened.

That weekend, Amber and Bobby were alone all Saturday afternoon. They had sex twice, and it was fantastic, but Billy kept creeping into her mind. He looked exactly like Bobby, but otherwise he was his exact opposite. Bobby was kind and gentle; Billy was rough and could be very rude and unkind. She submitted herself to Bobby willingly because he treated her the way a woman deserved to be treated. He loved her and she loved him. Billy had tried to take what he wanted. She had resisted him and he had stopped, at her request, before she submitted. In the nether regions of her mind she knew that she had been only moments from submitting to him, allowing him to take from her whatever he wanted or needed. She thought about it while Bobby was making love to her, she dreamed about it at night, and she daydreamed about it when she was driving or sitting in class. She knew that, somehow, she had to stop thinking this way. It wasn't healthy and she certainly could not allow herself to ever get caught in that situation, or a similar one, again.

The next Wednesday, when she got home from her classes, she noticed Billy's car in the driveway. Had she purposely driven faster on the way home, she asked herself. Had she hoped that his car would be there? No. Of course not. She needed to study. She had a paper due next week. That was why she had driven faster than usual.

She went upstairs and, once again, noticed that the door was shut to Billy's room. He was probably napping. She wouldn't bother him. She needed a shower, then a nap, then she would study.

She knocked gently on his door.

"I'm asleep. What do you want?" he yelled.

"I just wanted you to know I'm home so I...so I wouldn't startle you. I'm taking a shower. Have a nice nap!"

She selected tiny panties and a summer nightie that was translucent and only came down to her bottom to put on after her shower. She sometimes took a nap in just panties, but she decided that the nightie would feel nice. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. No need to lock it. Billy was taking a nap. He wouldn't come in with her showering, anyway.

Billy lay there wondering why she had awakened him. She never did that. She was far too thoughtful for that. And why did she tell him that she was showering? She was hard to figure out, but he had a hunch that something was up.

He got out of bed and, wearing only boxer briefs, crept to the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running and thought he could hear her singing. She was a good singer, but she rarely ever sang except in the shower. He tried the door knob and, much to his surprise, found that she had not locked the door. He peeked inside and saw the form of his little sister showering through the shower curtain. The curtain wasn't transparent, so he really couldn't see anything. He carefully closed the door and remained standing in the hallway, listening.

He heard when she turned the shower off, and then the curtain being drawn back. He imagined that she was stepping out of the shower and toweling off her sexy little body. He was tempted to just walk in on her. What would she do? He would at least get to see her naked. But his little sister was acting weird, as if she was playing some kind of game with him. He wanted to see what she had in mind. He had crossed a line the previous week, but the thought had crossed his mind several times that she had almost seemed to enjoy it. Was that possible? He stood there another moment, went and put on some shorts and a tee shirt, then went downstairs and turned the TV on.

Amber half expected the door to open at any time during her shower or, afterward, as she dried off and donned her little panties and skimpy nightie. She admitted to herself that she felt slight disappointment. She needed to get these thoughts out of her mind. A nap would probably help. That's what she would do. Then her mind would feel cleansed. She put her red-blonde hair into pigtails and examined herself in the mirror. Yes, she thought to herself. She was cute and sexy.

She opened the bathroom door and glanced to her brother's room. He wasn't laying on his bed. He wouldn't see her dressed like this. Good. He didn't need to see her so near naked, especially in such a sexy little outfit. Nobody should see her dressed this way. She knew what this outfit did to Bobby. Billy probably shouldn't see her this way.

She heard the TV downstairs. She suddenly felt the need for a drink of water. And there were a few dishes from breakfast that needed to be washed and put away. Billy probably wouldn't even notice her if she went down and did that. It wouldn't take but a few minutes.

She quietly went down the stairs. Billy was laying on the couch, watching TV. He apparently didn't hear her. She went into the kitchen and turned the water on to wash the few breakfast dishes. As the water got sufficiently hot, she squirted some liquid detergent into the sink and began to wash the dishes.

Billy had heard her when she turned the water on. He leaned forward and saw her standing at the sink. What the fuck was she wearing? He had never seen that nightie. It was sexy as hell! It barely came down to her panties. And it was practically see-through! And that ass! It was fucking perfect! Her body looked more enticing to him than it ever had. And those sexy pigtails! He wondered who told her that they made her look sexy. She apparently realized it, as she often wore her hair that way now. His cock pounded with lust for her. She was doing this on purpose - there was no doubt in his mind, anymore. He had been right; she had enjoyed last week's encounter. She just had not been able to admit it. That was okay.

Amber finished washing the dishes, dried her hands and began drying the dishes and putting them in the cabinet. Suddenly, she felt hands on her ass and, although she was halfway expecting it, she was startled.

"Shit! Billy, you scared me. Get your hands off of me!" she stammered.

"Amber, you can't walk around in front of me dressed like that and expect me not to react," he whispered in her ear as he reached around her and began to stroke her stomach with both of his hands. He pressed himself against her bottom.

"I was just gonna take a nap..." she began. "I knew the dishes needed to be washed and..." she gasped as he began brushing her nipples with his fingers as he kissed her neck. "Stop, please?" she whispered. It felt so agonizingly good she could barely stop herself from moaning.

"Amber, this will be so much better for you if you just admit you want it," he whispered. "I know you want it. You just can't admit it."

"No, Billy!" she whimpered as she tried to pry his hands off of her breasts. Fuck it felt so good! She loved everything he was doing!

Suddenly Billy picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She struggled, uselessly, against him as he carried her up the stairs.

"Billy, no! What are you going to do to me?" she moaned as he carried her into her bedroom.

He laughed. "I'm going to give that hot little body of yours what it needs and wants! I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it!"

These words almost gave her an orgasm. She felt her pussy flood with juices. "No, Billy, please? I am your sister! You're my BIG BROTHER!" she gasped, trembling with fear and pure lust. She had never been as excited by anything in her life. She couldn't wait to see what he would do to her. She loved the fact that she drove him so crazy with lust that he would behave in such a way.

Billy unceremoniously dumped her on her bed and began to take his shirt off. "You're not a virgin are you, Little Sister?"

She shook her head. "Billy we can't do this!" she begged as her body trembled and she almost hyper-ventilated.

"Do I need to wear a rubber?" he asked, clinically, as he removed his shorts and underwear, now standing before her totally naked. His cock was hard, erect, bubbling with pre-cum, and throbbing. He could see her looking hungrily at it.

She shook her head again. "I'm on the pill," she whimpered, "But Billy, please don't do this! It's Ra*e! It's INCEST!" Saying that word out loud only excited her even more. She wondered if she would feel guilty later. Right now she didn't care. She needed what Billy had threatened...promised...to give her!

"That just makes it hotter, Little Sister," he smirked as he reached and grasped the top elastic of her panties and, with one swift movement, ripped them off. He pressed them to his nose and inhaled.

"Billy!" she screamed, reaching to cover her pussy with her hand and rolling onto her side.

Oblivious to his sister's protestations, Billy kneeled on the bed near her head. "Suck my dick!" he ordered.

For the first time she took a good look at his cock. She wasn't surprised to see that it was an almost-exact duplicate of Bobby's. Maybe it was the slightest bit thicker, but she couldn't be sure. It was swollen; the head was shining and purple and wet; the shaft was veiny - everything about it sent waves of pure lust through her body. She knew in her heart that she had never felt such total lust.

"No!" she begged. "That's so humiliating, Billy! Don't do this to your little sister!"

Billy reached and grasped one of her pigtails and gently pulled her head up from the bead. "Suck it, Amber. You run around nearly naked...you were asking for it. Suck it!"

Amber propped herself up on an elbow, opened her mouth wide, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She was salivating so much that she was quite certain that he could tell how eager she was to suck him. She just let it rest in her mouth. She didn't suck nor lick.

"Suck that cock, Baby," he whispered. "Lick it, sweet Little Sister," he whispered.

She felt as if she could easily take his entire prick into her throat. She had never been this insanely turned on when sucking Bobby. She knew that if Billy came in her mouth, even if it was disgusting and made her sick, she would welcome it. But she wanted him in her pussy. She ached for him to impale her and to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Raw. Animalistic.

She swirled her tongue around his prick and sucked gently. She knew that drove Bobby crazy; that he couldn't last very long when she did that.

"Oh fuckkkk, Amber! You're born to suck cock! This ain't your first rodeo, is it girl? Shit! Suck that cock, Baby Sister!"

After a moment, he roughly pulled her back off of his cock. A trickle of saliva dripped off of her chin. "Take that thing off if you don't want me to tear it off of you. It's too pretty to ruin," he told her softly.

She was trembling. She gasped and panted as if she had been running. The nightie buttoned in front. There were 5 buttons, but she hadn't buttoned the top one, so as to show more cleavage. She began unbuttoning the remaining buttons, revealing her lush body to his appreciative gaze.

"This isn't right, Billy. Please don't!" She purposely left the unbuttoned nightie draped over her breasts, even though her nipples were easily seen through the thin material.​